The Apollolis Furies

that it sends shivers down my back. It has been two weeks since that dreadful day that I met that guy and he

ays that right now I should adjust to my settings. This house is the only familiar place. To think I thought my rescue was all in my head or a bizarre dream. Now all I want to

as more of a mystery than a clue. Then there's the blasted news channel that wants to make me into another celeb kid gone wild. Unfortunately for them, they can't seem to throw that one catch that could m

ol to hire a tutor, I could resume school. Though convincing my parents that going to school is the best for me right now would need me to be indefatigable. They don't even allow me to go for a walk around the neighborhood without having protection. As strange

ess going. My memory is still a mystery. Pieces of a puzzle I don't understand are missing. Eventually, they will give up trying to unlock the secrets. I hope. That's all I can do for now. Just hope this nightmare ends. Swiftly. If they are any. I turn to stare at the bodyguard. What is it with bodyguards and their bulgin

the papers in his black brief

I think that's a sign we

ity for laughter, but he dries up the tickling sensation by soundless facts that will materialize nothing. It's so frustrating. Two weeks of dull offices, familiar places and strangers that k

hat your memory will come back. The doctors

etends as if he can't hear me. "I thought that I could con

rd doesn't flinch, it is hopeless even trying. My mom hums while I rant about how dad has not bothered to discuss school. What I'm I supposed to do? Does he think that I'm going to stay at home until I'm forty?

ice increase

stare at me. "Let's t

ingle time. "That's what you been saying for the past

me or the place." His brow

e? When I'm six feet into the gro

n't betray any emotions. No my father doesn't do that. It's all in his tone. When he's really angry h

he does these days is sulk and stalk to his bedroom at the end of dinner. Makes life look dull. I miss my best friend. That's why I want to go to school to see her. I haven't tried to call her house, and she hasn't bothered to call me. Still, it would bring me joy to se

tuck or fall to our doom. Not as though I have much to look forward to. My father has even refused to buy me a new phone. His theory is that I don't need something else to cause me a meltdown. My mom agrees with him like always. If I could go to school, all this craziness would cease for a few hours.

climb into the back. The door closes behind us and we trail down the road and jam right into traffic. Everything looks bleak right now. I can't help this is how my life is going to be now. My father is way too paranoid now to allow me to go to school and I am behind at my schoolwork. I'

shows rage. He cuts the call and rubs his temples. I want to ask him what is wrong, but the words don't form in my mouth. Instead, I stare at him. He leans

oh

ancing back. He stares straight at the

r before we go home. T

d, I would go to his house and play with his kids. He has three children, twin boys who are the same age as me and a daughter who is Miles age. Years after not seeing them today is the day I'm going to see them again. It is funn

gine how it used to be. The sound of children laughing and their feet touching the floorboards. It was a distinct sound. Their screeches fill up the walls and bring i

lively atmosphere that surrounds him. His sturdy body is verification of how fit he is. We walk steadily towards him, he reaches out his hand, and my father stares absently as his hand then at him. Finally he

His sons appear in the den wearing matching blue tracksuits, their ginger hair cut into a crew cut hair style. My father sits down, and I follow in suit. While the boys wait by their father's side. It isn't something you see every day, but it's a sight that I

emphasizes every word as

that, even friends." My f

ol. It would be such a shame for you to miss out on the joys of learning with others." There's a fakeness with the way he looks at me. As if he cares about my wellbei

s into a slit. Mr. Smith nods. Not once, bu

ey can help ease her burdens." He turns to say something to his boys, then turns back to my father. "I know why

mberly. "I will t

is aching. As confusion hit