Generation Infinosil

Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Three - Kaitlyn 

2050

'Kaitlyn darling? What are you doing by the back door?' Mum asked.

'Um, I... I wanted to step outside to see if it was cold out or not, I was thinking of going for a run.'

'A run? That's not like you.' My Dad stated, with narrowed and suspicious eyes. 

'Well, I wanted to start getting fit and now is as good a time to start as any.' 

'As long as you know that if you want to get fit it should be for yourself and not because of those silly edited pictures of women on the covers of those magazines that you young people read all the time.' 

'I know Dad, thank you.' I replied, walking up to both him and my Mum and kissing them both on the cheek.

Well, I had always wanted to get into running and I guess I had to now or my parents would realise I was hiding something; and they wouldn't be too pleased to find out that the thing I was hiding was in fact Shane. I couldn't really be bothered to go for a run but I figured it could help clear my head and, as I said, I had wanted to get into running for quite some time. So I ran up the stairs, put on some leggings, an old tshirt and a hoody since it wasn't particularly warm out. I put my hair up and secured it with a second hair band, nothing would be worse than my hair coming undone in the middle of my run. 

'Bye Mum, bye Dad!' I called out as I walked out of the door.

'Bye Kaitlyn.' My Dad responded. 

'Go careful sweetheart.' My Mum added.

'I will, don't worry.' 

So I jogged down the garden path, the breeze rushing past me with a refreshing quality that I knew I would be grateful for towards the end of my run. That's when I realised that I had forgotten my water bottle, I couldn't go for a decent run without staying hydrated, so I decided to run back and grab one. It didn't take long for me to get back to my front door and I was just about to open it when I heard my Dad's voice. Something about it didn't seem right, he almost sounded angry. I know it was wrong of me but I wanted to find out what it was about, so I waited by the door and listened in to the conversation. I swear I could feel the blood drain from my face as I heard his words.

'I'm sure it must have something to do with Shane, she hasn't acted like this since they were together... No it isn't just some other guy, I know my daughter and there is only one guy who could make her that happy and it is Shane.'

'I'm fully aware that you know your daughter and you seem to have forgotten that she is my daughter too and I know her just as much as you do.' That was my Mum, it was my Mum he was talking to and the reason he was angry was that... He knew about me and Shane. What was worse was that my parents both knew that I had been with Shane before my accident and they failed to tell me, and by the sounds of things that was no accident. This had confirmed our suspicions.

'We simply cannot have her around Shane again.' My Dad insisted.

'Can't you see how happy she is? And I have no doubt Shane is just as happy as her. Can't we just let them be?'

'You know full well that it isn't safe for them to be together.' He snapped.

'Do I? It's been years since we escaped, what makes you think they will still be looking for us? And what makes you think that the risk is higher just because they are together?'

'Don't be so naive! You have too much faith in the world, too much faith in the good of people. Those people are evil, they will be doing everything in their power to hunt us down and punish us for undermining their power.' He was borderline shouting now, and that was a rare occurrence.

Part of me wanted to run away and forget I had heard anything, forget that my parents had been lying to me and keeping secrets from me for the last two years, forget that we were all in some kind of danger and that being with Shane would somehow be making it worse. The other part of me wanted to stay and find out as much as I could about the truth. I needed to find out everything and tell Shane as soon as possible. 

The next thing I heard was a door slam and I assumed it must have been my Dad storming off, angry with my Mum. By the sounds of things, that was the end of that conversation. So many questions were circling around in my mind: Who was looking for us and why? What had we done to undermine their power? What power did they have? And how was Shane involved in the mess? I needed to tell Shane what I had heard, and I needed to tell him fast. Scrolling down my contacts and clicking on his name, I've never been so inpatient for someone to pick up their phone.