Untamed S4 ep07
WRITTEN BY
STEVEN JERAL HARRIS
EDITED BY
EMERALD LORDSFAME
S4 ep07
The move
I tense up as we whip left
and right through the busy evening commute. Just like the ride to Rochester,
the ride back is extremely quick.
The entire time my
back was glued to my seat.
The car tires slides
to a halt in front of the brick mansion. We empty the vehicle and enter the
living room. I see Daniel, fully clothed, leaning against the wall with his
arms folded, pondering. I then see Jason on the couch with his hands pressed
tighter, also in deep thought.
Kenya is pacing back
and forth in the living room with a worried look. They all snap alert as we enter.
“How did it go?” Kenya
asks urgently.
“Fine,” Maria
responds.
“Did you track them
down?” Eric asks Daniel.
“No, they got away,” he
answers with regret.
Jason stands up and
approaches me with a weak smile.
“Jason…?” I blurt out.
“I am also known as
Courage from time to time,” he states.
I can’t respond, only shake my head in disbelief.
Kenya walks over to
me.
"I called your
mother. Everything has been arranged. I told her that you and Maria had made plans
to go to the mall, and that you’ll be spending the weekend."
“But how…?” I ask.
“You dropped your cell
in the park.” Daniel says to me in his usual stern way.
Kenya manoeuvres her
eyes behind me, looking at Jessica and Maria.
"Athena, Raven, go
upstairs and show her to her room. Help her unpack."
"Come on,"
Maria says while grasping my hand.
Maria and Jessica
escort me out of the living room, up the steps, into a long hallway,
and into a bedroom. I enter a big room which consist of a queen size bed, a
nightstand, and a lamp. Jessica places my suitcase on the bed
and empties its contents. I sink down on the bed as they start to fold my
clothes.
"So, what happens
next? Do I stay here?"
"Yes, for now,"
Maria responds.
"It will be fine Iva.
Your mother will be safe," Jessica says.
Maria and Jessica
pause to eye one another, and then continue folding the clothes again. I notice
the concern in their eyes as Jessica mentioned my mother.
The look of worry in
their eyes only makes my concern for my mother grow. They then put my belongings
into the closet for me.
The room stays silent
as they finish folding the remaining shirts and tuck them away neatly. Then the
room door swings open and Kenya enters.
"How are you
feeling?” she asks with gentle eyes.
“I’m scared. What if something happens…?” I take a pause to swallow.
“…can you protect her?”
I wait for Kenya to
respond to my question which takes her a while.
“Unfortunately, Iva,
you’re our main priority right
now. We’re your only
protection. For now, we'll keep her unaware. She can't linger here. The wolves can
easily use her against you."
“There must be another
way, right?”
“Don’t worry we are making phone calls. More of us will arrive very
soon. They will protect her. But as of right now, we can’t. You’re our main focus.”
I sigh again before
speaking.
"But those
herbs…will they work?"
"Yes, they
naturally grow here. They are great at masking scents. I mixed seeds with them,
they will mature very quickly."
She looks behind me at
Maria and Jessica.
"Come you two.
Let’s give her time to
herself."
Jessica and Maria obey
and exit the room.
“You should give your
mother a call. She seems a little concerned about you. Here’s your phone back.”
I grab the phone from
her with a nervous hand, and then I take another pause to settle my emotions.
“I just don’t want anything to happen to her. She means a lot to me.”
“Iva, nothing will
happen to her,” she assures me.
I would feel a whole
lot better if I didn’t notice the tinge of
worry on her face.
“She seems like a good
person,” Kenya smiles mildly. “I would never forgive myself if anything happened
to her. That’s why it’s best that you stay away from her. The wolves wouldn’t hesitate to use her to lure you in.”
I can’t respond. My burning throat will not allow me speak. I just nod
at her understandingly. She leaves and closes the door behind herself. A second
later, I feel my hand vibrating. I look down at my phone and see my mom’s picture under the words, ‘incoming call’. I take some time to
recover. I press my tears back into my eyes with my fingers as I prepare the phone
next to my ear and press the accept icon.
“Hey mom…” the words
comes out weakly, therefore I pause to clear my throat. “…what’s up?” I’m trying to sound as
normal as possible.
“Hey, I heard you’re hanging out at a friend’s house.”
“Yes, I’m at Maria’s.”
“That’s strange, you never told me about her.”
She says suspiciously.
“I brought her up
before, you probably forgot about it.”
A pause lingers between
us two. I know she feels something strange is going on.
“Well, it’s good to hear that you made friends. It’ll help you get your mind off of things. Hey, there’s no school on Monday, right?”
“Right,” I reply.
“Your Uncle wants to
hangout. We should all go out together sometime next week.”
“Okay, sounds great.”
“I won’t hold you up sweetie. Have fun with your friends. And tell Kenya
to call me in the morning. And stay safe.”
“I will.”
“I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay, I love you
mom.”
“I love you too.”
The connection dies,
yet the phone remains at my ear. I lower the phone and break back into distress
mode. I blow out slowly and bury my face into my hands. For about two hours, I
stay in this exact position, bathing in total silence. My brain is going crazy
with thoughts.
So many questions have
finally been answered, yet all I want now is to forget the truth. I also
thought about my mom and her safety, constantly. I can't help but feel worried
about her, especially with these memories of Hellhound’s incredible strength and speed. She wouldn't stand a chance
against him. That thought alone frightens me more than Hellhound himself.
I can see her in my
head, over and over like a DVD player on repeat, calling for help but no one is
there to aid her. I fight hard to rebel against these kinds of thoughts. She's
fine, she's fine, I keep telling myself repeatedly. I sigh for the thousandth
time. Controlling my breathing helps me keep those bad thoughts at bay.
Shade blankets my
window, yet I don’t feel a bit tired. I
never moved from this position. I’m now sitting in the
dark looking down at the obscure carpet below my feet, still thinking about a
million things at one time. Suddenly, I hear gentle knocks at the door.
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