Not Your Average Fairytale

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

No one had dared to ask the question that Wynter was sure everyone was thinking. In fact, no one had dared to ask any questions since they left—or say anything at all for that matter.

The car sat in tense, nervous silence that was only making Wynter more anxious by the moment. The situation they were in only grew more and more real as they got closer to Rosalyn's house.

"Your sister seems nice," she spoke up. The whole car seemed to flinch a little at the sudden voice.

"She is," Brent answered after a short pause. "We've always been pretty close; she's a good girl."

"Was it scary, watching her go through her own story?" she continued to ask if no one was going to speak.

"A little, I guess," he replied. "I didn't really know exactly what was happening the whole time; she just went away for a few days."

"Yeah speaking of being away for a few days," Clover interjected, "what am I supposed to tell Myra?"

Quizzical looks from around the group made Clover quickly explain that her adoptive mother was very strict and wouldn't allow her to be out for so long. "It'll be just for tonight; tell her you're sleeping over with Rosalyn," Brent offered.

"Why do we have to sleep over tonight?" Sebastian asked.

"Because what if we can't find where one of the girls are?" Brent's voice was tinted with a strange mixture of fear and frustration. The car was silent again. "Sorry, I'm just... worried. Things are going to start happening pretty quickly now."

For someone who'd watched this happen to everyone around him for his entire life, Brent seemed extremely stressed out to Wynter. She guessed that he simply had never connected everyone else's life and story to his own.

"So how fast is pretty quickly?" Baylor wondered aloud. Clover had already picked up her phone and was speaking softly to who Wynter guessed was Myra.

"Oh, it will probably only take a week or two—a month at most," Brent answered more calmly.

This struck Ashleigh as strange. Why would a whole group of people dedicate and center their lives around one event that would only happen for at most a month? Everything around their lives centered around this; it appeared to be their only way of deciding who they were.

"Will we have to fight something?" Clover asked softly, now off the phone.

Brent didn't answer for a moment, which was answer enough to the girl's nervous question. He faltered slightly before saying, "I don't think we all will have to."

She sighed. This whole event made her nervous. She hadn't done anything even remotely rebellious in her life—other than dying her hair, which she had done with Myra's permission.

Now she was lying about what she was doing—but was she really? After all, she was going to sleep over at Rosalyn's; she just chose not to mention no parents were home and guys were invited as well.

In addition to that, she was going to be running around, lying all the time, in order to complete this quest or whatever it was they were doing. Her mind raced through all the fairy tales she could remember, wondering what they would have to do and who she could possibly be.

She shifted slightly closer to Sebastian, suddenly nervous in the presence of total strangers. Why had she agreed to go with them after all? This was unlike her normal personality.