Silenced

Chapter 3- Broken Pieces

Chapter 3

Broken Pieces

Kaiser Donovan

I hurried around the corner, rushing into the boys bathroom. Drifting into the nearest stall, I put the seat down. Sitting down, I tried my best to keep my sobs quiet. I prayed that no one came in and heard me.

Little sparrow.

'No' I screamed in my head. 'This can't be happening. He's gone. He has to be"

I cried louder, before stopping myself.

'He can't be here. What if he comes for me. He promised that he would. What is he takes away again?. I can't. He can't. I wouldn't be able to handle that'

My heart rate sped up and it became harder to breathe.

'No. Calm down' I told myself.

After ten minutes or so, I had managed to stop my panic attack. Leaning back, I got as comfortable as I could get in a bathroom stall, and prepared myself to stay here until school was over.

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I stood outside the school building waiting for my dad to pick me up.

I looked at my watch. 2:31.
He was late. It was just one minute but he was late. He was never late.

Today was one of the days that I didn't go to Ms. McCain. I had to go three days a week. Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. Some days one hour, other days two or more. Thank god, today was Wednesday.

I wasn't ready talk to Ms. McCain about the fact that he was back. I wasn't even sure if I was going to let my dad know. I didn't want to. And I couldn't even if I did want to. I didn't know what to do.

I sat down on a bench near my usual pick up spot. I looked at the time again. 2:35. I surveyed the area, looking for any sign off him.

Sighing, I pulled out my sketchbook and a pencil. I stared to draw. It was a man with red wings. He had on a suit like Captain America but it was all red. So was his mask. It was broken in half, showing half of his scarred face.

He was a super hero that my mom and I made up. We never named him. I laughed at the silly thing. Marvel and DC comics had all the good names anyway. My mother said that he was more mysterious that way. I smiled at the memory. She told me that when ever I was scared and alone that he would watch over me.

"Wow. I haven't since him in awhile. Not since you were, what seven or eight?" my dad's voice said making me jump.

He apologized and sat down next to me. He looked at the picture with the faintest smile on his lips.

"I remember that you and your mother would always hide it from me because it was a 'surprise'. It would piss me off to no end. And then you made me one. And your mother framed it and you told me that he would protect me at work from the bad guys. I remember how proud you were that you had found a way to keep me safe." he chuckled at the memory. I smiled at it also. I had been more then proud.

We sat in an comfortable silence.

"Are you ready?" He said after a while.

I nodded, putting away my sketchbook and standing up. We slowly walked to the car. When we got inside, my father took his time getting the car started and pulling out of the parking lot.

When we arrive on the main road I looked out the window, remembering sights that I would draw later. I had a photographic memory, but it was mostly on images. Words were harder to focus on.

I noticed that my father was taking his time instead of rushing as he usually did.

"Do you want to stop for some pizza?" He asked.

I shook my head, puzzled. He never asked me if I wanted to stop for food.

"Ice cream?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Anything?"

Once again, I shook my head.

"Okay" he huffed, almost angrily.

I frowned at that, watching him from the corner of my eye.

He gripped the steering wheel making his knuckles white and drove as slow as possible. We were going under the speed limit.

Why was he acting so weird? I wondered.

After a long drive, we finally got home. I jumped out the car anxiously and headed towards the front door.

"Wait!" My father said, grabbing my arm.

I looked down at his hand that held my arm. My breathing slowed down. He slowly realized and let go.

"Sorry" he said, walking in front of me.

He opened the door cautiously, looking around, inspecting as if something or someone would attack us, before letting me in.

I raised my brow at his strange actions. Why was he acting like this? I brushed it off as nothing.

"I'm going to make us a snack. And if you don't have homework we can watch a movie"

I nodded, making him smile before he stepped into the kitchen. I didn't have homework, so I just needed to go upstairs to put down my bag.

I walked towards the stairs, heading upstairs until something caught my eye. Some thing out of place.

I knew where every single thing in this house was, so it wasn't hard for me to see it.

I walked towards the television set. Next to it was a shelf full off movies. I pulled out the piece of paper that was sticking out. My heart stopped as I read it. My happy mood completely vanishing.

It was a picture of me. A missing person flyer. But it wasn't one from when I was younger. It was new. From last week, when I was leaving Ms. McCain's office. I

It read, I've missed you, little sparrow.

The paper slipped through my hands as I forced myself not to throw up. I stood there for a while not knowing what to do as tears filled my eyes.

"You can choose a mo-" my dad cut himself off as he saw me.

He looked down at the ground to the flyer.

"Kai" he said softly.

I gasped loudly. And directly after, the tears that has welled in my eyes fell. I dropped to my knees crying, no sobbing. I heard glass hit the ground and my father curse. But I hadn't really cared.

I felt my father's arms around me, whispering things in my ear, as I gasped for air.

At the moment, I didn't care that he was touching me.

He's back. He's really back.

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