Abandoned

7. More Novelties

I quickly turned to face the person who grabbed me. A relieved sigh escaped my lips. 'Devan!' Besides Christian and Devan there was another man in the truck. I recognized the figure of Jack, their father. 

A little smile played on Devan's lips however his eyes weren't smiling. He clearly was still on his guard. Before I could tell him I was fine, Christian intervened. 'Souhaila, have they touched you?' The way he said the word "they" made clear to me how much he hated them. 'Speak the truth, it  is really important. We'll know it if you lie to us.'

His last words triggered something in me. Why did he say that? Did they see me as untrustworthy? Somewhere I understood they may not trust everybody they only know for one day, but nevertheless I couldn't deny it stuck me. Devan looked guiltily away. I pushed the thoughts away. I would ask him later.

'Why did they want me?' I threw back. Devan chuckled at my insolence. Christian's face however looked less relaxed. 'Souhaila, it isn't time to mock us,' Christian said impatiently. I heard the annoyance in his voice.

Just when I wanted to go against him, I heard a barely audible sound. Souhaila, if I were you, I wouldn't make him angrier. I looked around, to who belong that sound? I only saw Christian looking impatiently while he waited for my answer. It seems like no one had heard the voice. I heard the soft sound  in a distant corner of my mind. It was no more than a gentle gust of wind carrying a soft whispering voice with it.

Please answer him Souhaila. The voice begged me and I knew I wouldn't be able to ignore the soft whispering. I felt attracted to the voice, like I felt attracted to Devan. A bell ringed off in my head.

'Souhaila, what exactly happened?' Christian emphasized each single word.

'Okay, fine.' I surrendered. Eventually they will come to know it anyway. 'Devan drove me back to school.' I paused, doubting whether I wanted to tell them about my favorite place.

You don't need to tell him all the details. Just the important things.

Devan? I responded, not knowing if I had said it aloud or in thoughts.

Yes, darling. Responding to your other questions; I don't know why we can talk this way. I know it was bad for you to find out some of us are able to read the truth. I'm sorry about that, I should have told you earlier. I could see in his eyes he sincerely meant it .

'I'm sorry. The event has brought me a bit off.' In the middle of the sentence, my voice broke. Devan grabbed my hand and held it. The now almost familiair electric waves shot through my body and though the waves were extremely hot and my body felt to be turned into flame, the touch of his skin cooled my mind.

It had not been a lie. The whole event really was frightening. My whole life has been boring. Until now. In a rapid speed strange events followed each other. I was exhausted.

'Please, Christian. Why don't we first go home. She needs sleep. She'll be able to tell you the story more clearly and detailed if you let her rest, you know that.' Christian muttered in mouth, but I could see Devan had convinced him. I looked at Devan thankfully. He took me on his lap and I rested my head against his shoulder. My eyes closed and I felt into a deep restless sleep.

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When I opened my eyes again, I didn't know where I was. I was laying on a bed in a boyish bedroom. The walls were painted in soft darkblue colors. But what really wasn't a boyish thing, was the neat of the room and therefore I immediately knew where I was. I only still didn't know in which room I laid, but I guessed it was Devan's.

The door swung open. I realized I was only wearing a not fully covering nightgown so I quickly pulled the blanket up to my neck. Devan walked to me, but he stopped when he saw me in the nightgown. I felt an uncomfortable feeling, but it wasn't mine. Devan's cheecks reddened and then I realized it was his feeling, I felt. How is it possible? 'I'm sorry, my mum has lent you that nightgown. Your clothes are over there.' He pointed to a neatly folded pile of clothes. As if everything wasn't already neatly. I thought sarcastly before I remembered Devan could read minds. Devan chuckled. I'm sorry dear, I'm born with it. I heard a laugh in his voice. I smiled at him.