Gregg

Chapter 7

I wake up on a soft and warm bed. I curl back into the blanket and try to fall back asleep but the light from the window is so bothersome. The memories of last night come flooding back into my mind, giving me a headache. This can't be happening to me. I'm just a totally normal high schooler. You know, the weird kid with too much acne and no friends. That's me. I don't time travel and I don't have people coming from the future to kill me. That's not something a normal teenager like me has. For some odd reason I really miss my mom right now. I haven't missed her in a long time. The door opens and I see Eliza with some food and orange juice. "Good morning Gregg. I'm so sorry about the shock last night. I didn't mean to scare you so much. I made you some eggs and toast for breakfast. Later today Pete and I want to introduce you to someone so eat up, get dressed, and come out to the other room." She leaves and my other question is "Who undressed me?".

I finish eating and I get dressed. I don't want to leave the room but I have no other choice. This is going to end bad, isn't it? I walk into the next room and see Eliza drinking some tea or coffee or something. Pete is standing next to some guy. Probably the guy they want me to meet. "Morning" I say to get their attention. Everyone stops what they're doing to look and greet me. "Good morning Greggory. My name is Peter Artson. I'm your new best friend." Peter? Like, Pete, Peter? Or no relation at all? This is so confusing. New best friend? How so? These are all great questions that should be asked out loud Gregg.

"I'm sure you have many questions Greggory. I'm sure I have the answers but they're going to have to wait. I have a meeting in half an hour and I have to go. So I'll be back later today to answer all the questions the twins can't answer." Peter says as he walks out the door. Eliza yells at him as the door shuts "Stop calling us the twins! We're individuals with names, you know!" I should probably stop referring to Harry and Sam as the twins also. I don't doubt they dislike it either. "So to summarize," I start talking to relieve some of the tension in the room, "you two have kidnapped me, taken me to the future where I have already had a panic attack, and now you guys can't answer the billions of questions running through my head. I know you can answer one though. What did you do to Charlie?" They look at each other. Is that grief I see or deception? How do they do that? They look as if they're reading each other's minds and coming up with a suitable answer. "We did nothing to Charlie but your room on the other hand is kind of trashed. I would say sorry but I'm really not." Pete says nonchalantly. I'm starting to realize that I really don't like him. He's a sarcastic, thick-headed, unsympathetic jock. Just as I thought. "There's no way you are my son. I would've raised you better. Tell me the truth. Who are you two? And who really is Charlie? Why don't you like her?" Pete begins to laugh and Eliza just walks away. She looks angry and sympathetic? I can't tell. She locks herself in a different room. So now it's just me and my "son". I don't believe him at all anymore. I need answers. I need Charlie. I hear Pete begin to speak from across the room. "Well, dad, I have no idea what happened to your beloved Charlie. She tried to fight us but she mainly fought your bedroom. Like I said, it looked trashed when we left. We came to find you which wasn't hard since we set the time and place of your travel. We don't exactly know who she is, we just know she followed us back to you. Along with a couple other people but we don't know who they are or where they are. You were right about one thing though. I am not your son and Eliza is definitely not your daughter"