Boundless

Chapter 10

There were a few raps on the Ribe's front door. Myles sat up in his room blasting music and tracing his fingers over the scars on his wrists. They were ruff and jagged, as though someone was in a careless rush to rid of him. Truth be told that they were. His mother hated him and always said that he was a monster and shouldn't belong on this world. At night he could hear his mothers harsh whispers to her boyfriend. His real dad, Satan, raped her. It was the smallest moment he had on Earth, enough time to do that to a happy, innocent, women. Myles heard his door open and felt hands pull him out of bed. He was half asleep, not quite with it. The hands dropped him into the bath tub and slashed both his wrists. He watched his mother while he was screaming and crying. She stood there, shaking, tears swelling in her eyes.

"I don't love you, baby." Was all she said and she left, locking the door behind her. He screamed and shouted but no one heard him. He was all red. From his hair to his toes, and the brick bathtub was nothing but a slick dark, dark red.

The raping came again and Myles heard a muffled shout from down stairs. He rolled over onto his stomach and dropped off the bed.

"Ugh."

He didn't want to move, he'd just got comfortable. He switched off his music and pushed himself up off the ground.

"Myles!" Jennifer, his adoptive mum called from down stairs, "Hurry up and come down here, there's someone here for you."

Myles sluggishly strolled down the stairs. He didn't want to be disturbed, he wanted time to think about Emilia. How he would get her to cooperate and trust him. He knew it was hard to trust people, especially when the way of life was always shifting and changing. He hated that if Emilia didn't cooperate he'd have to lie to her to get her to come with him. But she detected lies so well.

"I offered for her to come in but she insisted that she wasn't staying long." Jennifer said passing him in the hallway. Myles brows drew together in confusion. Who would be knocking on his front door to see him at quarter to eight at night? He swung the already half open door the rest of the way open, to see the back of a tall girl with long black hair. Emilia turned around and gave him a mischievous smile. She had a handbag slung over her shoulder and was wearing cut-offs and a t-shirt. This confused Myles further. Why would she have a fancy, expensive handbag, and only be wearing cutoff's and a t-shirt, and rock up at his house? She looked him up and down and stifled a laugh.

"You're going to need more than boxers to where we're going."

Myles frowned, a line appearing between his brows.

"Where are we going?" He asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Go get some jeans on and a nice shirt." Emilia said. "They won't let you in without a shirt on."

Myles scratched his right eyebrow, a habit he could never brake when he was confused.

"I don't understand."

"You don't need to." Emilia started walking towards a black car. "I'll meet you in the car in 10."

And that was it. Myles stood in the doorway for a moment before racing up stairs to get changed. He had no idea where they were going so he dressed in a pair of black jeans and a dark blue shirt, that stretched tightly across his chest. He took one look in the mirror and ran his hands through his black wavy hair. He spun out of his room and took the stairs two by two.

"Hey, Jennifer, is it alright that I go with Emilia?" Myles ask walking into the kitchen.

"Where are you going and what are you doing?" Jennifer asked placing a plate on the drying rack. Myles stopped for a moment to think of a white lie.