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Chapter Five

Morgan woke up with his stomach rumbling. He never felt so hungry in his life. He hoped that he was allowed to eat some breakfast this morning and also hoped that his door was unlocked so he could get out. It wasn't very fun being locked up in his room for a night.

Morgan got up out of bed and walked over to his bedroom door, trying the doorknob. When he turned the doorknob, the door opened. Morgan grinned and walked through the door and headed downstairs. So his dad actually opened the door before he went to bed last night. That was a good thing.

When he got downstairs, Morgan saw Merrill sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Wheaties. Merrill was still in his boxers and undershirt with his moppy hair sticking up in every direction and sleep still in the man's eyes. Merrill looked up as Morgan came into the room and crossed the room to get a bowl of cereal.

"How're you doing, kid?" Merrill asked.

"Starving, that's what," Morgan said.

"I would bet, considering that old witch locked you up and didn't let you have anything to eat. I would've done something, but you know, she has that overwhelming power, you know?" Merrill stated.

"Hey, don't worry about it, uncle Merrill," Morgan said. "Being hungry locked up in my room is way better than being in company with that old witch that dad's in love with."

"Better not say that too loud," Merrill said, "Graham might overhear you and punish you."

"He could, but I don't think he should, since I'm over eighteen now and I can take care of myself now." Morgan walked to the table and sat down next to his uncle. He was glad that Merrill was here, because Morgan didn't know how he would survive with everybody acting strange. Well, Bo didn't act too strange since the alien invasion, so Morgan couldn't say that about her sister.

Just then, Bo came into the kitchen, also in her nightgown and looking like she hardly got enough sleep. Didn't everybody get a good night's sleep last night? Morgan could hardly think so.

"Is dad up yet?" Bo asked as she helped herself to some cereal and putting some bread into the toaster.

"No, not yet," Merrill said.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" Morgan asked.

"Come on, Morgan, you should know that answer," Merrill stated.

"I'll take that as a bad thing," Morgan said.

"Yeah, he was staring daggers at everybody last night as if to say if anybody does anything after Morgan, then they'd get punished," Bo commented.

"That's horrible. I wouldn't understand why he'd be this way," Morgan said.

"It's because of that woman. If she weren't in his life, then he wouldn't be that way. And maybe that's another reason why we hardly kept in contact with you while you were away in college," Merrill said.

"I was wondering why you guys didn't answer my letters often enough over the year," Morgan said.

Bo nodded in agreement. "Ayanna said that if anybody answered my letters too often, there'd be punishment because she thought that if you were written too that it'd do something to you as a person."

Morgan shook his head. He didn't understand this. How did Graham get into this relationship? He knew that his father would never have gotten into this kind of relationship. Graham just didn't believe in that kind of stuff. It wasn't God's will to be mean or anything of that sort.

Graham entered the kitchen and everybody fell silent, looking at the man. Graham smiled at everybody and headed over to the counter.

"Good morning everybody. How are you all this morning?" Graham asked as he helped himself to some cereal.

"We're doing the best we can be," Morgan said.

Graham whirled around to face Morgan. "Son, I wanted to say that I'm extremely disappointed in you. I thought you'd be a better person last night. Ayanna was just trying to help. She's the best thing that could've happened to this family."

"She's not, either. She makes us all miserable, dad. She acts like she's in control of everybody and if she can't have her way--she makes you punish us. How did you two meet, dad?" Morgan asked.

"I met her at church. She said she was new around these parts and that she was trying to find a church and was recommended our church, so she came to ours, and liked what she saw and now she's in our life," Graham said.

"Personally, I think she's a prat that needs to get out of this town because she's tearing our family apart," Morgan said.

"Morgan, I think you're getting a bit too far," Graham stated.

Morgan stood up in anger. "No, you're getting a bit too far. We had a wonderful life until that lady came here. We were actually a family then and now we're falling apart. Sometimes I wish I stayed at the college for the summer. I'm going outside now; I can't take any of this anymore. See you later."

Morgan stormed out the front door and slammed the door behind him. He had to figure out who this Ayanna is, why she came here and what her purpose was. As soon as he met this Ayanna he had a bad feeling about the woman, as if she was just using them all. And Morgan didn't know for sure, but when he looked into her eyes, there was an evil glint that reminded Morgan of the alien that had come into their house the night of the alien invasion.

Morgan shook his head. He was just imagining things just because he didn't like the woman. After all, he still hadn't gotten over the alien invasion and still had nightmares about it sometime and things like the glint of Ayanna's eyes reminded him of the event.

Morgan started walking towards the library. He had to do some research and see what more stuff he could find about aliens and evil people. There had to be a stop to this madness now.