Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

for me, we wouldn’t have even gotten that close to her. She was too distracted.”
Glytherin nodded. He came closer and tugged arms around me, and then, I felt all of my cuts come in harder. I looked at all of them. They were deeper than they seemed. The stab in my stomach went all the way through to my back. The scratch at my collar bone went from there to my chest. My waist wasn’t as bad as I thought and I hadn’t even noticed it. Then there, is when I blanked out.
Epilogue

I felt as if I were going to throw up. Pain ached me everywhere and I remember not much of what happened last night. Not much of whatever took place was in my head. Did I hit myself in the head at all? I’d actually expect it. I didn’t get up from whatever place I was lying down in. I understood why Glytherin didn’t want me to be in the war. I was practically the only person of this place living that got so badly injured, but I was battling the princess of those tentacle people. Don’t I get some props for actually staying alive?
I guess I couldn’t get everything. Where was I anyway? Everything was a huge blur until a bunch of figures were propped up over me. I pointed at each one. This one would be Shane, this one would be my step-mother and the other would be my father worrying and wondering why I hadn’t come home. All three of them stared. Shane was bigger than usual. Finally, he had gotten into shape. Before, he was just some bony thirteen year old in high school playing with my high school crushes and telling them how I’d talk about them too much.
I hated him for that. My eyes went directly to the snow outside. I smiled. It was so pretty and lively. Nothing of what I usually saw. Shane propped down and hugged me. “Go away.” I said. “I told you not to touch me again.” I turned and slapped him in the face along with that.
Then I heard an English accent. “You never said that love.”
“Oh,” I said. “Sorry… uh…” What the heck was this guys name again? “Sorry, Michael.” I said.
“It’s Rigor,” he corrected me. My vision cleared and I sat up.
I gasped. “What am I doing here?” I asked. “I should be home right now.” It was very clear that I wasn’t. It was snowing here and it was actually beautiful. Who I thought was my dad was way off. It was just some guy helping me, along with his wife who I thought was my step-mother. “I’m sorry, I should really go now.” I stood up and fell in Rigor’s arms. He laid me back into the couch. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Are you planning to keep me hostage? Because I’m not going.”
Rigor shook his head unsteady. “You can’t go home now,” he said. “You’re too… unstable, even for a girl.” The woman who was looking after me shot him a look.
Not all girls are unstable, especially not her, for a fairy.” She turned to me now.
“Would you like a drink hon?” She had an English accent too and so did the man as they murmured off to each other. I shook my head anyway. I heard hard shoes coming down hard stairs.
“Good morning everybody,” Glytherin said. I looked around to him. “How’s it going with Juliet?” he asked smiling.
I tried to ignore it but I couldn’t. “I don’t know Romeo,” Rigor said. “But I’m glad you didn’t kill yourself yet, evidently, she's alive.”
Glytherin knelt by me now. The woman shushed Rigor. “Come over here babe for a moment,” she said. So these were Rigor’s parents?
Glytherin looked at me but didn’t smile as largely. “You ok?” he asked. I nodded.
“Where are we?” I asked. This house was unfamiliar.
“Well,” Glytherin said. “My house was bombed during the war so we’ll be living here for a while, Rigor’s house. He older folks living with him and all but you don’t mind do you?”
I shook my head lazily. “I just want to get up,” I admitted. I leaned up but he put his hand on my chest and leaned me back down.
“But there’s no point if you can’t,” he said. “It’s eight in the morning. You should get some more rest.”
I looked at him wearily and I shook my head. “I’m not tired.” I said leaning up again.
He did the same exact thing. My heart began to race now. Everything was in pain but I couldn’t bear this. “Please?” I said. “Let me up.” I leaned out from the couch and Glytherin put his arm underneath me now. He let go of me. I was walking. Walking perfectly actually. I was just a little dizzy since I awoke. “Do I fly in my sleep?” I asked. He looked at me awkwardly. “Oh, wait no one should’ve been watching anyway.” I blushed.
“I did,” he said. “You don’t even move in your sleep, but I hope it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, you know, that I watched you in your sleep, it’s just that I was worried that you’d stop breathing and I…”
“It’s ok.” I acknowledged him. My heart began racing even faster. “As long as it was because you're worried. It wasn’t like you did that because you were trying to find an equation on killing me. So it’s fine.”
He began walking upstairs with a hand on my back. He led me into the quest room where it looked like he slept. “Listen,” he said. He pulled something from under the bed. He opened it and put it to my mouth where I opened and swallowed. I took a large gulp and then felt it all rush to my head. “What was that?” I asked.
“It’s a protective potion. Physically and mentally this time. I’m not going through that again.” He shuddered. He took out another from the bag. He opened it and popped that into my mouth too. I swallowed gingerly trying to ignore the taste. Before I could get a chance to talk he did so with another. I swallowed. “What are those?!” I asked.
“Protection, pain reliever and injury reducer.”
I looked at him crossly. “Where’d you get that?” I asked. He closed up his bag. “From Elizabeth,” he said. “I got it last night.” Immediately, the pain I had went away along with the cuts and scratches and holes in my body. Maybe just a bit of scrapes. “Thank you,” I said. He nodded. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever been over protective of you acting like you’re my daughter. I guess I was being stupid and I was now feeding those to you. I guess I just wanted to get that part done with. As I mentioned, I’m sorry. You’re my age. I don’t even know why I…”
“It’s ok.” I said interrupting him. “You just like me a lot that’s all.” He flinched. “That’s not true.”
”You admitted it at your wedding.”
He looked around his room for a minute. “Well…” he said. “At least I don’t have to admit it.”
“Admit what?” I asked him.
“That I like you.” He answered.
“You just did.” I said plainly having my head straight on. I remembered the first time I met him. He was all happy like how he was now, not formal or all about business but just himself.
“We’re going back to your house tonight.” He said. I looked up at him in confusion. I didn’t want to be back there. In my room with Shane there and all. Shane. I wondered how he was doing now. I’d been gone more than a day. How would he react? What time was it today anyway? What about Amanda? What in the world do I do about her? I didn’t want to go back.
“Why?” I asked. “Did you see how much trouble I was going through there? And Matthew, they’re going to suspect us more about Matthew since both of us didn’t show up.” Glytherin shook his head. “Matthew is fine. He is probably alive already. It’s just that, well…”
“Well what?” he didn’t answer when Rigor came into the room on his cellular device.
“What are the both talking about in here?” he asked. Glytherin looked at me specifically for an answer.
“Uh… Rigor,” I said stammering. “We were talking about this kid in my school, that’s all.”
“Who might that be?” he asked all of a sudden completely interested.
“A boy named Matthew,” I said smiling. “Do you know him or something?”
Rigor sat on the bed near Glytherin and Glytherin lied down on his back. Rigor put his phone down and looked at me seriously and closed his eyes.
“Hello, nice to meet you Orphelia, my name is Matthew Gail, I used to think you were a creep for not talking so when you took that poisonous drink, I let you have it thinking you’d accidentally kill yourself, instead you sprayed me in the face and I evaporated along with my watch that I use to go to different dimensions with, and now I can’t get out of this one. Congratulations.” Glytherin was looking curiously at Rigor who seemed to want to smile but couldn’t.
“That was back then though,” he said. “I didn’t know you well.”
He looked nothing like Matthew but he did have that same English accent. Why did he do all those things to me for the couple of years that I knew him? This explained so much of Glytherin being at the party too. “Great,” I said. “That was some nice years, wish it didn’t go away so easily.” There was some awkward silence afterwards.
I stepped out of the