REBELS

Episode 11

"Oh, by all the gods!" Her,” the girl exclaimed, her brown eyes shining with pure emotion, she brought both hands over her mouth, totally surprised. Congratulations Ed, who is she?” she asked looking between Abby and me, he pointed at my friend. And she, without Abby expecting it, rushed towards her in a strong hug.

I took several steps back, careful not to fall because of the steps, which were in front of the door, to admire the scene with a smile. I didn't understand the blonde's enthusiasm, but I could understand Abby's puzzled face because I was just like her.

—Let's go. Please let's go. You must be very happy, you must be happy,” she said, looking at Abby and then at this Ed.

"The truth is that it is so." It's just that she still doesn't know.” The boy tilted his head with a strange grimace, making the girl understand something. Something that neither Abby nor I understood.

"Oh," the blonde whispered, understanding. There will be time, now let's go inside. I haven't seen you in a long time,” she said to the boy.

The girl headed for the door and stood to the side, giving us room to enter.

We passed, and as I entered the hall and looked into the house, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. It was beautiful, the only ones in which he had been able to appreciate something similar had been in the architecture magazines that he had seen.

The walls were white decorated with large paintings of nature and wolves. Everything seemed so luxurious and expensive that I was afraid to go up there, touch something and break it. If I broke something I wasn't going to be able to pay for it for the simple reason that I was penniless and right now I didn't know the whereabouts of my parents.

We follow the girl until we reach a large hall. I leaned my head back to better appreciate the large chandeliers that were on the white ceiling, they were extremely elegant, like everything in the interior.

"If they had arrived a little earlier, we could have had lunch together, although I didn't really order anything special because I'm alone," the blonde girl, standing in front of a long sofa, told us. By the way, my name is Hazal—she introduced herself with a beautiful genuine smile.

Her appearance might seem like one of those conceited girls with an air of grandeur because of the way she moved and because of her luxurious clothing, she did know how to fix herself. But her tone of voice was soft and singsong without sounding obnoxious, and her attitude automatically made you want to be friends with her, was enveloping.

"Nice to meet you, this is Rouse," Abby introduced us, first pointing at me and then at herself, saying her name, "and I'm Abby." Oh and about the food, I would accept even a piece of bread at this time.

Hazal laughed at Abby's comment.

“Beautiful names. Sit down, I'll go ask for some sandwiches,” she informed us and winked at Abby as she walked past her, then we saw her disappear in the direction where the kitchen was surely located.

Hazal left, leaving a deathly silence at his departure. Nobody said anything, I shared a suspicious look with Abby before she decided to fix her eyes on the unmatched presence of the boy, who had already settled on one of the sofas with his phone in hand.

"We're here, what do you want from us?" —Abby's question sounded hard and demanding, her look warned the brunette that he had better give him a specific answer. He glanced at her at once, tilting her head slightly to one side of hers as her knuckles brushed over her jaw thoughtfully. And suddenly the boy's eyes darkened, looking like an animal wanting to hunt its prey.

"The correct question would be, what do you want from me?" —He answered, standing up to approach carefully in our direction, straight towards Abby. His eyes diverted from my friend for a moment, only to glance at me and point at me saying, "I don't know what she's doing here," he expressed in a way that made me feel strange and uncomfortable, I felt out of place being singled out as a freak, "because you're the only one that interests me."

-Sorry? I dared to say. You brought me here without giving me any other options in case she's forgotten, she—I pointed to Abby—and I aren't here on purpose. And this is very strange and the least we deserve is an explanation.

"Yes," my friend supported me, "when will the torture begin?"

"Tortures?" the boy pronounced as if he had no idea what Abby could be talking about.

For my part, I gave him a look of: what do you say?

"We're kidnapped, aren't we?" —She said looking only at Ed. Don't expect me to have a perfect image of you when you've given us enough reasons not to want you around.

"I don't want you to get away from me," he replied. I understand that you don't think of me as the best person in the world right now, I know you're scared by the way I brought you here, but it was on impulse, okay? I was driven by despair and emotion to the point of not having calculated what I was doing and forgive me for my audacity, but I couldn't help it. And I don't regret it. The only thing I want them to know is that they are safe, nothing bad will happen to them, much less there will be torture.

"What a relief, I didn't want to lose any of my fingers," was the first thing my friend said.

The boy's face went from being serious to becoming amused by the answer to the point of letting out a laugh. Abby was already looking at me by now, but her gaze returned to his as soon as she heard him laugh.

-So what? —I asked still not understanding—, will you let us go? I detected regret in your face,” I added as if that observation did me some good.

-Sorry but no. We'll stay here —she sentenced with a serious tone, unleashing a shudder in my body.