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her."
"You did," Marissa cried lashing out and pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back. "You did this to her!"
"I swear, I didn't mean to."
"What were you thinking?! I told you what could happen!"
"What else do you want me to say," he suddenly screamed, and at Era's small whimper he retreated, gathering himself.
"Will you come with us now?"
"Will you leave now?"
"Please….”
"You know why."
Terra stuck a foot between them. "Tell us?"
Bryne pursed his lips together, debating. "You all have a good life. Enjoy it." He glimpsed to Era curled in the backseat. "Take care of her. I am sorry. Tell her I said that." He turned and left back to the house, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched to his ears, and his head down. He really was sorry.
Sighing, Terra shook off the concern she felt towards him and looked up to a bare tree. Its spidery branches reached out, crisscrossing each other to create a lovely web against the black night sky. If she didn't know any better she would think of it as a sign. Like them, a web was interconnected, you touched one strand, and the whole thing was affected, for better or for worse.
Behind her the horizon was painted a light blue. It was already near morning, and in response, she yawned. "You have school. I'll drop you off."
Marissa groaned. "What about Era?"
"I'll take care of her."
"And Bryne? I have to tell you what he said."
"You'll tell us after school."
"I'm tired."
Terra shrugged. "You should have stayed home like we told you. No more excuses, get in the car, Issa. It's been a long night."
She looked like she wanted to argue, but she did as Terra told, and scooted alongside Era, propping her head in her lap, smoothing her silvery hair back. She cooed promises of home and quiet, as soft as a feathers flight.
Terra took one glance to fire's house. She saw his shadowy figure in the window, watching them as they drove off.
Chapter Seven
Scars for Remembrance
She wouldn't let him do it. They were in it together, if one of them failed, they all did. They would endure. She would make sure of it, because no leader was going to abandon their troops in the battle field. It was bad enough that the war had begun without their knowledge...
The bed was the best invention of man. Better than the wheel.
After dropping an averse and bitter Marissa off at the loading dock of her school, Terra went home. Aunt Gwen stood in the kitchen area, a mug bought from a park in Orlando steaming from Irish coffee in her hand.
"What happened," she whispered frantically, her eyes wide at the sight.
"Long story," Terra whispered in return. "I can take care of her. Go on to work, she'll be okay."
Aunt Gwen was discerning, but nodded. "Call if you need anything."
"Thanks.”
While she gave a wave and left, stifling the jangle of the keys in her hand, Terra climbed the staircase to Era's bedroom. She laid her on the comforter, bringing up the other half and wrapping it around her.
“I'm going to give you some piece and quiet. I'm going to leave for a while, okay?”
Era flinched to show that she heard. Terra didn't want her disturbed by the sound of her heart beat, her breathing, her footsteps and the rustle of clothing and bed-sheets. It would serve no good and hinder her wellness.
As quietly as
"You did," Marissa cried lashing out and pushed his chest, causing him to stumble back. "You did this to her!"
"I swear, I didn't mean to."
"What were you thinking?! I told you what could happen!"
"What else do you want me to say," he suddenly screamed, and at Era's small whimper he retreated, gathering himself.
"Will you come with us now?"
"Will you leave now?"
"Please….”
"You know why."
Terra stuck a foot between them. "Tell us?"
Bryne pursed his lips together, debating. "You all have a good life. Enjoy it." He glimpsed to Era curled in the backseat. "Take care of her. I am sorry. Tell her I said that." He turned and left back to the house, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched to his ears, and his head down. He really was sorry.
Sighing, Terra shook off the concern she felt towards him and looked up to a bare tree. Its spidery branches reached out, crisscrossing each other to create a lovely web against the black night sky. If she didn't know any better she would think of it as a sign. Like them, a web was interconnected, you touched one strand, and the whole thing was affected, for better or for worse.
Behind her the horizon was painted a light blue. It was already near morning, and in response, she yawned. "You have school. I'll drop you off."
Marissa groaned. "What about Era?"
"I'll take care of her."
"And Bryne? I have to tell you what he said."
"You'll tell us after school."
"I'm tired."
Terra shrugged. "You should have stayed home like we told you. No more excuses, get in the car, Issa. It's been a long night."
She looked like she wanted to argue, but she did as Terra told, and scooted alongside Era, propping her head in her lap, smoothing her silvery hair back. She cooed promises of home and quiet, as soft as a feathers flight.
Terra took one glance to fire's house. She saw his shadowy figure in the window, watching them as they drove off.
Chapter Seven
Scars for Remembrance
She wouldn't let him do it. They were in it together, if one of them failed, they all did. They would endure. She would make sure of it, because no leader was going to abandon their troops in the battle field. It was bad enough that the war had begun without their knowledge...
The bed was the best invention of man. Better than the wheel.
After dropping an averse and bitter Marissa off at the loading dock of her school, Terra went home. Aunt Gwen stood in the kitchen area, a mug bought from a park in Orlando steaming from Irish coffee in her hand.
"What happened," she whispered frantically, her eyes wide at the sight.
"Long story," Terra whispered in return. "I can take care of her. Go on to work, she'll be okay."
Aunt Gwen was discerning, but nodded. "Call if you need anything."
"Thanks.”
While she gave a wave and left, stifling the jangle of the keys in her hand, Terra climbed the staircase to Era's bedroom. She laid her on the comforter, bringing up the other half and wrapping it around her.
“I'm going to give you some piece and quiet. I'm going to leave for a while, okay?”
Era flinched to show that she heard. Terra didn't want her disturbed by the sound of her heart beat, her breathing, her footsteps and the rustle of clothing and bed-sheets. It would serve no good and hinder her wellness.
As quietly as
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