The Seeking (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 4

I heaved in a heavy sigh as i walked down the driveway to my front door. I have no idea why I left school early, and I know I probably should have just not came home but lets be honest, where else am I going to go. I unlocked and open the door to find my house filled with huge men in black suits and shades, which is completly unneccary if you ask me because it's dark as hell in this house right now. I slide my shades into their proper place on my nose and stare up at the men challenging them, and wondering if they'll ever get the message that I just want them to get out of my way so I can go to my room.
"uhhg, can you just move!" I finally say losing my patience.
"Calla is that you sweetheart?" my mom's voice calls out sweetly, a little to sweetly might I add, from the kitchen. This is when i know it's get to my room now or be stuck here for all of eternity. "Call?" my mom calls again. Getting desperate and more fustrated by the second I turn my back to the kitchen, and glare at the men. Standing up straight , and allowing myself to pull all of the confidence from my being I spoke.
"I. Said. Move." I order never letting my eyes wonder from theirs. They quickly move out of the way, I swear I saw one guy quiver. Some guards I think to myself , making sure my backpack is secure on my shoulder i bolt for the top of the stairs only to ram head first into my father. Oh crap.
"I do believe that was your mother calling you" he says looking completely unamused. I desperately try to think of a valid excuse for ignoring my mom.
"I didn't hear her, guess I must of been in my own world" I say looking him straight in the eyes.
"The fact that you can still look me straight in the eyes and lie is disturbing. Now go to your mother." He growls out growing extremely impatient with my stalling. I send him one last glare before stomping downstairs. I can feel the guards eyes glued to me watching my every move. When I finally make my way to the kitchen, I'm greeted with the sight of my mother sitting at the table across from three official looking people. I silently size them up, thinking about different senerios just in case I need to make a quick get away.
"Why don't you sit?" My mother asking her eyes pleading with me to do as she ask. I slowly take my place at the right hand seat of the head of the table. The fair blonde of the three officials raises an eyebrow as if to say why does she have so much power in this family. Losing patience I finally speak up.
"I trust that this is not an empty trip." I simply state, face devoid of any emotions or feelings. My father taught me how to be a strong leader and that's what I'll live up to.
"No as a matter of fact, it isn't." The blonde speaks up.
"Then what is it in particular that brings about this visit?"
"You seem to have aquired an interesting article of body art." The blonde says her eyes glittering with greed and excitement. It was only there for a second but that was long enough for me to catch it. The sight of the look in all of there faces struck a nerve in me, making me realize that this isn't a game it's serious. So I did the best thing I know how. I lied.
"What are you talking about?" I ask the lady confusion registering on my face, I look at my mom as if asking her for an explanation to all of this. Instead of speaking up, her face just flushes a bright red. I chuckle internally to myself.
"Listen we don't have time to play games" the grey haired elder spoke up.
"Who's playing games?" I ask innocently
"Just show us your arm sweetheart" the brunette said slowly and sweetly she kind of had a American Southern twang to her.
"Oh," I smile back at her "Why didn't you just say so?" I roll up the sleeve on my left arm. "Um do you see what you're looking for?" I ask keeping my voice as innocent and curious as possible.
"Not yet sweetheart how about you lift up the sleeve on your right arm and I'll let you know" the brunette says giving me a reassuring smile. I nod and quickly comply while praying to God that there's nothing there. And what do you know there is a God because next thing I hear is the blonde growl at my mother.
"This was a waste of a trip"
"I'm not the one who called you" my mom responded calmly. I watched as my dad stepped in
"she's right im the one who called, so my cincerest apologies for my mistake" he said bowing his head in respect to.the elderly trio.
"It's quite all right Jase is just a little sour because we're starting our trip to Napa Valley late for what seems to be nothing" the brunette said then tuning to me continued " Now sweetheart my name is Karen and I just want to let you know if you feel weird or notice strange things happening or you just wanna talk call me." She finished that statement by handing me a card with her number hand written on it. I simply nod and just like that they're gone.
"How'd you do it" my dad ask staring at my arm.
"I don't know I just did" I honestly answered as I felt myself relax and felt the inky like substance fall back into it's place on my arm. It was like a creature of its own. A creature that was a part of my that I controlled. Fascinated by my arm and wanting to be away from my suffocating family I stood up mumbling some type of good night before locking myself in my room. I sat there for hours until I perfected it retracting and realising the ink the tattoo whatever it was the only thing that mattered was that I could control it. Once satisfied with the new revilation I went and took a shower washing aeay the stress, sweat, and lies of today only to collect more dirt and sin tomorrow. With a sigh I plopped down on my bed staring at the ceiling trying to decide what to do for the rest of the night other than sleep, because the last thing I need right now was another nightmare.
I felt myself dozing when my phone went off, I rolled over stretching my arm out to reach for it, confused by what I was reading I sat up rereading it over and over again.
Anonymous
Be careful who you trust, if there are Angels in this world, then there are Demons and the sinners inbetween. Therefore if there is good there is evil. And where there is the truth there is a lie and that grey area inbetween