A new house suddenly appears at the end of the road and Adrienne is the only one that seems to notice. She also can't remember the inhabitants, Grayson and his brother Lonzac who is too good to be true and wants Adrienne to go away with him. But where?
What follows is an adventure that is literally out of this world.


7. Chapter Seven

A heavy depression weighed me down during the days that followed. I told myself that it was because I was leaving my home and everything I had ever known behind. It was a lie. The real reason was because I would be leaving Lonzac. I didn’t understand why I felt that way, after all I barely knew him, but the thought of not being near him made me feel ill.

I spent most of my free time working on Dora, who Lonzac had promised to ship to Australia for me, to be away from the boxes that now cluttered my room and to be near Lonzac. Dionne hadn’t talked to me at school, even though it had been my last day there. Mum had said that there wasn’t much point in me going to school on the Monday.

Grayson tried to fill her absence by chatting about nothing, but that only made me miss Dionne more.

“What are you doing tonight?” asked Grayson as we walked home.

It was Friday night, only four days until I moved.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Friday evenings Dionne and I would have a film marathon.”

“We can watch some films at my house if you like?”

Grayson sounded hopeful and I realised that this would be his last Friday before he moved as well.

Smiling I replied, “Yeah, let’s do an all-nighter and watch as many movies as we can.”



When Lonzac returned home it was to find me sat on the sofa surrounded by piles of junk food. Music was booming from the TV speakers so loudly that I could feel the vibration in my chest.

“Good evening.”

“Shh!” Pushing him aside, I said, “You’re in my way.”

I tried to pretend that my heart rate hadn’t increased the moment Lonzac had walked through the door.

“It’s nice to see you too.” He laughed. “Where’s Grayson?”

“He said that he had to check on something,” I said, forcing myself to concentrate on the film.

After clearing some space, Lonzac sat down and put an arm around me. Warmth rushed through me and turning I found that he was so close that our noses brushed. My skin prickled as I gazed into Lonzac’s silver eyes and my breath caught in my throat. He stroked my cheek sending my heart into palpitations. Then Lonzac’s mouth was moving closer and my eyes drifted shut in anticipation of his lips on mine.

“Umm Lonzac . . .” Grayson’s voice was hesitant.

Opening my eyes I saw that he was hovering nearby looking anxious. Disappointment overwhelmed me.

“What is it?” Lonzac practically growled at him. 

“Sorry to bother you but . . . there’s something you need to see.”

Smiling at me Lonzac said, “I’ll be right back.”

I watched as he followed Grayson out of the room. That was the second time that we had been about to kiss but had been interrupted. I didn’t know what it was about Lonzac’s silver eyes and touch that made my body react the way it did.

Wanting to think about something else I returned my attention to the movie, pulling my legs up and resting my chin on my knees. I couldn’t concentrate though and so turned the volume of the TV down. That was when I heard the shouting. It was Lonzac and he sounded very angry. Standing up, I stepped out to the hallway. The noise sounded like it was coming from underground. Did they have a basement? Walking down the hallway I tried all the doors but none of them had any steps leading down. Confused I stopped and listened again. Lonzac’s shouting was coming from behind and below me. Spinning around I was confronted with a door. I gazed at it warily. It hadn’t been there before. Where had it suddenly appeared from? Pressing my ear against it I listened carefully.

Lonzac and Grayson were talking but I couldn’t understand a word they were saying. It was like they were speaking a foreign language, though it sounded nothing like any language I had ever heard.

Pulling my head away from the door I reached for the handle. It started turning by itself so I bolted down the hallway and back into the living room. Increasing the TV volume I tried to look as absorbed in the film as possible.

“Everything alright?” I asked when Lonzac sat back down beside me. He didn’t answer so I glanced at him to find that he was staring into the distance, tapping his fingers on his knee in an agitated manner. “Lonzac?”

“Hmm?” His eyes fell on me and a smile filled his face. “Sorry I was light-years away. What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if everything was alright. You were gone for a while,” I said speculating what his reply would be.

Resting his arm on the back of the sofa behind my head, Lonzac replied, “That brother of mine, he broke some of my gym equipment. He was worried that I would be angry.”

Pretending to go along with his lies, I asked, “Are you angry?”

Lonzac’s eyes were dancing in the light cast by the TV. “Not really. There are more important things in life, don’t you think?”

His hand brushed mine and I felt my cheeks grow red. Nodding in response to his question I kept my eyes on the TV screen, aware that Lonzac was watching me. The filled sphere that rested at the nape of my neck grew hotter.



The next morning I awoke to the sound of giggling. Still half asleep I yawned and stretched before leaving the comfort of my bed and donning my dressing gown. Padding down the stairs I paused outside the kitchen, where the giggling was coming from. It was my mum. I was shocked, though not as shocked as I would have been if it had been Shelly giggling. Mum hadn’t giggled since before Dad’s death but I didn’t think Shelley had ever giggled. Bursting into the kitchen I surprised Mum, who was sat in her own dressing gown, talking on the phone while twisting the phone cord around her finger.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll call you back later,” she said, not looking me in the eye as she hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” I asked suspiciously as I crossed my arms. 

“Just a work colleague,” Mum told me with a smile.

She was lying. I could tell by the way her right eye was twitching.

“Mum,” I said in my ‘cut the crap’ tone. “Who was it really?”  

She hesitated. The look in her eyes informed me that she wanted to tell me, but she was worried about hurting my feelings.

Pulling her dressing gown tighter, Mum said, “Ok, don’t be upset, Adrienne, but I’ve been seeing someone from work.”

The blood drained from my face. “What?”

“Not for long,” she told me in what was supposed to be a soothing voice. “Only for a month or two.”

“Two months,” I spluttered. “You’ve been seeing someone for two months and you didn’t tell me.”

Mum’s expression was a mixture of alarm and guilt. “I didn’t want to upset you. You’ve been very sensitive since your father passed away.”

Growing angry I asked, “Does Shelly know?”

She didn’t answer but I knew from the regret on her face that she had informed Shelly of this office romance and not me. Since Dad’s death we had become closer and I told her practically everything. Yet Mum had decided to tell Shelly, my dysfunctional sister, and not me about her new boyfriend. I felt like I had been slapped.

“Give Paul a chance, Adrienne. He is so kind and sweet. He really wants to meet you.”

My skin was flushed from the shock of Mum’s betrayal. “What does he think about you moving to Australia?”

All of a sudden she couldn’t meet my harsh gaze. Mum mumbled something that I didn’t catch.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.”

Staring at her hands, she repeated, “Paul is Australian. Now I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not because of him that I want to move to Australia. This will be good for us, Adrienne. We need a fresh start. We will all be so much happier there.”

“I’m happy here” I said bitterly, tears welling in my eyes. “How could you do this to me, Mum? I thought we told each other everything.”

Ashamed she reached out a hand to me. “Please, Adrienne, I didn’t want to upset you. I’m only trying to do what I think is best. Let’s just talk about it.”

“All this time,” I said quietly sniffing. “Just leave me alone.” I ran upstairs and slammed my bedroom door, locking it behind me.

Mum had followed me. “Adrienne, please,” she pleaded, knocking on my door. “Please just let me explain.”

Leaning against the wall I slid down it sobbing.

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