Chapter 23: CalumMature

“Elodie, calm down,” I sighed. Elodie ran up to her room and I followed her. I knew automatically that this was going to be one of her bad days. “Elodie, you have to understand that-

She shut the door in my face. Hard.

“We are only trying to help you.”

Stone jumped up the stairs two at a time.

“Is she alright now?” He asked. He knew that she wasn’t, but he had to ask, just in case she was miraculously not in need of anger management classes. I shook my head, my ridiculously cut hair whipping me in the face as I did.

Damn I needed to do something about that.

“You know what to do, right?” I asked. Stone nodded reluctantly. He hated doing this one thing. But it helped Elodie, and seeing as though we all loved Elodie in our own little way, we were all going to do whatever we could to help her. Stone looked at the closed door resentfully. Then he left. I leant against Elodie’s door.

I could hear her smashing things with her bare hands and I heard the sounds of her throwing things against the walls. Sooner or later, Stone would appear with the only person that would be able to calm Elodie down.

“Elly, you only bring this on yourself. You know that right?” I said quietly. I heard silence on the other side and then she was throwing things again.

“I hate you all.” She screamed. I nodded, knowing that she couldn’t see me.

“I know that you do right now, but you need to understand-

“There is no use, Calum. Wait until Stone comes back.” Caspar said calmly, his hand on my shoulder. I nodded, knowing that he was right; something that Elodie could never admit. I closed my eyes and then opened them again. “Go, I’ll wait for Stone here.”

I nodded and went to my own room.

Our house was set out with only two rooms on the second floor, a bathroom and bedroom, both for Elodie since she was the only girl in the house and then six bedrooms on the ground floor, all the extras in case an ally passed through and needed a place to stay. We had one bathroom on the ground floor for all of us guys to share. Then we had a living room, a kitchen, a laundry and a small library with an invisible hidden room with all our weapons in it. It also had the little trapdoor to go down into the basement which was where we let Elodie torture Enders to get all of her pent up anger and frustration out.

Caspar said that half the time it’s because she’s a girl and they have a lot of stuff going on but I know that a lot of it is because she had to leave the only home she had ever known, lost all her friends and family and just can’t come to terms with the fact that her life will never go back to the way it was.

I had a hard time with it to begin with and after watching my grandpa; the only family I had left, die- I wasn’t about to just go back to my old life.

I heard Caspar talking. I knew that he wasn’t going to be talking to Elodie because they barely ever spoke, and when they did it was mostly just yelling. Stone must have been back.

“Thank you for coming.” He said formally. I came to stand with them. I nodded at our guest to say hello. Our guest stood outside Elodie’s door.

“It’s not a problem, really. I’m always happy to come and see Elodie even if it is to calm her down from a fit. And I promise to abide by your rules. No one followed me here, no one will know your whereabouts and I would never tell anyone that you are here.”

“Yeah, for some reason, I find it hard to trust you.” I said. Caspar flashed me a warning look much like the one he always gave Elodie or Elodie gave him.

“I assure you, I am only here for Elodie’s wellbeing.”

And then our guest opened the door to Elodie’s room, winked at both Caspar and I and shut the door.

I wasn’t sure whether or not to be happy at the excitement that I could hear in Elodie’s voice.

“C’mon, Calum, leave them alone.” Caspar stated. I followed him down the stairs I had just come up. I strained to hear Elodie’s voice one more time before I left her in the very capable hands of a Time Ender.

“Sam,” I heard her say, “I’ve missed you so, so, so much.”

The End

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