Revelation

-Twenty Three-

Raylea

"What was that?" I quietly ask in a hushed whisper. My eyes dart to the small, and only, window wondering if I should take a peek. Maybe the intense angry growls were just my imagination. Maybe it was just the wind play tricks on me. Maybe I was the only one who heard that.

Sadly, by the ticked off expression on my foster father, I was definitely not imagining the noises. He clenches his fists. "Rogues," he sighs and looks once out the window and nods his in confirmation. 

Wait, what did he just say?

Before I can say anything, he is already at the door. "Raylea, I want you to stay here. Lock the door and don't do anything reckless until I came back. Do I make myself clear?"

"Ah..." He doesn't wait for a reply since it would probably take too long. The rogues would reach us by the time I mustered up the guts to speak one word. My foster father walks out the door, slamming it shut. I stumble towards it and lock it, just as he instructed. 

"What are rogues?" I finally ask out to no one in particular. It would have been helpful if he informed me of that much. Unless whatever a rogue is is actually terrifying and would have me hiding under a wall of blankets in seconds. 

I take my time walking through the narrow hallway into the cramped bedroom. Once I reach the bed, I collapse on top of the soft sheets. I close my eyes shut as I attempt to ignore what seems to sound like a raging battle outside. Where ever outside is. I am still not entirely sure how big this place is. Is it a hotel? A home? A mansion? Heck, it might just consist of this room and that hallway but I would never know.

The sounds intensify causing me to bury my head in the pillows. Maybe if I pretend I'm somewhere else, the noises will go away.  Okay, now think Raylea, where would I want to be?

The dome, back at home? That was the place where I was born and raised yet, for some reason, I don't want to go back there mentally. I feel like if I pretend to be back where I belong, I'll feel homesick or worse, I won't feel anything at all. That is what scares me. Has the outside world have that big of an impact on me?

Yes, yes it did. The fresh air, the open space, but the best of all, the freedom. Here, I am not confided to a circular metal wall. Excluding, the fact that I'm actually stuck in this room, all in all, I am free. 

I am free.

Why am I allowing my foster father to dictate me on what to do? He hasn't even been my father for two weeks and expects me to comply to his every word without a fight? I don't think so.

But the moment I got up from the bed, a viscous roar made me quickly fall back onto the comfy blanket. How about I wait awhile, until all this yelling dies down.

In the mean time, I close my eyes again and try to go someplace else. How about Nat's adorable and modern bungalow. From the futuristic furniture to the contemporary style, Nat's place is my dream home! That is what I picture when I see myself in my own house. Not old fashion but modern. It won't make me feel like I was stuck in the dome where anything futuristic was forbidden. 

Still, even Nat's amazing home does not block out the fighting from the outside. I frown and open my eyes to stare at the dull ceiling. Nothing is working. Nothing can take my mind off of reality.

Will anything though? Or maybe I'm looking at this at the wrong angle. Instead of a location what about someone. 

My heart immediately swells as a small blush forms on my cheeks. There is only one person who can take me away from all this. Who can bring me to a place where there is no growling and shouting.