70. The seed

“You know what -“ I hiss out as I pull away from the man that holds me against him and walk past the blonde woman who seems ready to pluck out his eyes. “I am not having any of this!” My arms go up in frustration. “Neither of you makes any sense and I have other things to figure out than what the hell is going on!” I stomp my foot on the floor and turn around and make my way downstairs.

There was a strange tension Knox’s words brought me earlier. I wrap my arms around myself, gripping my arms as if this would give me more control over myself as I walk to the kitchen.

/Hide their real self./ what was that about? What did he mean by that? He could not be serious, could he? What dirty secrets were hiding underneath this all? Was my mother, and her mother before her, just actors in a staged play?

If so, what was I?

Who was I?

I swallow harshly and look up the window of the kitchen, to the unending forests of the island. There was still a call for freedom, a yearning for being free, comin