Runaway

thirty one

Happy New Year! 

thirty one 

I sneak into the kitchen doing my best to open all the cupboards silently. I need food, at least enough to get me through a couple days and this kitchen is always stocked up.

"Isabelle?" I jump at the sound of my name, spinning on my heels to see Dexter standing behind me.

"Dexter?" I manage dumbfounded, where does this guy come from? Why is he always popping up?

"Why are you stealing snacks from the kitchen?" Dexter asks craning his neck to see the bag behind me bulging with food.

"Why are you here?" I say dodging his question; two can play at this game.

"Are you leaving?" Dexter probes moving towards me a strange look on his face.

"Why would I answer any of your questions?" I say simply folding my arms over my chest. Trusting Dexter is like trusting .... he always has ulterior motives and I'm over it.

"Because I want to help you."

"Are you joking? All you've done since I met you is be crazy cryptic about everything and then you just disappear and reappear at the weirdest times." I say waving my arms around, "it's past midnight why are you here in this kitchen, why are you even awake?"

Dexter raises his eyebrows, "I could ask you the same questions Isabelle. You're even more elusive than me, always changing your personality, pulling off impossible feat but somehow remaining completely unaware of everything."

I open my mouth to respond but nothing intelligent comes to mind, he's right. Just like what Theo and Xavier have said, it's unbelievable that I could be so clueless about so many things that directly affect me.

"Dexter, I don't know how much you know about me and my story. In all honesty you probably have a better grasp on my past than I do. But know that from the time I can remember I have been treated exactly as a human, I only took classes relating to the mundane world, I only ever read books written by human authors, everything I was exposed to came from the human world. I can tell you all about the history of humanity, their belief in evolution, religion, the issues with racism and explain the entire political system to you. I was never able to learn about the supernatural world, hell up until a few months ago I didn't even know there was a supernatural world. So please forgive my naivety and lack of awareness, because no one ever taught me the truth and even still no one will ever tell me it." I stare Dexter down, he wants to call me out fine, I'll be honest.

Dexter lets out an audible gulp, "Isabelle I di-."

"Dexter?" Dexter and I both jump as a new voice enters the conversation, "Isabelle what are you doing here?" I turn my head to see Xavier staring right at us, his eyes trailing down to the pile of snacks.

"I couldn't sleep." I say keeping my eyes glued to the wall behind Xavier, I'm a terribly liar, one look in my eyes and I'm finished.

"Why are you here Dexter?" I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, he bought it.

"Oh you know just doing my job." I raise my eyebrows, doing his job? Is Dexter's job to follow me around and confront me at random times?

"This isn't your job." There goes that word again, job. Neither men seem at all effected by this choice of vernacular, as if they know something I don't; which is probably the case.

"Someone has to do it and you're asleep at the wheel." Dexter replies lowering his voice for the last part as if we aren't all standing in an echoe-y kitchen one metre apart from each other.