Where The Clouds Go

Chapter Four {The Odd Dream}

Sebastian Caruso.

Cecelia had told me we were leaving this place, who was I to object?

It was truly hell here. The adults, Sir and Ma'am, were awful and would often get cross with us. We were barely fed, I think I ate once and drank a couple glasses of dirty water. Cecilia and I cleaned the entire house from top to bottom, cooked, took care of their little daughter, worked with the animals in the farm.

To some people it might seem fun, it might be a normal daily life, but it wasn't much fun when we were denied any water in the blasting heat or a blanket in the cold of night. It wasn't much fun when we were constantly getting screamed at because we placed the vacuum in the right instead of near the left. It wasn't much fun getting picked on by the teenagers because we were younger.

They began to pick on us when we first arrived, tripping us 'accidentally' or giving us the worst jobs like cleaning up the animal waste. Cecilia ended up getting into a fight with one of the boys, she was winning until he kicked her off and stepped on her.

They didn't fight us anymore after that, but they still treated us poorly.

I sighed as I laid my down on the scratchy hay bale, it was uncomfortable, sure, but it was better than sleeping on the cold hard ground.

A couple drops of water landed on me as it fell from the hole in the roof, it was cold tonight, miserable to sleep in the freezing cold without a blanket.

Cecilia laid next to me, her face was awake and she was alert. It was clear that she was thinking.

"Go to sleep, you need it." I whispered in her ear, she shook her head and let her lips turn up a bit.

"I can't tonight, too many thoughts. You go to sleep, I'll be fine I promise." She whispered back, looking to the sleeping teenagers around us.

They used horse blankets as a warm comforter, I was jealous, who wouldn't be? They had taken our horse blankets so we didn't have anything but our own body fat and each other.

She pulled some into a warm hug as I shivered and slowly allowed the dark realm of sleep to pull me under.

It was peaceful, everything was white.

"Sebas?" A familiar voice rang out, I felt myself freeze as I tried to attach a name to that voice.

"Sebas? Turn around." I did as the voice commanded and met the familiar eyes of my mother, Bianca Caruso.

She looked peaceful, peaceful and happy.

"Mom...?" I whispered, voice breaking as I did so.

"Come here baby." My mom welcomed me in with open arms.

"Why did you leave us with him!" I cried into her chest as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm sorry, but listen very carefully to me Sebastian." My mom whispered in my ear.

"Sebastian you need to hear me and listen to me very very carefully." My mom said again, pulling me away from her and allowing my eyes to meet hers, serious.

"Don't listen to Aldo, never listen to Aldo." My mom said, her voice was filled with all seriousness and concern, her faint Italian accent breaking.

Aldo. Aldo. Aldo. I've never heard that name before in my life.

What was with the concern attached to that name? Was he dangerous?

My mom turned away from me and began to walk away.

Grabbing her wrist I needed to stop her, "Mom! Please don't leave again!! CeCe and I need you!!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

"I love you, il mio piccolo principe." My mom gently whispered in my ear, she was Italian and spoke it gracefully.

Before I could utter another word she disappeared slowly, leaving me in the empty white room, almost empty.

There was a small picture, an old brass frame.

I picked up the picture gently, there were ten people.

My mother one of them, her stomach round and it seemed as if she was pregnant, her young round face that resembled my sister and me so much.

Next to her was a olive skinned man, black hair that was neatly styled, and ice blue eyes.

He was ripped with muscles and had to be at least 6'0ft if not at most 6'5ft.

There were many boys and girls beside him, all resembling the man, black hair and ice blue eyes with tanned brown olive like skin.

They were all tall, much taller than my mother, behind them was Sacro Monte di Orta, a heritage site in Novara Italy, where my mom once lived.

Then something slipped, out of the framed picture, it was a note. Similar to the one Cecilia found not too long ago.

Dear Enzo~

I love you more than I love the moon, you light up my day the way the stars light up the night. I only wish you stayed more often, I only wish you no longer moved like the clouds and became stationary. Until that's possible, I will enjoy writing my letters to you.

   With love and affection~Bianca.

"Sebas."

"Sebas."

"Sebastian." A gentle voice woke me up, with a gasp my eyes fluttered open.

I could see CeCe in the moonlight shadows, my guess was it had to be the middle of the night.

"Sebastian! We must go! Quickly, put on some new clothes and meet me out of the barn. I left the clothes at the end of the haystack. I have our luggage." She whispered in my ears, I yawned sleepily.

"Mmm, do we haveee to?" I sleepily muttered as I tried to lay back down.

"Yes! Unless you want to continue getting starved I'd suggest getting up. Quickly now!" She huskily whispered as she ripped me up.

"Ok ok." I said grumbling, she shushed me quickly as one of the teenagers begin to stir.

I did as she asked, changing quickly into a pair of navy blue pants with a white long sleeved shirt and navy blue scarf.

I didn't know what to do with my torn and sweaty clothes, I decided that if I was leaving I might as well give them to someone else.

They were torn, dirty, and used but that didn't matter to anyone, I noticed one kid shivering as I quickly put my shirt around him, he stopped almost immediately and clutched it tighter.

I took one last glance around the barn and quickly, yet very quietly exited, careful not to make a sound.

Once outside and a little ways away, I saw my twin sister.

"CeCe what are you doing?" I asked her, curiously, she was on her way to the little yellow house.

She paused, "will you please take the bag?" She asked me.

"Yes of course, you look like you'll drop dead any moment." I said as I took the bag from her and she just chuckled.

"Okay, can you walk over to that little gate? When you make it over there, begin to climb it hastily." She told me, a note of uncertainty in her voice.

"Sure, what are you going to do?" I asked her as she continued her way to the house, in the opposite direction.

"I'm getting our escape." She smiled as she walked away, I was so confused but chose not to think about it before she stopped again.

"Sebas, if I say run, run." She told me seriously, what was she planning to do?

{HII! What do you think CeCe is going to do? Who do you think was in that picture? Who do you think Aldo is? Maybe it's all a dream. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and stick around for the next, have a great day and make sure to eat and drink lots of water!!🩷}