Phoenix's Ride (A MRBC Sequel)

Meet the "Family"

Phoenix's POV:

I glance back at Rose as I walk up the steps of the house I'll be living in for the next... hopefully weeks, but with my luck it'll be months.

I lightly knock on the door. Rose said they would be expecting me, so they wouldn't be sleeping, but still, thoughts of them not wanting to help me make there way into my mind.

Why would they want to help me, of all people, anyway? Are they really willing to risk there lives to help me? Well this isn't one of those life threatening things....

I'm brought out of my thoughts when someone opens the door. As my eyes adjust to the light shining through the door, I find a smiling, petite woman standing in the doorway.

She has light brown, frizzy hair and hazel, almost gold, eyes that seem to see through me and read all of my thoughts.

I give her a tight smile, and send one last fleeting glance at Rose over my shoulder before I'm being pulled into the house.

"I'm sure Rose told you everything you need to know about this little... situation we're in," she motions me to follower her, talking as if she's telling me 'good morning.'

Taking in my surrounding while we walk, I'm surprised to find a large living room with a flat screen TV. From the outside, the house looks small, it's looks are very deceiving.

Returning my attention ahead of me once more, I find we're headed towards a nice sized kitchen, a dining table off to the right.

The woman, who I have yet to learn the name of, takes a seat at the table, waiting for me to do the same.

She starts talking in a hushed tone," I know your probably not used to all of this, but you can't tell anyone about what we're doing for you after this is over."

My stomach clenches, it feels as if her eyes are boring holes into the side of my head as I nod.

She smiles, as if she wasn't just trying to rip me apart with her eyes, bipolar much, I think, a little over exaggerating about it, but I don't know these people and they don't know me. I have my reasons.

For the first time that I've been here I speak, although it comes out in an almost silent whisper," I'm sorry, but, uh, I don't know your name..."

She seems slightly confused, her dark eyebrows going up, one slightly higher than the other," you're going to have to speak up for me to hear you sweetie."

I'm slightly irked by the nickname 'sweetie,' I only allow my family to call me that, but ignoring the name, I repeat my question, only slightly louder this time,"Your name?"

"Oh, I can't believe I forgot," she laughs a little, with an apologetic look on her face," My name is Eve Brior, and I don't want non of that Ms. Brior, or ma'am nonsense, I'm not that old, just call me Eve"

I nod once again, not feeling very talkative, and I probably won't talk a lot while I'm here. When I'm in a situation I don't like, I clam up, and won't speak unless it's absolutely necessary. Even then, I only say what's needed.

Mom says when I get that way, it reminds her of Dad before I was born, but he wasn't as bad, and Dad will tells me before he met Mom, he usually never talked. Everyone that knew Dad when he was young says I'm just like him sometimes.