Chirping Falcons | Millard Nullings

9- Fox (I FORGOT TO FIX THE NAME EARLIER OMG)

I sat in the floor of Fiona's bedroom, a book in my hands. I was on the last chapter and determined to finish it before something me could drag me into another game.

I had been at Miss. Peregrine's home for around a month or two now. However, the more time I was here the more I was sure that Abraham Portman was my least favourite person in the world. If he wasn't making fun of my Scottish tongue then he was walking slowly in front of me, messing up my hair, calling me a small child, or grabbing a book while I was reading.

Needless to say, I didn't like him very much. But, what had made me not like him even more was the day he told everyone he wanted to leave. While everyone was at dinner, Abraham stood and declared that he was going to leave and join the army in attempt to get rid of the German threats and the Hollowgasts threats.

Not only was I already pissed because he was going to leave, but I was now pissed because, one, Emma had to exit the room while she was crying and Abraham didn't even look at her, two, Claire was now bawling and asking why and he refused to comfort the girl, and three, he then persuaded Hugh and Victor into believing that he was doing this for the safety of all Peculiars.
That was a lie. Anyone with a brain could tell he was doing it for fame. It was in his eyes.

I looked where I knew Millard was sitting and glanced back at the door. Millard's hat shook a no but I couldn't have cared less at the moment.

"Excuse me." I gritted between my clenched teeth, following after Emma who could be heard still crying.

I climbed the stairs and to her room, knocking softly. "Emma?" I called in a comforting tone. There was not answer. "Emma, I'm coming in." I said timidly, opening the door. She was pacing the room, her hands clenched at her sides and flaming with blue while tears ran down her face as if they were racing the gravity.

I walked up to her, ignoring the flames and hugged her, feeling the heat diminish as she slowly wrapped her hands around me, hugging me back. After a while of just standing there, I had her sit on her bed and I sat next to her and we carried on a conversation about the future. Anything to get her mind off of it.

"Flying cars might-" I tried but was cut off by a knock on the door. I looked at the now open door and narrowed my eyes. The smirk was wiped off of his face and he had a mournful expression. 

"Emma. I..." Abraham seemed out of words for a moment. "I jus' van' to express how unvreasonable vou are being-" He started, but I cut him off just as he did me. An eye for an eye.

"Nope. Not this time. Get out. I'm serious. Out." I said, standing and pushing him out of the room that was not even mine. I looked at Emma who was looking at the door. 

"What was that for? If he's leaving, I at least want to be able to talk to him!" She cried out, sending my left eyebrow up. I opened my mouth to speak, though nothing came out.

"Fine." I said simply, turning and walking out of the room, glaring down Abraham as I did. I stopped momentarily to speak to him. "Are you happy?" I asked, but before I could get an answer, I walked down the stairs, completely ignoring him.

I walked into the kitchen and began to help Miss. Peregrine and Hugh clean. I picked up the dishes and took them all to the kitchen, raking out my left over food in which I couldn't be bothered to eat. Miss. Peregrine raised an eyebrow at me, silently asking for an apology, I guessed. 

"I'm sorry, Miss. Peregrine. I just couldn't leave her up there crying and he wasn't going to do anything about it." I said far too quickly, turning to leave quickly and hopefully just wipe down the table without another word. However, my hopes were flushed down the drain as she called my name.