Polynatural-Book 1

Chapter 5

Silence prolongs as we both stand here, backs against the warm sun baked car. The silence is neither awkward nor soothing. It just seems the most appropriate. I am thinking or shall I say, replaying the whole scene. Parker Smith is adopted...I can not place that fact in my head. Why didn't The Society mention anything? Maybe Parker's lying? I don't think so. His face was too serious, sad, and overwhelmingly honest when he spoke. But then again, he's a Smith. They are known for corruption and deceit. Deceit is practically imprinted in their blood. He would be an expert on lying by now. I flicker my eyes toward him. Under my stare, he shifts his body uncomfortably. I don't know what to believe. And what did he mean by "accidentally" killed in a car crash? What is he suggesting? That The Society did it? No way! The society is an organization to promote good and peace. We didn't even kill off the Smith's when we had the chance. Instead we let them live by placing watchers on them. He should be thankful! If it wasn't for that generous decision, he wouldn't even be here. I push my body weight back onto my feet as I storm away, frustrated. 

What's The Boss going to say? I blew this mission into smithereens, complete and utter fail. This will really bomb down my ranking. I'll be surprised if I still even get a ranking. I run my fingers through my tangled hair. It doesn't soothe me. It only reminds me of how much I miss my short hair and how badly I screwed up this mission. I blew my cover. He knows I'm a watcher and will most likely stay away from me. I can watch from a distance? No. Too many complications will arise if I choose that path. I should just go and get replaced. What am I even doing standing around here? Might as well report back to headquarters and tell them how big of a fail I am. My feet dig into the ground forcing an immense amount of anger down to it. Ugh. This is such a mess.

I pull out my phone dialing the society's number. The dial tone rings, as I impatiently wait. It rings,

 and rings,

 and rings...

No one answers... I try again. Still no one answers. I stare down at my phone, wondering if it's broken. It's not. I try again. This time, there isn't even a dial tone...That's very strange. There's always someone managing the front desk. Always...

I decide to dial The Boss's number. It goes straight to voice mail. The Boss never turns off his phone, unless something is wrong. Maybe something is wrong...My heart's beat ascends rapidly as I try to think of something reasonable. But I can't, I keep drawing blank. My breath starts coming in and out in harsh, sharp breaths as I pace around at a sickening speed. I need to get to the society. I think something is wrong. But how? How do I get there? I have no car. Taxis are far from the school. I don't have the time or patience to go find one. Ugh! What am I going to do?

"Lacey..." says a small barely audible, but questioning voice.

I whip around seeing a familiar face. It's Parker. He has one eyebrow raised, confused by my sudden burst of franticness. His weight is still leaning on his car. That's it!

"Parker! I need your car!"

"What...?" he slurs out.

"I need it. Give me your keys." I demand roughly.

"Hell no! I'm not giving you my car keys! Are you fucking crazy?"

"PARKER! This is serious! I need them!"

"If it's so serious, then why don't you just go find your watcher friends and let them help you."

"Ugh! I can't reach them! That's why I need your car! I have to go back to headquarters! I think something is terribly wrong!"

He grunted carelessly at my response.

My patience is at its maximum. I can't waste any more time. In an instance, I shove Parker onto his car.