Not one of them make small talk, letting me know these men are trained to protect someone. Someone very important to them, in so much danger that they are hidden from the world and surrounded by highly trained people. The door is opened by a man dressed as a butler. They hold me in place, in front of the massive stairway. I look around in awe, the place is decorated beautifully, everything looks delicate and old. "Who are you and how do you know the code to enter my home?" an older lady asks as she makes her way down the stairway.
"You gave me that code you old hag." Lexa hisses and I curse her timing, I wish I could pull the words back inside my mouth and down my throat. She takes full control and whatever they had tied my hands with falls to the ground melted. She elbows the guy behind us in his gut making him bend automatically wheezing without air, she grabs his head, knees his nose breaking it and knocking him out. She fists our hand and throws a punch to the throat to the guy that reached out to hold us making him back away chocking.
She quickly takes ahold of the rifle aimed for our head to knock us out, she pushes it back roughly towards the guys nose breaking it and taking it out of his hands throwing it away from us. The lady starts clapping and laughing looking deranged. I narrow my eyes at her, I think we need to call the looney bin, a patient of theirs escaped. "Cassandra…" she snorts un lady like and shakes her head frowning. "Who would have thought. Of all the shifters that could have been re-born it had to be you." She snarks shaking her head in disappointment.
"Who is Cassandra and what the heck did you do to the crazy lady?" I ask Lexa confused looking at their interaction. "Cassandra was my last hosts name; her daughter and my last host were best friends since they were babies. Unlike us, her daughter dreamed of the day she would have a mate. So, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when she accepted a marriage proposal one year after our arrival to this country. She mated with the male and was killed by his true mate. While carrying their heir and the next generation." She responded.
Okay, that still doesn't answer my question. "She was supposedly going to meet with me when she was killed. Her mother found her ripped to pieces in the woods by her home but no signs of the life she carried." She whispers sadly. Okay, now I get it. I would hate my guts too. I sigh, "Why did you bring me here? Why come here when you know she hates you? She won't help us." I say. I sure as heck wouldn't help someone who I think killed my child. "How do you know it was the true mate?" I ask curious.
"Her scent was everywhere, and her DNA was under Amairahs claws." She answers. I scratch my head waiting for the lady to stop walking and murmuring to herself. There's a small table with two chairs by the door we just entered from. I walk towards the chairs and sit. The guards look at each other uncomfortably not liking to be in this situation. I think the lady never had a meltdown of this magnitude. Our arrival put things upside down for them.
The lady stops moving and breathes in, "What do you want Cassandra?" she finally asks fisting her hands by her side and turning her glowing silver eyes to me. I gasp, "You're a shifter." I whisper in shock and take a breath of relief. That's why she brought me here, "I thought you said we were slaughtered or something like that." I say to Lexa. "I need you to train my new host and its Analiah now." She answers and we hear the boisterous laugh of the lady.
"You have lost your ever-loving mind." She roars in anger, her eyes glow brighter and fur starts to protrude through her skin. "We need your help Amara… you're the last elder of our people." Lexa begs for her to understand but all I see is the anger in Amara's eyes grow deeper. The wound provoked by her daughters' murder runs deep and she made up her mind about who to blame. Her roars came louder every time Lexa tried to reason with her, her cry is full of despair and anguish.
She hasn't accepted her daughter's death. "You're making things worse." I reason with Lexa, "Feel her pain Nahlexa, put yourself in her shoes. She won't help us, not now at least let's leave." I whisper. Amara's roars soon become whines and cries of pain. "How long ago did your last host die?" I ask Nahlexa. I feel her stop on her spot in shock, yeah, I didn't even expect to ask that question so soon, but I need to know if we can push a little more or drop it.
"One year and three weeks." She whispers lowly and relinquishing control little by little. "How long ago before that, was her daughter killed?" I ask and I hear Lexas soft whines. "One year." She answers. So, if the child survived, they would be two years old now. I push Lexa back softly, "I'm sorry for your loss, I'll take my leave." I say to Amara and walk towards the door. "How old are you kid?" Amara asks. "Sixteen." I answer and close the door behind me.
