3. Chapter Two

I frantically looked around and reached down to grab him. I pulled his relatively small arms above his head and dragged him inside the house. I reached around him to shut the door.

My dad still sat in the kitchen. "Who was it?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Well.." I drawled. "Come see." I said and turned around. He followed me to the hallway.

"This" I gestured to the body on the ground "showed up at the front door yelling some psycho babble about me being a book and changing my life and stuff like that." I looked at my dad. "What does that mean?"

My dad looked at the small boy on the floor. "First, let's get this boy to a bed. Then we'll talk."

"About what?" I asked, but my dad just grabbed the boys legs and looked at me expectantly.

I grabbed his arms and we lifted him and carried him to the extra bedroom. It was meant for the baby Mom and Dad were going to have. We laid him on the bed and wrapped a blanket around him. I then turned to my dad and waited. He sighed.

" He's just probably insane" my dad said, unconvincingly.

I gave him a look like he was the child in this situation. He just shrugged.

"You're not telling me something." I said upset.

"I'm telling you everything." He said with a slight tremble.

"No. You're not." I let out a frustrated sound and went to my own room. I sat on my bed and listened to music. My stress melted and I found myself drifting.

My dream was like a buffering movie. I saw all the parts in bits and pieces that were a puzzle. By the time I woke up all I could remember was soft whispers of "Adalaide, traveler, dangerous, death." It was an endless loop of those words and the face of a monster, complete with talons and spikes. I went down to the kitchen and saw it was 9:30 pm. I grabbed a cup of milk and went to sit down on the couch.

Halfway there a hand stopped me. I turned around and saw my dad. "He's awake and asking for you."

I was confused at first but then remembered yesterday's events. I quickly walked into the bedroom.

"What do you mean you want to 'change my story?'" I asked putting air quotes around the words.

He just shook his head and laughed. "I can't tell you that! What about an easier question. For example, my name. My name is Henry. I live in -never mind." He shut his eyes.

I sat on the bed and said "no sleep until I get answers. What did you mean?"

He smirks without opening his eyes. "I can't tell you."

Exasperated I replied "and why not?"

He smirked a little more (if that was even possible) and replied with one small sentence.

"Because, Addy, can I call you that?"

I hit him. "No. Why?"

His one word response chilled me to the bone. He singsonged it in a way that made me want to run and beat him.


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