parents last night and they had explained to him how long the gift could stay inside of you. Lola had two weeks to either accept or continue to reject their destiny.
But, if she continued to reject it, then the consequences were dire. He knew that only because his parents were hiding something. He had brought up what Freddie had told him and they only explained that Freddie was angry because he didn’t have the gift yet.
Dean knew that was bullshit.
He went downstairs, seeing that nobody was in the house except for him. He walked down the hallway and stopped at his father’s study. The door was open, as well as his laptop. He looked over his shoulder before walking inside. He tentatively opened the laptop and found that his father’s Skype was still open. The last contact was made to Matthew, the speaker of the family line.
Matthew would know what was going on.
Dean knew it was wrong, but he didn’t want to be left in the dark. He needed to know what was going on. The arrow hesitated over the green button on the computer screen. Matthew was still online so it would so simply to just call him right then and there.
But, what if the secret was something bad? What if Dean wasn’t supposed to know
But then again, Freddie knew.
Dean had every right to know.
He was about to click the mousepad when he heard a squeak. He jumped and turned around, seeing his father at the door with a curious expression on his face.
“Dean, what are you doing in here?” he asked. “You should be writing that paper.”
“I just…” Dean knew he had to lie. “I didn’t know if you might have a book about the war in your study.”
Frankie walked over to his shelf and pulled out a worn book, handing it to Dean. “Right here.”
Dean nodded. “Thanks.”
He left, but not before looking back and seeing his father looking at the computer screen as if a heavy weight was bearing down on his shoulders.
Something was definitely up.
Matthew walked down the hallway with his brother that evening, passing and nodding a few people along the way. Once they were both alone, his demeanor change as he lowered his voice.
“They won’t tell him.”
His brother furrowed his brows. “He has a right to know, don’t you think?”
“He does. It’s a powerful role for Dean to take over and, without his knowledge, we can’t complete our task,” explained Matthew. “We must do something.”
His brother stroked his chin, deep in thought. He stopped and faced Matthew, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Leave it to me, brother. I’ll make sure he knows. We won’t fail.”
“ You won’t fail,” murmured Matthew, pointing a finger at him. “I have other things to attend to.”
Matthew walked away from him then stopped, feeling some dark cast over his person. He looked around and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, headed back for his office.
7
Lola stared at the formula taunting her at the moment the next day during free period. She did well in calculus, so she should know this. She was passing the class with flying colors. This was why she was going to be valedictorian next month. So, why was she having trouble studying one formula when she could do it in her sleep?
Oh, yeah. Dean
But, if she continued to reject it, then the consequences were dire. He knew that only because his parents were hiding something. He had brought up what Freddie had told him and they only explained that Freddie was angry because he didn’t have the gift yet.
Dean knew that was bullshit.
He went downstairs, seeing that nobody was in the house except for him. He walked down the hallway and stopped at his father’s study. The door was open, as well as his laptop. He looked over his shoulder before walking inside. He tentatively opened the laptop and found that his father’s Skype was still open. The last contact was made to Matthew, the speaker of the family line.
Matthew would know what was going on.
Dean knew it was wrong, but he didn’t want to be left in the dark. He needed to know what was going on. The arrow hesitated over the green button on the computer screen. Matthew was still online so it would so simply to just call him right then and there.
But, what if the secret was something bad? What if Dean wasn’t supposed to know
But then again, Freddie knew.
Dean had every right to know.
He was about to click the mousepad when he heard a squeak. He jumped and turned around, seeing his father at the door with a curious expression on his face.
“Dean, what are you doing in here?” he asked. “You should be writing that paper.”
“I just…” Dean knew he had to lie. “I didn’t know if you might have a book about the war in your study.”
Frankie walked over to his shelf and pulled out a worn book, handing it to Dean. “Right here.”
Dean nodded. “Thanks.”
He left, but not before looking back and seeing his father looking at the computer screen as if a heavy weight was bearing down on his shoulders.
Something was definitely up.
Matthew walked down the hallway with his brother that evening, passing and nodding a few people along the way. Once they were both alone, his demeanor change as he lowered his voice.
“They won’t tell him.”
His brother furrowed his brows. “He has a right to know, don’t you think?”
“He does. It’s a powerful role for Dean to take over and, without his knowledge, we can’t complete our task,” explained Matthew. “We must do something.”
His brother stroked his chin, deep in thought. He stopped and faced Matthew, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Leave it to me, brother. I’ll make sure he knows. We won’t fail.”
“ You won’t fail,” murmured Matthew, pointing a finger at him. “I have other things to attend to.”
Matthew walked away from him then stopped, feeling some dark cast over his person. He looked around and, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, headed back for his office.
7
Lola stared at the formula taunting her at the moment the next day during free period. She did well in calculus, so she should know this. She was passing the class with flying colors. This was why she was going to be valedictorian next month. So, why was she having trouble studying one formula when she could do it in her sleep?
Oh, yeah. Dean
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