The Matrons have decided to give us a break from the kitchen, these last few days we have improved our culinary skills by a lot and we deserve a change of scene. We are practically ready for Bearer's Day, we don’t need to practice baking pastries anymore. Since we have been eating a lot of sugary treats lately, the Matrons decided that we should do some type of physical activity. They take us jogging and after that we do pilates. Everyone feels way better once we are done, even the Matrons look happier. Instead of taking us to the cafeteria for lunch, they decide to have a picnic at the central garden, everyone is delighted with the idea except for Eliza who walks slouching and has a swollen lip. It is obvious that her outburst from the other day got her in trouble, I don’t know who hit her if it was her partner or Mother Addison but someone did. The rest of the class pretends not to notice her wound, but I can’t look the other way, my blood boils just l
“Eels! Eels! Traitors!” Wendy yells.I jump out of my skin. Eliza and I get up immediately to try to contain her, but it’s too late, the rest of the class is already looking at us. The Matrons walk toward us to find out what’s going on.“Shut up, Wendy!” Eliza mutters angrily.“Eels! Eels!” Wendy keeps on shouting.“What is going on in here?” Matron Mary Ann asks upset.I’m about to reply nothing but I am so nervous the words just don’t come out of my mouth. I think Eliza is going through the same thing because she just watches the Matrons frozen in her place, pale and with a frightened expression on her face.
(Leopold’s P.O.V.)I take a deep breath and I aim at the target through the rear sight. This is easy, I’m a professional and I can hit a target under any circumstance. I hold my breath and shoot. I missed… yet again. I lean my head back and groan, frustrated.“That was… unexpected,” mutters Jareth standing next to me. “You are not yourself today, Commander. Didn’t you sleep well last night?”“Why don’t you mind your own business, boy?” I reply annoyed.I put the gun down. It’s been enough for today, clearly, I’m unable to focus. I gesture to Jareth so he takes over and keeps an eye on the rest of the Unit at the shooting range. I head to my office
(Aubrey’s P.O.V.) Fear is eating me up. My anguish grows as we approach Leopold’s house. I am sure that Mother Addison has already called him by now to tell him about the incident. I dread Leopold’s reaction, this past few days he has shown me how sweet and caring he can be but I am totally aware that there is another side to him, a ruthless and ill-tempered man that has zero patience for mishaps. I don’t know who I’m going to be dealing with once I get home. I can’t believe that after all this time everything is at risk over an insignificant conversation. I am so mad right now that if I had Wendy in front of me I would slap her. I was so foolish, I should have walked away the second Eliza started to complain about the Righteous Regime, it is better to be considered rude than a traitor. But it is useless to regret it now, what’s done is done and all I can do now is to face what is coming. I have to think very
(Jareth P.O.V.)I walk to the bar and gesture the bartender to ask him for another beer. I want to go talk to that cute blonde by the entrance door, I just need to summon up some courage. She is really good looking, so I have to ace my game.“Look who is here!” Anthony exclaims.My eyes leave the blonde girl for a moment, behind her I see Commander Mortensen walking towards a table and taking a seat. He looks upset, maybe something bad happened to him, although he is usually an ill-tempered man, so this is probably just a regular Wednesday for him.“I’m going to keep my dear Leopold company,” Sabrina says as she gets up with a sensual move.&n
(Aubrey’s P.O.V.)Hours go by as I refuse to go to sleep. I don’t know when the Keepers will come but I want to be ready for them, which is why I don’t let sleep defeat me. I want to listen to them approaching. I’m sure that is the reason Leopold left, so the Keepers could come for me in his absence, he probably doesn’t want to witness my detention, he hates drama. The morning comes and neither the Keepers, nor Leopold arrive. The sun comes out like any other day, Baxter stretches his front legs as he yawns, everything is normal except for the fact that this might be my last day on earth… if I’m lucky; if not, I’ll spend weeks at the Detention Facility just like I did last time.I get up from the bed and get into the shower. I let the hot water run down my body as if my fear and uncertainty could be washed away. The last time I was imprisoned I spent weeks withou
I feel a pang of anguish the moment I spot Leopold’s car parked in front of the house. I am not sure what to expect from him, yesterday he has infuriated but then he convinced Mother Addison to take me back, I don’t know if this means he is not mad anymore, I have no idea what is going on in his head. I go in the house uncertain about how to act in front of him.The house is silent, the light in the dining room is on but there is no one there. I notice the back door is open and I hear Baxter barking in the garden. I walk there and I stand under the doorframe, Leopold is playing with his dog outside. I watch them in silence, it takes Baxter a few seconds to realize I’m here. The moment his round eyes notice me he runs towards me enthusiastically carrying his ball in his snout, he is inviting me to join the game. I pat him on the head.
Leopold comes in the bedroom, his cold presence weights on my heart and body, I can’t stand this situation.“There is someone here to see you,” he says stiffly.I sit up in bed and look at him with narrowed eyes. Someone here to see me? An unsettling thought makes my blood run cold. Did Zack followed us from the park? Leopold studies me with his blue eyes, he is surely noticing my strong reaction, I must be pale as a ghost.“It’s your grandmother, but if you are feeling indispose I can ask her to come some other time,” he says.It takes me a second to get up the bed. Grandma is here.“No, I’m feeling just fine,” I say as I run down the st
I drag my tired feet to the front door. Just thinking about getting up so early tomorrow for Bearer’s Day is exhausting. I feel zero enthusiasm about the event, I wish I could opt out but of course, that is not an option.“Don’t drag your feet, Aubrey! It is inappropriate and it makes you look scruffy,” Matron Mary Ann exclaims behind me.“Sorry, Matron,” I mutter as I straighten my back.I’m already home, who cares how I walk? I do my best not to roll my eyes, I don’t want her to get mad at me.“You better improve your attitude for tomorrow, it’s a big day for all of the Bearers, you need to smile and look your best,” Matron Mary Ann comments.