Chapter 2 (Meggie's POV)
The door slammed with a thud, making me jump with fright. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, wiping tea off my top with a cloth. Placing my cup carefully back on the side, I smiled as I heard the twins laughing in the hallway together. They had come such a long way, both them and their mother, and I was proud to call them my family. If only Callum knew… I banished that thought as quick as it came. I hadn't seen either of my sons since the day Callum was going to be executed and I knew it was foolish to harbour such hopes as seeing them again. They were independent, just like their father, never ones to sit back and let things happen. They had to say no, make a stand… if only I were that strong.
"Callie, Ryan, your mother is working late tonight, so I'll be cooking. What would you like for dinner?" I called, knowing they would hear me. Sure enough, a moment later two teenagers entered the small kitchen. It still never ceases to amaze me how much they reminded me of their father. Callie Rose, the taller of the two, may be dark skinned like her mother and have her dark hair, but her eyes are as stormy as Callum's were, and she certainly inherited his manner. She was an insanely protective person, never allowing anyone to feel hurt or threatened in any way. She was easily provoked though, just like her uncle and godfather, and dear god, she had the McGregor temper. Ryan on the other hand, is the exact opposite. Eyes as dark as night, but with light blonde hair, the exact shade of my daughter's. He was a few inches shorter than his sister, and very quiet. They were both muscular from running and various other activities, and both very popular. Which was surprising, considering their lineage. They had many faithful friends, both nought and cross, and everyone is the neighbourhood knew if they needed help, the McGregor twins would be there.
"Why is mum going to be late?" Ryan asked, worriedly. He was very close to Sephy and had to know where she was at times.
"She's working over time so she can have the weekend off, that's all. Now, stop worrying and help me prepare dinner, will you?" I replied, opening the cupboard and pulling out all the ingredients needed for a Pasta bake. I was just setting it up when Callie spoke for the first time that afternoon.
"Nana, we wont be here for dinner. Me and the guys have some things we need to do." I put the knife down with a sigh. I knew what she meant by "things". Ever since me and Sephy sat down and explained who their father was and what really happened, both of them had wanted more information of the Liberation Militia. It started off as small questions, which I didn't mind at first. But as they got older, they started disappearing on Sunday afternoons, the same days I knew Liberation training was on. What I never expected though was last week when I found all the equipment needed to make a bomb with a switch, in Callie's room. I knew they mean well, but it's just so dangerous, too dangerous for my 14-year-old grand children.
"About that," I said, turning slowly to face the twins. Ryan looked at me in surprise as I held my hand up to signal quiet and pointed at the two chairs around the kitchen table. "We need to talk, and you will not interrupt until I'm finished, do you understand?" I didn't mean to sound so firm but this would be better done sooner, rather than later.
"I would've thought, give your father's past, that you would no better than to become involved with criminals. No Callie, don't interrupt me. They are criminals. Yes, we are treated unfairly and yes what most crosses do is unreasonable, but do we have to stoop to their level. The liberation Militia have lost me both my children, maybe not physically, but I haven't seen either of them in 14 years. My husband was killed trying to escape a prison sentence caused by the Liberation militia. This may sound selfish, but haven't I lost enough? And what about your mother? What would she say if she found explosives in your room?" Callie stood up and glared at me for the first time.
"I would hope, Nana, that she would understand, as should you. We are not the newest members of the Liberation Militia, so to speak. The liberation has become warped with hatred and wish to rid the world of all things cross. We however, have a different approach. Ghost, was founded last summer by Ryan, Lucas, Tobey, Lena, and me. It's an organisation that works alongside the liberation to bring equality between noughts and crosses. We have explosives to cause chaos and create attention, not to harm people, however we are not inept at self-defence. We wish to give back freedom throughout and bring hope back to our people. We fight in ghost in honour of the people of our family who have died for the same cause. It's time we made a difference," she said, giving m a levelheaded stare. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was quite incapable of speech for several minutes before Ryan spoke up.
"Nana, we don't wish to go behind your back or mothers. But we wont just sit back and do nothing. It's time for us to make a stand, and we shall do it with or without your help." I looked at him for a moment, thinking over what Callie and he had said. If they kept their heads down and focused on their task, rather than the Liberation Militia then maybe it wasn't such a bad idea.
"Just…be careful ok?" I muttered, and at their hopeful smiles continued hurriedly, "and keep this from Sephy, at least for now." They nodded and hugged me tightly, and for the first time in a long time, I felt a little closer to my two boys.
A/N: sorry it's short but I wanted to get the chapter out. The drama will come in the next few chapters
Hope you like it- his story is dedicated to Josie (Lynnette McGregor)