Chapter 3
A storm is coming… will they be able to get through it?
I wait for Cal, as I did everyday this past year and a half. Only this time it's different, I'm not on Lore. Instead, I'm in the land in-between… and it's not just the two of us. Mom looked around us, while we waited for them to arrive. At some point we decided to tell our parents about us, they were already getting suspicious. Cal was excited for me to meet his parents. I was the same though… I was also nervous. What if they didn't like me? I shifted around nervously at that thought, suddenly a dark portal appeared.
Cal stepped through it, followed by two people who must be his parents. He handed me a bouquet of yellow flowers. I smiled in thanks, and he returned it with a nervous smile of his own. He stood by his parents. Cal's father was tall, taller than his son. He had dark blue eyes, and a stern gaze. I wondered how a human was able to use, and pass through a portal. While his mother was an exact replica of her son. When she noticed my gaze, her face shifted to surprise then disgust. She puts a firm hand on Cal's shoulder.
"What's the meaning of this, Callum?"
"What do you mean, mother?"
"She's not one of us…"
"So? I love her and she loves me, what else matters?"
She didn't answer, I looked toward my mom. She had an unrecognizable expression on her face.
"Mom?" I asked her nervously.
"I agree with her" With those words, my world shattered.
"What? Why?" She didn't answer.
She looked at Cal's mom, and an understanding passed through them. I looked at Cal, he's face mirrored mine. Fear, sadness and desperation. We never expected this.
"I'm sorry for wasting your time and ours"
"Let's go Harold, Callum"
"Mom!" Cal pulled on her sleeve.
"Now Callum, don't be stubborn"
"But mom…"
"Don't argue with your mother" His dad said. Though his eyes were sympathetic.
"Let's go, Abigail" She took my arm and I gasped in pain.
"No!" Cal screamed. He tried to reach for me.
He glanced at me one more time, before I got pulled into a bright portal. We were back "home", she let go of my arm and I stared at her in disbelief.
"Why?" I asked, repeating my question from before.
She had a stern expression that I had never seen before, "He's not like us, Abby"
"It's just not right, and what would the others say?"
"Now stop this foolishness"
Where's my mom? The mom who would always support my decisions and let me make my own mistakes? This person was a stranger to me… what are we going to do now?
