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Chapter One: Lucy
I woke up on my 16th birthday with an apprehensive feeling in the pit of my stomach. I rolled out of bed and opened my curtains. The sky was gray and miserable looking, like all it wanted to do was curl up and cry. My door opened, and my father and my brother Caleb walked in. Caleb and my father looked just alike, with blond hair and the green eyes that I shared with them. They were both lanky and tall with the air of someone perpetually lost in thought. My father had rumpled, messy hair, and glasses that he perched on the edge of his nose.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” My father said, wrapping me in a hug. I hugged him back, and when I pulled away, I caught a glimpse of what looked like sadness in his eyes.
Caleb, silent as usual, wrapped me in a gruff hug, and muttered a happy birthday. My father ran his hand through his hair, something both he and my brother did when they were nervous.
“Lucy, sit down. We need to talk.” I sat nervously on the edge on my bed, eyeing the apprehensive looks both Caleb and my dad wore. “You know, Lucy that we are different right?” My dad began, glancing over at Caleb. He nodded, and urged him onward. I wondered if my brother had this talk when he turned sixteen three years ago.
Dad opened his mouth to speak again when a large crash came from down the stairs. My father jumped and turned towards the door. “They’re here.” He said.
“Who?” I asked. “Hush” Caleb answered for my father. My brother’s response startled me into silence. Caleb, although a little gruff and rough around the edges never raised his voice to me, or said anything rude.
The noises started again, only this time closer to the foot of the stairs. I thought I could hear voices muted, and possibly speaking another language. My dad turned to my brother. “Caleb, take Lucy into your room. Lock the door, and don’t make a sound. You know what to do.”
Caleb nodded and my father rushed out of the room. Caleb grabbed my arm and he pulled me out of my bedroom; and into his down the hall. Once in his room, my brother locked the door and pushed me into a corner by his bed. I got on my knees to look out the window, but Caleb pushed my head down. “They don’t need to know you are here.” He whispered.
“WHERE IS SHE ELI?” The voice came from downstairs, and I realized: they were looking for me.
“She isn’t here. She went out of town for the weekend.” My father’s familiar voice resonated up the stairs, calm, cool, and collected, not the smallest amount of fear.
The other voice cursed in another language, one I didn’t recognize. There was a silence followed by yelling and more crashing. I heard my father’s cries and finally the slam of the screen door. I lunged forward, realizing that they had taken him. Caleb grabbed me and pulled me back.
“They want me!” I cried. “Take me!” I collapsed into my brother’s arms and sobbed. Caleb stroked my hair and rocked me back and forth, softly humming the tune that our mother used to sing before she died. We sat there for a few moments before Caleb got up and pulled two nondescript duffle bags out of his closet. He tossed one to me, and I caught it easily, which surprised me, since I had always been fairly clumsy.
Go get some of your stuff. But only bring the essentials. We need to leave soon, so hurry.
Caleb’s voice resonated in my head. I wasn’t entirely sure if he had spoken, but the smug look on his face told me he hadn’t.
“What was that? Did you actually talk to me inside my head?” I asked. Caleb only grinned.
Try it. It’s easy. Just think about what you want to say to me, but don’t actually say it.
I braced myself and thought. I want you to tell me what is going on! Where is dad? Who took him? I’m so confused.
I’ll explain on the plane. Caleb replied. Now get packing. Chapter One: Lucy
I woke up on my 16th birthday with an apprehensive feeling in the pit of my stomach. I rolled out of bed and opened my curtains. The sky was gray and miserable looking, like all it wanted to do was curl up and cry. My door opened, and my father and my brother Caleb walked in. Caleb and my father looked just alike, with blond hair and the green eyes that I shared with them. They were both lanky and tall with the air of someone perpetually lost in thought. My father had rumpled, messy hair, and glasses that he perched on the edge of his nose.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” My father said, wrapping me in a hug. I hugged him back, and when I pulled away, I caught a glimpse of what looked like sadness in his eyes.
Caleb, silent as usual, wrapped me in a gruff hug, and muttered a happy birthday. My father ran his hand through his hair, something both he and my brother did when they were nervous.
“Lucy, sit down. We need to talk.” I sat nervously on the edge on my bed, eyeing the apprehensive looks both Caleb and my dad wore. “You know, Lucy that we are different right?” My dad began, glancing over at Caleb. He nodded, and urged him onward. I wondered if my brother had this talk when he turned sixteen three years ago.
Dad opened his mouth to speak again when a large crash came from down the stairs. My father jumped and turned towards the door. “They’re here.” He said.
“Who?” I asked. “Hush” Caleb answered for my father. My brother’s response startled me into silence. Caleb, although a little gruff and rough around the edges never raised his voice to me, or said anything rude.
The noises started again, only this time closer to the foot of the stairs. I thought I could hear voices muted, and possibly speaking another language. My dad turned to my brother. “Caleb, take Lucy into your room. Lock the door, and don’t make a sound. You know what to do.”
Caleb nodded and my father rushed out of the room. Caleb grabbed my arm and he pulled me out of my bedroom; and into his down the hall. Once in his room, my brother locked the door and pushed me into a corner by his bed. I got on my knees to look out the window, but Caleb pushed my head down. “They don’t need to know you are here.” He whispered.
“WHERE IS SHE ELI?” The voice came from downstairs, and I realized: they were looking for me.
“She isn’t here. She went out of town for the weekend.” My father’s familiar voice resonated up the stairs, calm, cool, and collected, not the smallest amount of fear.
The other voice cursed in another language, one I didn’t recognize. There was a silence followed by yelling and more crashing. I heard my father’s cries and finally the slam of the screen door. I lunged forward, realizing that they had taken him. Caleb grabbed me and pulled me back.
“They want me!” I cried. “Take me!” I collapsed into my brother’s arms and sobbed. Caleb stroked my hair and rocked me back and forth, softly humming the tune that our mother used to sing before she died. We sat there for a few moments before Caleb got up and pulled two nondescript duffle bags out of his closet. He tossed one to me, and I caught it easily, which surprised me, since I had always been fairly clumsy.
Go get some of your stuff. But only bring the essentials. We need to leave soon, so hurry.
Caleb’s voice resonated in my head. I wasn’t entirely sure if he had spoken, but the smug look on his face told me he hadn’t.
“What was that? Did you actually talk to me inside my head?” I asked. Caleb only grinned.
Try it. It’s easy. Just think about what you want to say to me, but don’t actually say it.
I braced myself and thought. I want you to tell me what is going on! Where is dad? Who took him? I’m so confused.
I’ll explain on the plane. Caleb replied. Now get packing.
