Inherit

Chapter 1

I took one bite of my food before I just rolled my food around with my fork resting my head in my right hand. 

"Ryker, is everything alright?" A voice asked. I acted as if I didn't hear them, I didn't want to answer that question, they knew I wasn't alright. 

"Can I be excused?" I asked. I didn't look up to meet my parent's gaze, I just stared at the olive rolling under my fork. I wasn't feeling up to dinner tonight. Normally, I would enjoy having dinner with my parents but all week I had just wanted to eat in my room. Alone. 

"Ryker, we understand that you're upset but it's the best choice we have for you." The same voice as before said. 

"How is being home schooled the best choice you have?" I asked still not looking up at them. "You always tell me how I have nothing to worry about, that being a blue is safe."

"It is safe. It's safer then being an orange or a red and you can control your abilities a lot better." Another voice stated. I tightened my hand around my fork. How did they know what was best for me?

"They why in the world do I have to be home schooled if I can control my abilities perfectly fine!?" I asked finally looking up at my parents. They both looked shocked from my outburst. 

"We're just doing what's best for you-" My mother began but I cut her off.

"And what exactly is the best for me? Being taken away from my friends? Never seeing them again? How do you think that makes me feel? How do you think that's the best for me?" I asked slamming my hand and fork on the table. Neither of my parents replied to me for a minute, they just stared. They both looked hurt by the words I said and I knew the reason. "Oh my god... Mom... Dad... I'm so sorry, I was just- I'm just- I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated. I didn't think it through, I didn't mean to bring back memories to the two of you. I forgot for a minute that you had gone through that." 

"No Ryker, it's not your fault. We should be saying sorry to you. I guess your mother and I never thought about how taking you away from school would affect your social life. We never meant to upset you, we just want what's best for you." My father explained. "Why don't you go to your room for now while your mother and I discuss what we can do for you to fix the problem we made." 

"Liam..." I heard my mother whisper to my father. My father looked at her with pleading eyes. Sometimes I thought that they had their own language that only they could see just by giving each other looks. I got up once they kept staring at each other as if waiting for me to leave before they could talk. I picked up my plate bringing it to the kitchen. I scraped my food into the trash rinsing my plate off once I was done. My father had told me to go to my room while they talked but something I heard when I walked past the dining room door caught my interest. 

"He should at least know where we're going this weekend, Ruby." My father said. I had my ear placed against the cold door trying to hear as clearly as I could.

"No Lee, he can't know. All he needs to know is that we're going on a trip out of town to meet with some old friends." My mother responded to my father's comment. They were going out of town for the weekend? Since when?

"And what's he going to do if we don't come back?" My father's voice replied suddenly growing softer in tone. What did he mean if they don't come back?

"Liam! Don't talk like that. It's a simple mission to free the last few kids trapped in the rehabilitation camps." My mother stated. The rehabilitation camps? They had always said that all of the camps had been destroyed years ago before I was even born. I could understand why they would want to free the kids in the camps. Based on the stories, my mother and father told me those camps seemed like a never ending nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. Especially all of mom's stories...She had been in the worst camp in the country, Thurmond. I shivered just at the thought of the conditions she must've been through for six years before she escaped. However, if she never escaped at the time that she did, she never would've met dad. Sometimes I wondered how the world would've been if they never met... if the camps would still be here if they hadn't decided to free all of the kids in the camp... If I would've been in one of those camps or if I would've even been born. I pushed the thought out of my mind and started listening again. They had been silent for a while.