A few weeks passed and it was officially the day before we left for our grad trip to Mexico. I stared out my window, watching the sun cast shadows over the yard. "I turn eighteen tomorrow." I thought to myself with a sigh. The shadows grew deeper as the sun set further and further. I turned away from the window towards my packed bags. Tomorrow everything was set into motion, and next week Tessa, Pan and I would be in Moscow, our first destination in our master plan.
We figured if we stay in one place until Damaged is spotted we can make our money last longer, and go further. Whenever he's spotted the one who spotted him will inform the other two, and then one of them will pack everything and the other one will book a flight, or train, to get away before Damaged has a chance to breathe. Our plan was fool proof, and it was ready to go.
I sighed again turning back to the window, looking across the darkening yard.
"Life moves on..." I said to myself, letting my true boredom sink in. I had been stunt-less, and dare-less for weeks now, and I was going insane.
There was a flash of movement at the end of the yard and then suddenly a rock bounced off my window. I flinched, quickly looking out to see if I could see anyone, but it was too dark. I carefully opened the window and leaned out looking down.
“Hey there.” Damaged said waving a human hand at me. I looked down into his dark face with shock.
“You’re not here too…” I paused. “Are you?” I asked, ready to launch backwards if necessary.
“Do I look like I’m going to attack you?” He asked, creating a small ball of light, revealing his completely human features to me.
“I guess not…” I said. “Then what are you doing here?”
“I may be trying to take your soul, but I can also see the sheer boredom, and forfeit in your eyes.” He said smiling at me. “I’m mean, not heartless. You want some adventure, right?” He asked.
“LYNOIA?!” My father called, stomping up the stairs. The light Damaged created went out, and I pulled myself back into my room, just as my father slammed open the door.
“What’s this I hear about you not eating dinner?” My dad asked. I rolled my eyes, and looked at the ground.
“I wasn’t hungry!” I replied.
“Well you have to eat! You have a big journey tomorrow!” My father exclaimed.
“I’ll eat in the morning! Leave me alone!” I exclaimed.
“Just eat something!” My father yelled.
“NO! Get the fuck out of my room!” I yelled back, giving up on being composed. “You’ve left me locked up for weeks! I’m fucking stir crazy in here! Now get out of my room!” My father looked shocked.
“We will talk about your insolence when you come back from your trip.” He said leaving my room. I felt full of frustration. I let out a growl pulling on my boots, grabbing my keys, my sweater and my luggage and I went down stairs.
“Sweet heart?” My mother asked as she watched my drag my luggage to the door. “What are you doing.”
“I’m leaving.” I replied.
“No you are not. You have your trip tomorrow, and you’re still grounded.” My mother said.
“Oh so even in my last while before I leave, you want to keep me caged?” I asked harshly.
“It’s for your own safety.” She replied.
“No, it’s for your peace of mind.” I said. “I’m so sick and tired of being the privileged brat. Sick of listening to you tell me what to do, day in day out. I wish I was born poor, or adopted, because you did a shitty ass job raising me.” I finished. She looked heartbroken and didn’t say a word as I walked out the door and started walking down the street. A white truck pulled up beside me, and rolled down the window. I looked in to see Damaged smiling at me.
