Calm.
Calm is what I didn't feel but I did my best to look.
Sat at the dining room table between Peter and my father, head in hands, I tried every trick in my book to calm my pounding heart. I couldn't tell if the white noise filling my head was in my head or from the kitchen next door.
"This isn't that bad. Nothing has changed because of this," My dad said again, looking over at Peter in a silent cry for assistance.
Peter placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Your dad's right. Void leaving Maryland doesn't change a thing."
I raised a doubtful eyebrow and turned to face my dad. He had a wary eye on Peter's hand.
Ever since the whole incident that ended with Peter mostly calming me down, I think more people other than Regan was getting 'more than just friends' vibes from us including my dad, obviously. Peter pulled his hand away and I spared him a thankful glance.
"Neither of you has given me any proof to prove your point," I said.
"Well-" my dad started.
My phone buzzed and quickly checked it. "You know what, I don't care," I waved him off as I stood up," I just want a smoothie and to not think about this anymore."
"Really?" Peter said, clearly confused by my uncharacteristic indifferent attitude.
"I just want to go make a smoothie or something," I gave them a 'reassuring' smile. I turned and left before either of them could staring at me long enough to see what I really wanted to do. I'll give you a hint, it didn't make a smoothie. Even if I wanted to make one, I could because of all the scientist using the needed space as a laboratory. What's bazar about it is we actually have a lab downstairs.
I walked right past the kitchen, behind the stairs leading up to the bedrooms where I hide my bag, and straight into Regan.
"Excuse me," I said quickly and tried to sidestep by him.
"Care to explain the packed bag on your back," Regan asked, stepping back in front of me.
"Some stuff I want to donate," I said lamely.
"Right," He crossed his arms, "Try again."
"I just want to get out of this crazy house," I tried again. It was a complete lie.
"Then let me inform your dad and I'll go with you," Regan offered.
"That's okay, I know how to use a gun."
Regan didn't budge.
"Please just move."
"I can't because I'm being paid to not let you and I know that you're not telling me the real reason you're leaving and that's a red flag."
"I'll pay you to let me go," I countered.
He raised an eyebrow.
"Please don't make me hurt you," I huffed.
"What-?" he started, but I quickly kicked him in a few tactful places and shoved him to the ground.
"Sorry," I yelled over my shoulders as I book it toward the door.
I quickly typed in the code by the front door so the alarms wouldn't go off- I know my dad is a security freak- and flung it open. My luck was nonexistent today as I almost ran straight into another one of the guards.
"I have to-um- get something from my dad's car," I fibbed. Maybe my luck was there because this idiot just shrugged and continued on his patrol. I guess maybe he saw the little truth in my large lie in that I did need to get to my dad's car. Then get in it. And then drive on out of here.
I got to get in without any other problems before I got a text from Peter.
-How are you enjoying that smoothie you didn't make?
I cringed and typed up a quick lie.
-I left my favorite mix in the kitchen upstairs
-Ok
I chucked my phone onto the seat beside me and took a deep breath. Typing in the address I wanted I revved the engine and off I went.
* * * * *
Once a was far enough away from home I pulled over at a rest stop and pulled out my phone. I had to wait for a call from my dad to stop- I couldn't make myself answer or decline it- but once it did I went to the anonymous text
-Edison, New York. Be there. You'll find me.
* * * * *
An hour had gone by. I'd stopped a few times to quickly turn off any kind of tracking device. My phone- connected to the car- had been going off the whole times. Texts and calls from just about everybody from my dad and Peter to my friends' moms. I'd checked the first few from Peter but It made me feel too guilty, so I'd silenced my phone and did my best to ignore the lit-up screen.
* * * * *
3 hours later I sat found myself parked alongside a convenient store in Edison. It wasn't a bad city, I just didn't like the reason I was there or the fact that no one knew where I was. I rested against the side of the unnecessarily flashing sports car I'd grabbed and stared at my phone. The second the anonymous text popped up again I opened it.
-3 streets down, left, straight
I didn't know why he couldn't just give me an address instead of being so cryptic, but I hopped in my car none the less and followed the direction.
The place I arrived at was a small neighborhood. The houses looked neat without a single misplaced ball or toy in driveways or lawns. No cars were parked along the street, so I had no trouble finding a spot. I stepped out onto the sidewalk and my phone buzzed again.
-on your left
My eyes found the only blite in the perfect neighborhood. Crumbled remains that could barely be identified as a house anymore. The ground wasn't bare, but I could tell by the tall weeds that it had once been scorched. Everything about the place screamed trouble and I believed it. I quickly turned my location on my phone on, praying the someone would see it and come in time to help me not die.
A stick behind me snapped.
I whirled around.
Richard Lang stood in front of me wearing a distinctly void outfit. Dark grey pants and a longsleeved shirt that was clearly lined with some kind of protective material. He had a chest plate on that held some kind of metal pack on his back. I wasn't sure what the purpose of the pack was, but I could guess bad things. Two tubes dangled from the shoulders of the armor and goggles were pushed up on his forehead.
His face was a stark contrast to his clothes. He wasn't sneering at me. In his face, he looked so vulnerable it hurt. But it was his eyes that messed with me.
They were a mix of everything. Hope, fear, some anger, a touch of joy, and most confusing... love?
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I just want to say a quick thank you to all of you supporting dudes! I'm so thankful that I have such amazing people reading this who aren't pressuring me to update. I have a really- hopefully- great middle(ish) chapter planned as 20. Also, my job is going great for those of you maybe wondering! :)
~Nat
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