UnDefined [Book 1.5]

Maybe We'd Be Different

This chapter might be a tad sad but I really want to write it because you see a much more vulnerable side of Luke.

Chapter Quote:

“Just being there for someone can sometimes bring hope when all seems hopeless.”

~Dave G. Llwellyn

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Chapter 6: Maybe We’d Be Different

December 31… 

Bryn 

The wind howled due to one of the gods deciding to send one of the worst snow storms in New York’s history.  There was already two feet on the ground and the storm didn’t show any signs of stopping anytime soon.

Bryn stared up at her ceiling, unable to fall asleep.  Her gut felt uneasy; something was wrong, she just couldn’t place it.  Perhaps it was due to the fact that Derek and his parents were out of the house and she was completely alone in the big house.  Derek had gone to visit a college he was interested in.  It was located in California, something that excited him.  He had always been a fan of the state even though the prices for everything there were ridiculously high.  Bryn opted to stay, watch Neville along with the house.  Truth was she didn’t feel like travelling.  She liked having a home to be at.  With what her future held, she wouldn’t have a place to call home since she’d be so busy.  But Derek and his parents being gone wasn’t the problem.  Besides, if something was wrong, they would’ve called her by now.

So what was the problem with her?

Deciding sleep wouldn’t be coming any time soon, Bryn forced herself out of bed.  Neville reluctantly got up and followed her.  She headed down to the kitchen where she pulled out the Nutella jar out of the pantry along with hot cocoa mix and the loaf of bread.  Bryn got a plate and coffee mug out of the cabinet when she heard knocking.  Curiously, she went to the window, peering out behind the blinds.  She didn’t know what to expect looking outside.  Nothing was out there though.  No monsters prowling around trying to break in and no burglars attempting to get in.  Of course, any person who tried to break in during this type of weather would be insane.  Bryn was being paranoid, she knew that.  She muttered to herself, “Fates are probably making me lose what sanity I have left.”

Thunder rolled across the sky and Bryn resisted the urge to go outside and flip off the night sky.  Convincing herself the knocking had just been debris hitting the walls outside, she walked back to the kitchen counter where she started to make her sandwich.  As she slathered on a hearty amount of the chocolate heaven onto a piece of bread, distinct knocking could be heard coming from the front door.  So she hadn’t imagined it!

Bryn stood still.  Who could be here at two in the morning in this horrid weather?  Quietly, Bryn set down her food and grabbed a sharp kitchen knife.  Neville was growling, but she quickly shushed him.  Her feet made no noise as they approached the front door.  The blinds blocked her from looking out the window, so she moved them hardly a fraction, just enough for her eye to see the uninvited guest.

Upon seeing the person, she threw the door open. “Luke!”

The grandson of Poseidon stood in front of her, simply staring at the daughter of Zeus.  Bryn looked him up and down, trying to figure why he was at the house in the middle of the night. “What on earth are you doing here at two in the morning in a tee shirt with no shoes on and no jacket?  You’re going to die of frostbite or hypothermia or you’ll catch pneu-” Bryn trailed off when he made no movement or sound.  He didn’t even try and tell her to shut up.  He just stood there, his blue eyes dark.  She set down the kitchen knife on a small table next to her and questioned as calmly as she could, “Luke, what’s wrong?”