I bolted through the front door and I was greeted by blank faces. I looked to my uncle whom was in one of the lazy chairs that was in the middle of the room.
“Where have you been Azyla?” He hissed and I was not ready for an interrogation with what I had come across for right now.
“The library.” I sighed as I quickly got passed them.
“And what happened Azyla?” uncle Arcum grabbed my arm tightly. I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he just griped me tighter to where it was starting to shoot pain within my vains.
“I found someone ok?” I yelled and uncle Arcum looked annoyed at me and I was insure what to say next other than to give him a vague version of the truth.
“Oh was it that friend of what’s her name?” Arcum chimed and tightened his grip to where I could feel his nails dig into my skin.
“Gamra, Uncle and she don’t have the marking, I should know since we had done sleepovers together. I locked eyes with him and I can hear my Aunt come up from the steps taking them two at a time to reach us.
“Arcum there is no need for this. All you are going to do is push her to what we all want not to happen so if you want her to find out the… Them you might want to let her go.” Aunt Greave yelped and I was unsure why she paused when she did it drawn suspicion.
Arcum looked at me slowly as I tried to show that I was scared since I truly was. He looked like he was about to say something to me that was going to be hurtful but he just griped my arm the titest that I ever felt him do to me in a long while but it was short before he practicly pushed me to the railing.
“Don’t ever meet anlother person unless we introduce them TO YOU.” Arcum scorned and went down the steps. I felt the tear welt up in my eyes as I watched him go into the kitchen. “Oh, and Azyla, you are PERMENETELY GROUNDED till you learn that the only group of family that you need is right in front of you. You cannot see Garmen or whatever her name is and that man that you met, never make eye contact with him again.”
“Are you saying that I should be isolated?” I asked thinking that I had done the worst and he is punishing me for possibly nothing. I waited for his answer with the tears streaming down my face now. I knew that this was going to be the end of my existence since the next thing that he could do was take me away from school forever.
“Yes.” I see him mouth and I raced up the steps into my room and slammed the door behind me. I slid slowly down the door and I couldn’t believe that this was my new world. Only my house and nothing else because of what I had said about meeting someone of possibly of our kind although, Uncle Arcum hates everyone that is not in this household in this moment.
I banned my hand against the door in anger but I didn’t feel the pain this time. “Why does he want me alone for the rest of my life?” I wondered until I looked at my windows and they looked to be changed as well as the hooks on my dresser that used to be where my mirror is. I quickly ran over to the window and taped on the edges of my window to see that they had been sealed! Every inch of the opened edges of my window is now gone to where it will take me at least a month before I can get out of this now house of hell.
In all of my confusion I heard a knock at the door but I wasn’t to open to anything. “GO AWAY.” I called as I was hoping to let anyone that was on the other side of that door. But as soon as the knocks kept coming as if it was signaling a bomb going off at any moment that was going to become either me dead or just becoming chained like a dog.
“It’s me Azyla!” Greave yelled and I knew that I can trust her since I always had since Arcum never could and my mother had been a sometimes from the get go. I get up slowly from where I started to think that someone would understand me and possibly help to meet the mysterious Shank again. I breathed before I opened the door thinking that this could be the worst decision that I could do to what I need.
“What?” I huffed thinking that I might be able to get her away and abandon this way of reaching out. I hear the banging knocks on my door once more and I figured she was being her usual persistent self.
“I want to talk; I think it is time that you know the truth.” Greave shouted though the door and I wasn’t sure what to do so I let my instincts take over and figured though all this commotion that I might be able to talk her into some info.
“You will not tell anything that is outside of this room.” I said while I opened the door and I can see my mom with Uncle behind her and I slammed the door in her face. Knew it, she was in it with them all I say mist be childish and darkened words to them.
“Azyla, Azyla!” I hear her pound on the door and I wanted her to go away she had torched my trust to where she has none with me anymore. The part of my soul that said to trust her is crying though the glass to where it was unthinkable of me talking to her again or even getting me out of my own room.
“Did you hear me? I said go away Aunt Greave!” I cried though my tears that were running like a water fall that was part of my face. The dark section of my mind was starting to say that nobody trusts me to where I cannot even trust myself.