Novel Squares
67
Morgan pov.
The sun has gone down and set for the past three days, and I am no closer to getting out of here than I was on day one. On my first day here, I pulled out every book in the library, hoping it would be a secret passage out of here but to no avail. Then I started looking for clues only to come up empty and I still can't get through to Rain or Casey, so the silence has been driving me insane. If I had some idea of where the fuck, I was things would be much easier, but I only have four rooms I can enter, and this place is starting to feel like a prison.
"If I was a psychopath like Magnus, what would be my point in this?" Torture is the obvious answer because there is no way he's just intending to send me on a lovely little vacation where I don't have my sentinel to rely on. I peek into the dining room, finding the table set with all kinds of snacks that I can eat but I refrain from doing so, going to the window and looking out at the never-ending blue sky outside, no cloud in sight as per the last three days.
Food is something that's always here. Breakfast, lunch and dinner and everything in between. There is always something to be found. The only upside about this whole place. I leave the room and enter the library again, picking up the book I've been reading since this morning. None of the books have titles on them, just colorful covers and they're not familiar stories either. Looking around the place again I notice none of the books are sorted by color either and cock my head to the side as I stare at the shelves.
"No, way." I mutter but start taking books off the shelves and sorting them by color. Once that is done, I realize I have the seven colors of the rainbow for the seven shelves running across the room, so I start packing them in their respective cases but once I'm done with red, I notice they're not all the same red. "Fucking psycho." I hiss as I start arranging them from darkest to lightest until it looks like a gradient and as I slide the last book in place the shelf becomes a solid wall. I start on orange that makes me struggle a little more, but I eventually get the gradient right, and it too turns into a solid wall.
"Two down, five to go." I mutter, leaving the room to go get something to eat. I stuff my face with a steak that I drown in a cheese sauce, eat six bacon stuffed mushrooms and a vanilla cupcake before making my way back to the library. By the time night hits I haven't finished yellow, the gradient so tricky that I give up and have dinner before I finally figure it out and the solid wall appears. “What's the fucken point?" I ask myself as I start on green, knowing I'm not going to get any sleep until I complete this task.
Rain pov.
They don't notice me when I step into the living room, their attention focused on River who's eating up all the attention. I lean against the wall next to the door, staring at the people who I once believed hung the moon and the stars just so I wouldn't be afraid of the dark as a kid. My father's grey hair is styled in a neat, tapered fade, the curls on top of his head neatly defined. My mother's chocolate hair is in a single braid down her back and much longer than the last time I saw it. Their hair is the only thing that's changed about them though. They look like they haven't aged a day since I saw them last, and I hate them all the more for it.
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"Rain, why don't you come in?" Benjamin asks, causing the three members of my family to all look at me. It astounds me how much River look like a perfect mix of the both of them but when I look into my father's face I see a reflection of me in a few years. From the grey curls, the light grey orbs and the tan of his skin, even the way his nose and jawline are shaped. I've inherited it all from him so hating him would be hating myself and that's not a road I want to go down. "Rain," My mother sobs my name, and it makes me uncomfortable in the worst way possible. "Pup, you've grown so much." She steps closer to me but the frown that settles on my face stops her in pursuit. My father clears his throat, and we make eye contact for the first time since I stepped into the room.
"I know we have a lot to talk about." Hearing his voice is painful in a way it shouldn't be, and I don't know how much more of this I can take, and I've only seen them, heard them say a few words. "Why don't we all take a seat?" I watch them settle in before going to sit by Isa who's hovering above a single couch. She gives me a soft smile and I return it, accepting this weird bond we've formed over her taking care of me these past few days, even if she's going to deny it if asked. "You must have so many questions." My mom starts, rubbing her palms on her knees, a nervous smile on her face.
"Not really, you abandoned your children because your lives were in danger. I think the matter of your selfishness have been sufficiently covered." My mother look like my words have slapped me in the face and River frowns at me. "Pup, please under..." I can't stop the glare that forms on my face.
"I'm not a pup. I'm over a hundred years old." My father gulps and nods, looking uncomfortable for the first time since I entered this room. Silence stretches over us, and I eventually sigh and get up from my seat. "I can't do this." I mutter and start walking out when a hand on my shoulder stops me.
"Please, just listen." My father begs and I shrug his hand off, the place where he touched burning even through the fabric of my shirt.
"I don't have to listen to anything you have to say. You don't get to walk back in here and pretend everything is fine. Thirty-three years! That's how long I've been grieving you. Going through the worst things imaginable because you left us behind. Having to take care of my sister like she was my pup and enduring questions of when you were going to come back, insults that I'm not her parents when all this time you've been fine. You've been heavens knows where and you left me to..." I shake my head, on the verge of shifting with Remi so close to the surface.
I leave the room before anyone can say anything or think of stopping me again and as I make my way back to our room, I pray with everything inside of me that Morgan will come back soon. I'm not strong enough to handle this without her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.