The Generators

9. Magdalenea.

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My father stood angrily in the doorway, with the light of the true outdoors illuminating his path. The light cast shadows over his face, hiding his enraged expression from me for just a moment but then it was all I could see. My father had always been a manicured man; he cared about outward presentation a lot. That's not to say he was greedy or vain by any means, but he always broadcast a feeling of truth and trustworthy-ness if that's even a word. He never let anyone on to how he was feeling except my mother, and if he did, you'd better run because that wasn't a good sign. 

To say he was mad right now was an understatement.

Standing a smidge under six feet, with salt and pepper hair, steely brown eyes, and a handsome amount of scruff on his face, Father commanded any room he walked into. The White Room was no different. He marched inside and punched something into a wall keypad, which silenced the alarms, before grabbing ahold of Mr. O and dragging him out of the room. I wheeled over to the wall and nestled close so I could just barely make out what they were saying.

"O, I trusted you with her safety and now-"

"---understand that it was----interests at heart.-----never anything to hurt Bean.---"

"---daughter-----poor condition-----no emotional upsets!"

"-----barely upsetting----fine condition---tell the truth----no more secrets."

"-----*insert a string of curses here*---baby---alone."

"Alone?-----to her------made her stay------not even------hair-brained conspiracy------news report----"

"--------trying to do here-----new ideas-----video clip------ages ago!"

I stopped listening after a minute because it just didn't make any sense to me. There was no point snooping if it wasn't going to get me anywhere useful. Plus I'd be in double trouble for eavesdropping.

About ten minutes later my father and Mr. O came back in, both looking a strange combination of defeated and confident. Mr. O talked first, cutting my father off. A thing that nobody in their right mind has ever dared to do. He knelt next to me and put one of his hands around mine. "Bean, I'm going away for a little while."

I felt like I'd been pushed into a bottomless pit. My stomach did loops and whirls, spins and dips. My head pounded and my heart banged violently against my frail chest. "What?"

Mr. O looked sympathetic as he gathered both of my hands in his. "It's gonna be okay kid. I won't be gone long."

"Where are you going?" I croaked out as I tried to hold back tears.

Mr. O looked at my father, and I felt something pass between them. "I'm going to go upstate and visit some family for a few weeks. My brother just had a baby remember?"

"Tim had a baby two and a half years ago," I mumbled, my cheeks growing hot and tingly. My eyes stung with the promise of tears.

"Suppose that makes me the worst uncle ever then huh?" he cracked a smile, but for once it was one I couldn't return. It was selfish of me to want Mr. O to stay with me. Goodness knows how many vacation days he's had to sacrifice for me. He's probably owed over a month within the last year alone. But I needed him. He was my everything, my parents, my friends, my worst enemy (when he was difficult). My life was wrapped up in Mr. O, without him, I'd be losing everything. Just the thought sent a pit of doom into my stomach.