keep them safe.”
“ Is that who the prophecy says we’ll defeat?” If I’m going to buy into this I need as much information as possible.
Alo looks at me seriously, “Yes, he and his hundreds of followers.”
Chapter 19
“ Hundreds?” I say dumbfounded. Has he seen me? I would lose a fight with a ten year old and he wants me to become half of a crime fighting cryptid team? “You can’t be serious.” This guy has lost his mind. “I think I need a minute.”
I get up to leave the room and realize I have no idea where I am, or where I’m going. I turn around and look directly at Chenoa, I need a little girl help here. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“ It’s the first door on the right, hon.” She points to a hallway. I walk down and see pictures of Hugh as a child. There’s one of him holding a fish on his fishing pole. Even then he had that dazzling smile of his. There’s genetics for ya. I walk into the neutral colored bathroom and close the door. I need to think. Do I really believe all of this? Can I? I splash some cold water on my face and look into the mirror for clarity. That’s when I see them, my eyes are the same yellow-gold as Hugh’s. The same eye color of his parents, of every cryptid I’ve met thus far. And as I examine them further, it hits me, I have my father’s eyes.
The feeling of hurt comes crashing down on me in waves. I turn on the sink faucet so water as loud as possible to drown out my sobs. None of this seems fair. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of this! Suddenly I am bitter and angry at someone I never thought I would be, my dad. He got me into this mess and now I have to get myself out. I take a deep breath and wipe my face on a towel. I turn the water off and escape from the bathroom, hoping no one heard my mental breakdown.
I walk out of the bathroom deciding to stay and learn what I can when I hear Chenoa on the phone. “Meg, she’s fine, she’s with us. I know you’re worried. I wish Hugh had told you too. Trust me when I say he’s in trouble.”
She pauses, obviously listening to my mom, who is probably freaking out at this point. How could she not? Her only daughter crossed state lines with a boy she hardly knows.
“ Meg, she wants to know about James. You know how close he and Alo were. She can learn from him, from us. Please let her stay for a few days. I promise she’ll come home in one piece.” This tactic would actually work with Mom. She really believes I need closure about my dad’s disappearance. Maybe she’ll think staying here will help me. I listen as Chenoa sighs, “Thank you Meg, I promise we’ll do what we can for her.” The phone clicks as she hangs up and I breathe a sigh of relief. Let’s hope with a few days she’ll cool off and things won’t be so ugly when I get home.
I walk out of the hallway to see the entire family sitting at the kitchen table. They all stare at me as I enter.
Chenoa smiles, “You’ll be staying with us for a few days. Hopefully we can teach you more about yourself. About who you really are.”
I say with a strong confidence, “I hope you can because right now I have no idea who I really am.”
It’s late and Chenoa shows me to my room when I realize I have no pajamas to wear. “Chenoa?” I say poking my head out of their guest room. She comes around the corner; their house being one story is coming in handy. You can hear everything everyone else is doing in their respective spaces.
“ What can I do for ya?” She’s so earnest, so sweet, she really does mean well. I feel kinda bad about how rude I was earlier, not to mention passing out on her porch.
“ Umm, this is kind of embarrassing but I need something to sleep in.” I gesture to my outfit, as if to further prove why it’s not sleepwear, not to mention that I wore it to bed last night and it’s starting to smell.
She looks almost startled. “Did my son tell you
“ Is that who the prophecy says we’ll defeat?” If I’m going to buy into this I need as much information as possible.
Alo looks at me seriously, “Yes, he and his hundreds of followers.”
Chapter 19
“ Hundreds?” I say dumbfounded. Has he seen me? I would lose a fight with a ten year old and he wants me to become half of a crime fighting cryptid team? “You can’t be serious.” This guy has lost his mind. “I think I need a minute.”
I get up to leave the room and realize I have no idea where I am, or where I’m going. I turn around and look directly at Chenoa, I need a little girl help here. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“ It’s the first door on the right, hon.” She points to a hallway. I walk down and see pictures of Hugh as a child. There’s one of him holding a fish on his fishing pole. Even then he had that dazzling smile of his. There’s genetics for ya. I walk into the neutral colored bathroom and close the door. I need to think. Do I really believe all of this? Can I? I splash some cold water on my face and look into the mirror for clarity. That’s when I see them, my eyes are the same yellow-gold as Hugh’s. The same eye color of his parents, of every cryptid I’ve met thus far. And as I examine them further, it hits me, I have my father’s eyes.
The feeling of hurt comes crashing down on me in waves. I turn on the sink faucet so water as loud as possible to drown out my sobs. None of this seems fair. I didn’t do anything to deserve any of this! Suddenly I am bitter and angry at someone I never thought I would be, my dad. He got me into this mess and now I have to get myself out. I take a deep breath and wipe my face on a towel. I turn the water off and escape from the bathroom, hoping no one heard my mental breakdown.
I walk out of the bathroom deciding to stay and learn what I can when I hear Chenoa on the phone. “Meg, she’s fine, she’s with us. I know you’re worried. I wish Hugh had told you too. Trust me when I say he’s in trouble.”
She pauses, obviously listening to my mom, who is probably freaking out at this point. How could she not? Her only daughter crossed state lines with a boy she hardly knows.
“ Meg, she wants to know about James. You know how close he and Alo were. She can learn from him, from us. Please let her stay for a few days. I promise she’ll come home in one piece.” This tactic would actually work with Mom. She really believes I need closure about my dad’s disappearance. Maybe she’ll think staying here will help me. I listen as Chenoa sighs, “Thank you Meg, I promise we’ll do what we can for her.” The phone clicks as she hangs up and I breathe a sigh of relief. Let’s hope with a few days she’ll cool off and things won’t be so ugly when I get home.
I walk out of the hallway to see the entire family sitting at the kitchen table. They all stare at me as I enter.
Chenoa smiles, “You’ll be staying with us for a few days. Hopefully we can teach you more about yourself. About who you really are.”
I say with a strong confidence, “I hope you can because right now I have no idea who I really am.”
It’s late and Chenoa shows me to my room when I realize I have no pajamas to wear. “Chenoa?” I say poking my head out of their guest room. She comes around the corner; their house being one story is coming in handy. You can hear everything everyone else is doing in their respective spaces.
“ What can I do for ya?” She’s so earnest, so sweet, she really does mean well. I feel kinda bad about how rude I was earlier, not to mention passing out on her porch.
“ Umm, this is kind of embarrassing but I need something to sleep in.” I gesture to my outfit, as if to further prove why it’s not sleepwear, not to mention that I wore it to bed last night and it’s starting to smell.
She looks almost startled. “Did my son tell you
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