Saviors ✇ Ben Parish

Chapter two

I think the stars are falling.
They're collapsing onto the earth, screaming at us with their ear piercing screeches. They're crashing down on  every piece left of this already damned world and rotting it further to the core, and those are the same stars that took my father during the second wave, and they're here to take me.

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Reagan

The rain seemed to falling harder then usual the day I left London.

My mother had dropped me off by the airport and the traffic was immense. I was heading to Cincinnati to go and visit my father and I always thought it was best to be there early. I stepped out of the car as we pulled up to the drop-off. My mother being the stubborn being that she was, insisted on assisting me with my bags. While standing still the rough breeze hit me, sending my hair up in different directions. I could see that's it's about to rain again, so I hurried things up by taking the bags out of the back.

My mother stood there, watching me with guilty eyes as if she didn't want me to go after all. I didn't blame her, I hadn't seen my father in over two years and god knows what he's like now. Instinctively I ran to her and she took me in her embrace, shortly after the tears started forming, but I wiped them off. Knowing that I'd be fine, that she'd be fine. I let go, because I knew if I held on any longer I would end up staying. Brushing myself off I collected my things, gave my mother a kiss on the forehead and put one foot forward. A nanosecond later, she whisked me back towards her.

'' Just a second, let me look at you '' she said with a kind tone in her voice. I knew she didn't want to let me go, I knew this was just an excuse. Stroking my hair she started to cry, patting my shoulders and fixing my skirt.

'' My big girl,'' she continued as she wept. '' I love you mum, take care of yourself alright '' I said back zipping up my coat. '' I will, I will, now chivy along '' she giggled. I nodded and gave her one last hug.

As I walked towards the check- in stands I saw her figure grow smaller in the distance, she was waving and I waved back. Strangely some part of me thought that this would be the last time I would see her, but I shook that thought off and kept on walking.

The check-in stands weren't as crowded as I thought they would be. The lines quickly subsided and before I knew it I was up. The woman attending to my baggage seemed quite hostile, and wasn't thinking of striking up a polite conversation. Although I couldn't admit it, I was frightened of what could happen to me on the trip. I wasn't very keen on gut feelings but this one was strong. The safety of my humble abode was gone and so was my mother, for now at least.

We boarded the plane much earlier than expected. The traffic on the runways seemed to be virtually nonexistent and the plane was fueled. Although the rain didn't stop, they still thought it wise if we left at the time we did. The crew suspected that if we left we wouldn't encounter any dodgy weather,which surprisingly we didn't.

Most of my flight there I slept, uncomfortably of course. When I awoke we were already heading for our descent and it wasn't exactly smashing. We had to wait at least an hour at the gates before we could disembark. But the feeling of finally stretching my legs was quite wonderful at that.

I went to the immigration line, which much to my dismay was long. After that I found my bags and headed to the restroom where I fixed my hair and annoyingly messy makeup.

Stepping outside I saw how messy everything looked. Dozens and dozens of cars stood along the pavement and even more people. I had no idea of where my dad was because he wasn't picking up his phone and I couldn't spot his car.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I spun around in a fright. It was my dad, lopsided smile and a buttoned up shirt it was my dad. Raven black hair and topaz blue eyes it was my dad. I hadn't seen him in forever yet he still looked the same. He looked like the man who used to drive me to cricket on Sundays. The man who made bets whenever we'd watch soccer together. The man who I resembled and used to admire.

" Dad " I started. He smiled and me as ran his fingers through his greasy looking hair.

" Hey, kiddo " he replied almost choking on his own words as he coughed. Mum had told me that he had recently come down with a cold, not that I cared, I still wanted to hug him. And That's what I did.

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He drove me home in his little convertible while the sun was setting.
He lived in the suburban areas of the city which meant it took us a while to get home. We didn't speak much, I guessed he didn't have anything to say, or maybe he just wasn't very talkative that day.

After we got to his house, the nostalgia of a picture he sent a while back came rushing in.

He helped me with my bags while I opened the door, stepping inside the guitars hanging from the ceiling caught my eye. My dad always loved guitars, especially the one me and my mom had gotten him for his 40th birthday.

He led me to one of the guest rooms I was staying in and let me settle down. I unpacked and called my mother to tell her that I had arrived and how grand dad's house was. It was, I loved the old Hollywood feel it had to it and how open it was. She bragged on about how she used to live there before I was born and how it wasn't the same without her feminine touch. Of course I laughed, who wouldn't?. I loved how this house was filled with memories good and bad, and the history it had.

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Dad had cooked a casserole for us to eat while we watched the news. It was something that we always used to do. It was also something that mum hated. She thought that if we all sat down together at the dinner table that we could have a better conversation. One that didn't involve world politics. I guessed that that also was something that led to their demise.

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We didn't speak much while we ate and watched television, but when the story of the mysterious craft popped up, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

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Note :

As you've already noticed, I've made some serious changes on this book but don't worry the plot of the story is still the same,

Xoxo- Erin