Chapter 8
Jaina danced into her room. Peyton and Gail, were still awake but busy watching a movie. Jaina lay down on her bed. She could still feels his hands, his lips. Peyton looked up.
"Ryland told me to tell you that your mother is here, in Genesis. She's staying in a hotel"
"Thanks," Jaina replied dreamily.
Cale ran into his room. Tears streaming down his face. He quickly looked around. Lucas wasn't there. He felt like a complete idiot. Crying - over a girl! He felt under a lot of pressure. He felt so much jealousy in him right now, but also the pressure put on him by his father. Why did his father hate him so much? What had he done? He had remembered everyone else's parents, hugging their children, telling them how proud they were of them, talking to them, joking, laughing. Cale got up and walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. A scab over his left eye and one near his slightly hooked nose. That's what his father gave him, and a few bruises on his back and legs. Cale took a step back. He glared at his reflection. He wasn't good looking at all. He was skinny, pale, bony. His eyes were small and sharp and thin. His hair was greasy and oily. He felt like smashing something, breaking something. He wanted to cry. He wanted to feel pain on his skin. What was wrong with him? Everything was wrong with him. He didn't want to be alive. He wanted to die.
Lucas came in very late that night, he hadn't been spending time with Brandon and Ryland. No, he had met a girl called Opal a couple of hours ago. She had been showing him around Genesis and there had been some serious flirting going on. He had liked her, a lot. She was very cute. She had beautiful, glowing dark bronze skin and silky blonde hair with natural brown highlights. He quietly closed the door behind him. Cale was actually in bed for once. He wasn't moving, but Lucas had a feeling he was awake.
Early the next morning, Cale started prowling around. Well, that was the main reason he was here. Searching, looking. He had no idea what he would do though, if he found anyone. He sat down at a cafe and ordered a drink. Two men were sitting near him. They were hooded and wearing goggles, and talking together quietly. He could see one of their wrists. There was defiantly a tattoo on it. He stood up and slowly moved closer. Now he could see it. A number stamped onto his wrist. He approached them. They looked up at him. One was in his late thirties with dark red hair. The other had white hair and was probably late fifties or early sixties. They both realised. The older one, Sonny, nodded slowly to his companion. Before Cale could say anything, the man punched him right in the face. It wasn't a hard punch, compared to the others, but it took Cale by surprise, and gave them a head start. They began running. Cale followed, recovering quickly from the blow. The two men seperated. Cale followed the younger one, wanting to get revenge.
Mei was walking around Genesis. It had been a long time since she had been there. It brought back a lot of memories. She wasn't sure right now if she felt happier or sadder. She certainly didn't look it. Her long hair was tied back carelessly, pinned to the back of her head. She wore her usual ripped jeans and a lilac sweater. She shook her head. She was happy, she was thrilled for Ryland, Jaina and Brandon. She couldn't be more proud of them. Suddenly, she turned around just as a man came running at her, he realised to late what was about to happen. He crashed right into her, sending them both sprawling across the floor in a heap. The man had landed on top of her. He looked like a criminal. He was staring at her though. She felt her heart pounding. She was shocked and felt a bit scared. Yet, somehow, he seemed familiar. He raised a gloved hand and brushed a bit hair out of her face. At that moment, a teenage boy ran up. The man on top of her quickly got up and ran off into the crowd.