"Where are we going to go." I ask Lexa but she doesn't answer me. I can feel her pain from me opening old wounds and her frustration with Amara. I can feel how much it really hurt her to speak to her, to ask for her help knowing there is water under that bridge. She just wanted me to have the best teacher I could have, "Lexa you need to back off, if you keep insisting, she won't help us. Let her cool off, then maybe she might come around." I say as I crank the truck to life and peel off down the road we came.
We drive down to a hotel in Fort Myers and I book a room for the week. While Amara comes around, I might as well get legal. I need to find a lawyer and get emancipated. I need to take my license out and get myself a job. "I want a king bed and I want one of the rooms with a safe." I say to the agent and I pay cash, I grab the keycard from the agent and pull my bag with me. I take the elevator to the fourth floor and try to find my room with everyone in the hall.
I try to find my room quickly, the hotel looks brand new, well-kept and exceptionally clean. The rug on the ground looks new, the walls freshly painted, and the decoration is minimal, but it blends perfectly with its theme. I sigh when I finally find my room, I open the door and quickly lock it after me. I need to look around the room before I settle, I walk in the bathroom and inspect the shower and toilet. Everything is clean, I put my bag and backpack inside the shower as I check the rest of the room.
I open the big closet doors, there isn't any signs of roaches or bed bugs. There are some clothe hangers in there, an ironing table, an iron and lots of room for more clothes and shoes. It has many shelves to store things. I inspect the drawers for the same, the box spring and the mattress and bedsheets. There is no sign of roaches, bed bugs or rat droppings. Satisfied that I won't leave this place with little friends in between my things I walk back to the bathroom to get my bags.
I unpack what little I brought with me, I grab my folder with the money, I take out enough to get myself a new cellphone, a laptop, some clothes, shoes, toiletries and anything else I might need. The cellphone is the first stop I need to get myself a lawyer as soon as possible. I grab some underwear, my tight blue knee length jeans and my deep V-neck red t-shirt. I take my clothes off and jump in the shower. I dress myself, brush my hair into a high ponytail and pull on my red fila sneakers.
On the small desk in the room there is a small pad of paper and a pen. I sit on the chair and make a list of everything I will need so I don't have to guess or go overboard. I recheck my list, after making sure to have written everything I'll need I leave after grabbing my wallet, I put my room key in it and grab my car keys on the way out. I make sure the door is closed after me and walk down the hall to the elevator. I walk towards the front desk and ask for the nearest phone store or mall.
She explains there is a cricket shop down the road. I smile and thank her. The bell on the door jingles when I enter, I chose the latest model of Samsung and paid to get it connected with a number from this state. I thank the people there and set up my email, cloud and GPS. I look for the nearest moll and drive there. I park and take my list out; I enter shop after shop and store after store. I cross the item off the list once it's been purchased and make sure everything on my list is in my hands.
By the time I finished shopping I was exhausted and starving. I opened the back door of the truck and put everything on the backseat. I bought some food on the way to the hotel. I pull all my bags with me as best as I can, and the bellboy comes running out to help me once he sees me struggling. We talk and laugh as we walk to my room. He puts my things on my bed and leaves after I give him a tip for his help. I quickly start unpacking everything and putting it all away.
I connect my laptop to charge along with my cellphone. I start messing with the cellphone until I found a lawyer. I write down his number and address. I'll call him tomorrow; I take another shower and head off to bed. I have a bad feeling about everything especially this place. Something in me is pulling me north, with desperation. I sigh looking at the roof when I open my eyes in the morning. I couldn't even sleep well, I feel restless. I know this isn't the place I should be at; something wants me to run and run fast.
I pull the sheets off me and I walk into the bathroom to get ready for my day. I call the lawyer once finished with my shower and make an appointment for later. He accepted my case and was sure he could help me. I need a change in every aspect of the word. The lawyer went through everything I had against my parents the videos, photos and bank statements of the money I earned by myself. I had photos of the conditions I lived in; I didn't want any doubt in a judge's mind that I can take care of myself since I have been doing it since I was ten.
One week after I hired him, we had a hearing, the judge emancipated me on the spot and approved my case to file charges against my parents based on the evidence in my hands. Six months later in the absence of my parent's presence they were charged and prosecuted for child neglect and child abuse. They have an arrest warrant against them both as soon as they step foot in US soil. By that time, I was seventeen and things are looking up. I followed my gut and moved up north once emancipated.
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