The Dying Generation

Chapter Eleven

"Okay, how is your ankle doing today, Ma'am?" Cedric came over in front of me, setting his hands onto his hips.

I fiddled my fingers together.
"Okay, I-I guess."

"Hm." He hummed, taking a seat in a chair at the dinning room table I was at.
"Does it hurt still? Do you feel any pain now?"

I thought about it, really focusing on it now.
I shook my head. "Not really."

He brought his hands next to me, making me fidget in my place.
"Try to stand, put very little pressure on it and the second you feel any discomfort or pain, get off of it."

He helped me stand, I leaned into his hand while I stood mostly on my left foot, slowly adding pressure onto my right. Alton stood behind Cedric, leaning against the wall, chewing on the pull string on his jacket.

I limped for a second when I added weight on that foot but regained myself, feeling a small pain in my ankle, sore.

"How's that? Does it need longer to heal or do you think it's better?" Cedric lowered his head to be more face to face with me.

"It's better, just sore." I looked down, staring at my feet.

Cedric didn't say anything for a second, he seemed to have been thinking.
"Then you may want to get off that foot again for a little while." He pinched both of my shoulders in between his fingers and made me sit back down.
He huffed, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his chin.

After another second, he seemed to be giving into his thoughts and standing back up.
"We might as well go out and get you some more items that would make a easier and more manageable splint."
I watched him walk around the table and down the hall.
"Alton, make sure you take her back to her area."
Cedric called down the hall before disappearing all together.

Feeling movement, very small tremors in the ground approaching me, I looked over to the other side to Alton.
"Did you want to go?" He asked, leaning a little on the table.

I stared up at him a little cluelessly and dumbfounded.
"I-I could go? Didn't he just say that I couldn't?"
After Cedric telling him that I had to go back to my prison, what was Alton trying to plan? Was he going to try to ask him to let me go? Or was he going to sneak me without him knowing? Either way, I wouldn't want to be a bother or cause any sort of trouble.

"Well.." Alton looked up to the ceiling like he was thinking.
"My dad of course prefers you to be put back, but that sounds like that'll be a super boring day for you. But on the other hand, I can tell him that you are back in the box and he doesn't need to know you are with me."

"Alton, I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't want to get you into trouble." I told him seriously and also with some concern.

"Last time if I remember correctly, you got yourself hurt the last time we left you alone. Who knows what will happen this time since my friends started breaking into my house. You won't be trouble and we won't get into trouble if you stay quiet and out of my Dad's sight. So what'll it be? Stay inside your box all day until who knows when we will get back, or come with us and have a mini adventure outside your box?" He sat both of his hands palm down onto the table on both sides of me looming above me.

I had to really think about this one. I didn't want to get him or me into trouble or make Cedric mad. But I don't want to be locked up again. I hate that box.
Alton must have predicted what my decision was when he flipped his right hand over to beckon me on.
Well.... what harm will it do?
I looked up to him, finally nodding my head to comply.
Not wanting me to be on my foot, he quickly snatched me up a little too fast for my liking. I struggled in the uncomfortable grip he had me in before he set me into his jacket's pocket.

He kept his hand in the pocket with me, his fingers remained softly wrapped around me.
Even though I couldn't see from where I was at, I couldn't see where he was going, it's like I already knew everything that was going on around him. I could make my predictions. I could feel every step he took, I could almost feel the direction we were going in.
I could hear him opening a door then going downstairs, with those little details, I knew he was going down into the basement.

Why? That I won't know. He may have forgotten something or he wanted to mislead his Father by pretending he locked me up.
I could hear another door opening, he was going into his room. Maybe he did forget something?
If he wanted to deceive him, I wouldn't think he would go this far. I could feel, and hear him going back up the steps and shutting the door behind him.

"Are you ready to go?" I could hear Cedric's voice.

"Yeah."

"You put her up? Put the lock on?"

Alton didn't rush to respond but however he did.
"Yeah."

I could hear them opening another door and fumbling around with keys. 
I could hear the door being slammed shut and Alton and Cedric walking out into the driveway to their vehicle.

The door to the car being opened and slammed shut and the spot I was sitting in shift from Alton climbing in.

I started to feel a little guilt, because I disobeyed Cedric by coming. It's too late to turn back now.

I had to remind myself. It's no big deal, if he finds out he shouldn't be too mad. I'm going to be good, I'm not gonna cause any trouble. It's just a little outing.
Into a big world, with things a hundred times my size... That could easily kill me.... Even not on purpose.. and full of giant predators that I wouldn't normally have to worry about if I was considered normal sized in this world...
maybe I should have stayed in my box..