It was about midnight when we continued to drive again. I climbed into the front seat of the car because Chandler was taking up the whole back seat as she slept. I didn't mind, of course, she fought really hard. I covered her with my jacket for a makeshift blanket. I rested my chin on the palm as I looked out of the window, trying not to fall asleep.
"You can go to sleep if you want, Althy." I looked over at Adam; his main focus was continued on the road. His hands were at the top of the steering wheel, his lightning bolt key chain, (which was the form of the sword he got when it wasn't in use) was around his pointer finger, his new, latest possession. I could tell that he already adored it, for the past couple of hours, it never left his finger. I shrugged and finally responded back.
"I don't think I can," I looked over at him and he quickly raised an eyebrow at me, asking me with his eyes.
"And why not?"
"Because…" I sighed, replying with my mouth. "I've been thinking about Lacey a lot."
"Why?" He asked and my eyes flickered uneasily towards him.
"My dreams have become clearer ever since we've been getting closer to our destination." Adam nodded.
"How?"
"Well, the voices have become clearer now, but I'm hearing two more voices now." He tilted his head.
"What do they sound like?"
"They're both boys but one is older and one is younger. The elder boy has a deep voice, but it's not deep like a man's, I'm guesstimating around seventeen, on the cusp of turning eighteen?" Adam nodded, telling me to continue.
"The other boy was a child, around the age of nine to ten. And of course, the voices were the same of you, me, Chandler, Helios and Lacey."
"But why are you suddenly thinking about Lacey?" He looked at me; his eyebrows were furrowed with concern. I sighed painfully, looking down at my lap.
"Her voice was the worst out of all of us." I shook my head sadly. "It was broken and unhappy." Adam made a turn down the highway.
"Of course she doesn't sound happy. How would you like to be a prisoner while your friend should be the prisoner instead of you?" My face fell and he must've seen it because he frowned and looked at me.
"Hey, look, I'm sorry, Althy," He paused. "I…I didn't mean it like that." I sniffed, already feeling tears spring to my eyes, my throat burning as I tried to hold them back. But, of course, one illegally slipped away from my eye. Adam pulled over to the side of the road.
"Hey, hey, hey," He cooed. He put the car in park and unbuckled his seatbelt, turning towards me. "It's going to be okay, Althy." He comfortingly wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I buried my face into his.
"Why is this so difficult?" I questioned him. "Why did Lacey get taken and not me? Why did that monster have to be so stupid?" He shook his head, not knowing the answers to my questions.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that we're going to save her," His thumb gently rubbed my shoulder. "And everything is going to be all right. I promise." I continued to cry but I nodded, sniffing.
"Thanks, Adam." He nodded in recognition and rested his head on mine.
"You're welcome."