Winter Solstice (A Seth Clearwater Fanfic)

Chapter Seven- Prison Break

 A week- 7 days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes; however you want to count it- has passed since I had felt the sun on my face, smelt the smell of rain and heard the birds sing.

Not once had I left the house since Alice and Jasper left. My parents said it was to make sure they could trust me to be safe and they're afriad that if I get mad or upset I would expose my identity. Apparently I have a problem with controlling my emotions. I have NO clue where they could've got THAT idea came from. I was sprawled out on my sofa, limbs dangling at all angles and a cherry flavored sucker between my lips. The T.V droned some nonesense and football stats (Emmy had left it on from visiting me that morning)  and Seth was despretely trying to regain my attention.

"How about we play Candyland."

"No."

"What about Monopoly?"

"No."

"Sorry?"

"No."

"Uno?"

"No."

"Ummm.. Wanna watch a movie?"

"We've already seen all the movies--- twice. No."

"How about you take that sucker and make you watch me eat it?"

"Seth!"

"Just making sure your listening." He chuckled evilly and continued to rummage through my house to find something to do.

"I'm sooo bored!" I moaned, turning upside down, my feet hanging off the back and my head dangling down, my hair spilling to the floor. "It's inhuman to keep a child locked up like this!"

"Oh come on Rooo!" Seth whinned, flipping through some of my mother's book on her bookshelf. "Your hanging with me, and I'm the coolest."

"You were the coolest." I claimed. "But that was before I locked up in this jail cell of a house with you. Now your just as boring as the sport stuff Emmy watches."

"Ouch Ro. Ouch." Seth faked like I had stabbed him and I sighed.

"I just want to go outside." I took the red lollipop out and inspected it. Seth wasn't supposed to give me sugar cause Mom said it wasn't good for me. However, with a little pouting and puppy dog eyes he caved and snuck one into me. The best thing about Seth was I didn't have to use my gift; he always gave me what I wanted. However, he wasn't budging on this. He was full bound and determined to follow the rules my Mom has set up.

So, here's the list:

Rule #1 Rosalice was not to jump on the bed and the funiture. (Kind of a gimme. Not that I follow it anyway.)

Rule #2 Rosalice was to stay out of my parents' bedroom and to keep the rooms she did go to neat. (okay, not a problem, theres nothing I need in their room anyway.)

Rule #3 Rosalice was needed to stay with Seth at all times, that meant to stand outside of the bathroom door. (Invasion of privacy much?).

The last rule was #4 and it was to NOT let me out of the house for ANY reason once so ever. I was the kind of kid who lived in the outdoors. I was never in the house for any extended period of time and I wasn't exaggerating when I said it was cruel and unusual punishment.

"I know Ro... Trust me, I would love to go outside with you, however, I can't. Your mom said no."

"We don't have to go near them. We can go to our secret place." I pleaded. Seth looked conflicted and I hoped and prayed I would win out. However, Seth apprehensively shakes his head. I groan and sprawled another direction on the couch so I was staring out of the window. It was beautiful out, even for bieng late autumn.