Three's a Crowd

Part 2

John's POV

Where is Ella. I called her for dinner 15 minutes ago. Lately she's been so secretive, always locked up in her bedroom, on her phone into all hours of the night. 

 " Ella," I scream for maybe the 10th time.

" I'm coming, John," she screams back angrily.

This is so unlike Ella. She never even raises her voice.

" Stop coming and come," I yell.

God, when did I start sounding so much like Henri.

She storms out of her room slamming down the stairs.

She marches down the stairs and stops in front of me.

" What?" she says in cold, dangerous voice.

" Breakfast," I say just as coldly.

She uses her telekinesis to grab her breakfast off the table.

" Thanks," she says turning around to leave.

I grab her hand and she turns around to face me.

" What's going on with you?" I ask, " you never get mad... at anyone."

" I'm sorry John," she says looking down, " I was just having a really important conversation.

" With who?" I ask suspiciously.

" Just a friend from school."

She turns around and goes back up the stairs, but this time she doesn't sound as angry.

Soon I can hear the clicking of keys once again.

Maybe I could use my invisibility to sneak into her room and find out what's going on.

" Don't even think about it," Ella says in my head.

Rats.

So much for that plan.

I decided to put the thought out of my head, and focus on other things. Like trying to fix the relationship between humans and lorics. What that old man said still haunts me. I always thought we were the good guys, but maybe the war, and all the deaths were our fault.

I give Lexa a call and she has his twenty, within the hour.

I quickly drive to the location she sends me, and knock on his door.

" I'm coming, I'm coming," someone grumbles from inside.

The door cracks open with a long creak, and the man peeks his head out. As soon as he sees who it is, he attempts to slam the door,  but I catch it before it closes.

" Please sir, just a minute of your time," I beg.

" Spending a nano second with you terrorists is too much," he yells, trying to close the door.

" Please," I say firmly.

"You have 5 minutes."

" I just want to know why you hate the Loric so much?" I ask.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a photo. It's a photo of young girl, maybe slight older than me.

"Who is she?"

"My daughter," he responds bitterly, " she's dead now. Because of your foolhardy war."

" I'm sorry," I whisper quietly.

" Yeah, well sorry won't bring my daughter back."

And with that, he turns around and the door bangs closed in front of my face.