Chapter 3 "Sarah's Confrontation"
Three weeks passed after that day and Blake had not spoken a word to a member of his family unless it was a negative one, every dinner was silent and cold and every morning he was not there when Sarah tried staying up to see where he'd went he just waited until she couldn't stay awake.
Blake was planning something and Spike could feel the anger stirring up inside his father.
Spike thought he'd done something wrong he'd thought Blake was so cold to him for what was coming between him and Sarah.
In the middle of the night Spike came over to Sarah who was sleeping on her separate bed, she hardly smiled the past few weeks something was bothering her too.
"Mom?" Spike said crawling up on the bed. "What's going on? Is this my fault?"
"No Son it's not." Sarah said putting her arm around him motherly. "Your father just has a lot on his mind."
"Dad's trying to do something wrong isn't he?" Spike said softly.
It took Sarah a moment to reply, her eyes were sunk.
"I'm afraid so…and I'm going to have to do something about It." said Sarah.
"Mom why are you talking like that?" said Spike. "You're not thinking of getting involved?"
"I don't have much of a choice Spike, it's a risk I have to take." said Sarah hugging her son. "Spike the past few years will be hard for you; you need to be able to rely on your own strength."
"Why are you speaking to me like you're saying good bye?" Spike asked with worry in his eyes. "Mom, Dad wouldn't hurt you would he?"
Sarah got out of bed snapping the belts to her shoes on not answering Spike's question.
"Spike all you should be worrying about is yourself, remember that." said Sarah. "Whether I'm here or not remember you have a good heart."
Sarah pulled off her two silver rings. "I have built these two rings, I'm not much of an inventor but the special properties in this reflect attacks like gunshots and other such things, but I hope you never have to use them."
She gave him the two silver rings as he looked up at her.
Spike ran at her hoping to stop her from leaving but she closed the door behind her as she left.
Spike heard her speaking from the outside of the door.
"Spike I'll put the key under the door but I want you to promise me not to leave this room." said Sarah.
Spike's eyes opened in distress.
"Promise me." said Sarah with a sadness imbedded in her voice.
"…Alright Mom…I promise…" Spike said still a little afraid.
Sarah leaned down putting the key under the door looking back one time at Spike who had creaked open the door to look.
When she left Spike immediately left the room breaking his promise but he justified it with the thought he could do something to stop this.
He looked in each room and both his parents were gone.
Spike's sister was in her room asleep then waking up to the noise of Spike's running.
She was six years old, wearing a long green dress with her hair in braids; she was purple with blue streaks through her hair.
"Spike? What's going on?" she asked.
Spike looked confused and nervous as he took her hand. "I don't really know Melody."
Melody looked back up at Spike with curiosity, he seemed like Blake but different somehow even at this point in his life it seemed as if he'd been born with two personalities.
Melody'd been brought up with a lot of attention from her mother hardly any from her mother; she'd heard stories every night from Sarah, legends of the chaos emeralds and what it felt like to touch them; as if you were holding a star.
Spike never staid for those stories he hero worshiped his father but as of now he was confused on why Blake neglected him and scolded him any time he did talk to him.
"Listen Melody I'm going to go find Mom, you stay here." said Spike leaving as quickly as he could, he was huffing and puffing he figured Sarah had gone to Blake's new base of operations.
As he came closer he saw the structure in front of him, a metal building curved up like a sword in the ground pointed with a metal door.
And all of a sudden the lights came on; Spike covered his eyes from the blinding flashing lights.
As he ran closer he stopped at the door of the building and looked though the door's slit like he did whenever he overheard his parents talking.
Sarah had schismatic in a pack along with other battle materials; she was frantic trying to find everything when…Blake walked through the door from the other room.
Blake's eyes widened both looking into the other pair of eyes with confusion and surprise.
Sarah was trying to steal Blake's battle strategies.
Blake growled angrily. "I told myself what I told myself wasn't true Sarah!"
Spike shivered listening to the sound of his sharp voice.
"All this time I was right…you did turn on me." said Blake. "Sarah tell me you were not going to use my strategies, tell me you were not going to present the enemy with that information, tell me and I will believe you Sarah for the sake of how you used to treat me."
"I…I used to treat you? How about the way you used to be Blake, a strong caring soul a giving heart and a brave spirit…and now just an anger-ridden general planning on attacking the innocent." said Sarah. "No I will not give you a lie to believe while you sit back and ignore your family even more from some assumption. Not just the coldness to me but how you have treated our Son and our Daughter horribly."
"If I was right about you then I was right about him too!" said Blake. "You're right! I shouldn't have that fools hope that Spike will be anything more then what he is! Worthless!"
There was a dead silence; Spike felt his heart drop and his eyes couldn't blink without tearing up.
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