Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-174.6.16.240-20190925004545/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191004012459

 Chapter six 

Sophie sat on her bed next to Keefe, looking out the window at the downpour. The rain was coming down so hard, Sophie could only see a faint outline of the animal pastures. Once she had gotten inside, she had changed into a much more comfortable outfit of a gray tunic and leggings.

“Well,” Keefe said, standing up. “Better get home. My dear old Dad might be worrying,” Sophie mumbled something that might have been ‘alright. See you later,’ She just wanted this day to end.

“See you, Foster,” Keefe said. “And Sophie?” He said, sounding more serious. “If Fitz can’t see you for who you are, not who you’re matched to, then he’s an idiot, okay?” With that he exited the room, leaving Sophie deep in thought.

Her imparter buzzed from its spot on the nightstand. She leaned over and grabbed it. It was Biana. Sophie clicked answer. Biana’s face popped up on the screen.

“I am so angry at Fitz. He keeps on trying to get me to call you, so he can ‘explain’. But that’s not why I’m calling. Linh’s over,” Biana redirected the imparter over to Linh, who was sitting on Biana’s bed. She gave shy wave hello, and Sophie tried to smile. Linh was still pretty, but Sophie could she the shadows under her eyes, which were red and puffy from crying, and her wrinkled clothes. Sophie felt guilt slice into her heart.

“And she’s wondering if you and Fitz could do that thing that you did with Keefe, to see if Tam’s all right,” Biana said, turning the imparter back to her face. Sophie sighed.

“I’ll come over,” Sophie said, and Biana smiled. “But I’m doing it by myself. No Fitz.” Biana’s smile dropped just a little bit, but she agreed, saying, with a deep hatred in her voice. “I wouldn’t want to be near him, either.”

Sophie hung up after saying good bye, and headed to the leapmaster to leap over to Everglen.

“Everglen!” she called, and a crystal descended from the ceiling. She was about to step into the light, when a hand grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back.

“Were do you think you’re going, Miss Foster?” Sandor said in his squeaky voice. He stood there, arms crossed against his chest, waiting for an answer. Sophie rolled her eyes.

“I’m going to Everglen,” Sophie said, “To help contact Tam,” She explained. Gosh, bodyguards could be so annoying.

“Well, I’m coming,” Sandor said stubbornly, “You are my charge, I can never let you out of my sight.” Sophie sighed. They last thing she wanted was Sandor tagging along, but. . . she had promised him to never sneak away. ..

“Fine,” Sophie said. “But only you.” She locked eyes with Sandor, begging him, and he sighed and nodded. “Let’s go then,” She said, and stepped into the light.

-Chloe