The Hidden Child (On Hold)

Chapter 2

I was in shock. That's all I can say really. I've been in this room I don't even know how long, and suddenly this dude who looks like he's twenty comes in, dressed in an olive green shirt and jeans, with expensive looking sneakers, and looks like an older version of me, but with a prouder nose, Brown eyes and thinner lips. Oh and he has bleach fucking blond hair! and calls infers that we share a brother within oh I don't know two minutes? I'm done with this tower can some one shoot me now?

"Scarlett!" He shakes my shoulders a little, " Are you okay little sister? You spaced out a bit there," nervously laughing a bit. 

"Sorry," I whisper, not knowing what to do. He just said little sister. That means he's my brother. A brother I never knew I had. I don't remember if I grew up with siblings. I only have snippets, and whose snippets of memory only ever have Antonio and Joseph. Does this mean I'm who he was talking about the whole time out there to Josh? At least I think his name was Josh that Sevrin was talking to. My head hurts. "What's going on? Where am I?" I ask softly.

He looks at me with his large brown eyes full of excitement and trepidation. "We are in the French Quarter of New Orleans. There's a lot that Josh and I are gonna have to go over with you before Erick gets back from meeting with Cara about the state of affairs here."

I reply simply because I don't know what else I can really say to him in this current situation, " Oh. "

"Yeah," he claps his hands loudly in the quiet, damp room, "So! Big brother Josh has told me that we are both to be back at the apartment within an hour of me getting you and he and I can explain the whole disfunction of our family together so you can maybe not get killed!" He seems way to happy about that last bit.

"Okay, you can try and take me out of here," I tell him quietly. "You'll just have to figure out how to break open these chains keeping me next to the wall and everything will be howdy dandy," my sarcasm coming out to play a little bit.

He starts laughing, "You sound just like Josh when he complains, oh my gods, Erick was right. You really are one of us freaks." Shaking his head he comes over and grips a chain in each of his hands. "Please don't scream." And he pulls, the chains come flying out of the wall, concrete crumbling out from the holes he created.

I just stare at the holes, wide eyed, as he fiddles with the shackles around my wrists, now that my arms aren't connected to the wall anymore. "That was-what the-how the?" I stutter. I don't know how to react. Apparently hearing these damn voices isn't the only weird thing about the situation.

Then again, he did say "us freaks", so that means, are our brothers like us? Do we all have similar, what are they called, abilities? Gifts? Tricks? I don't really know what they'd be classified as.

"All will be explained in time dear sister don't worry," he smiled down at me as he figures out how to pick the lock of the shackles. " Plus Josh might kick me out of I tell you anything more without him being in the room. Thinks I'm 'irresponsible ' whatever that means, " he says scoffing.

I nod along, not really having anything to say to that. Wondering just what I did to end up in this situation.

"Well, come on, I drove here so we don't have to walk the three blocks to mine and Josh's place. Well, your place now too I think. I don't think you like living with Erick. He's been a bit of a buzzkill since..." He trailed off but I think he was gonna talk about that girl, Hope. The one that had soldiers, that girl that, while he was talking to Josh on the phone, had implied that she died? At the hands of some of here girl named Cara? I really wish he would just explain things to me.

We walked out do the room and into the hall and I was right, it kinda is a tower thing. As we walked down the stairs, Sevrin leading the way of course, we passed many rooms that looked like they were a lot like mine. And some of the sounds coming from inside of them, sounded like the people the doors hid were being torn apart.

By the time Sevrin and I had made it to the ground floor I had my arms wrapped around me so tightly from fear, that the imprints of my hands were still there when I lowered them to keep the door open so I could exit the building.

Waiting at the curb was a matt black Audi, with a red leather interior. "Well, this is my car. Make yourself at home," Sevrin tells me as he circles the car to get in the drivers seat. 

" Okay, " I respond. Walking slowly towards the car. "How far is the apartment again?" I ask him nervously.

He only responds with, "You'll see." As we peel away from the curb with a loud squeal of the tires.