"Is there more wood for me? Bring them out" Twilight said, boldly.
Lorraine's eyes still didn't blink. She kept up the death stare, and the atmosphere turned icy.
Tamlin was too stunned to utter a word, he's still holding Imogen's hand
Imogen herself looks just as speechless as Tamlin.
In the several years of this school's establishment, no student dared come close to Lorraine's face and talk.
Twilight just broke the record.
"I'm starting to think she's really a witch" Rihannon said with a small smile.
"Me too" Echo added.
"A hot one" Damien smiled, pocketing his hands
"No more wood? Or are you just speechless? Huh?" Twilight said again.
Her palms are still rested on the chair arms, and she's still staring down Lorraine who looks dumbstruck.
"I guess it's the two" Twilight said with a victorious smirk and stood straight, but that was it.
She lost all the energy in her bones immediately, and she went down straight.
Tamlin quickly let go of Imogen and caught her in his arms.
Her hair was sticking to her face so much as a result of the rainwater, and that alone made her look like a goddess.
Her beauty stuck him and made him stare at her unconscious face for longer than he planned.
He was still staring when Damien came closer with Rihannon and Echo.
"Hand her over, I'll take her" Damien told him.
"Fûck off" Tamlin glared at him and adjusted Twilight in his arms before starting to take her away.
Damien made to pull him back, but Ruslan blocked him.
"I wouldn't" he said in a warning tone, his eyes slanted.
"How long are you gonna play as Tamlin's watchdog? He doesn't see you as a friend are you blind? You're literally his lackey!" Damien blurted.
"You fuçking skunk!" Ruslan stepped closer to attack Damien, but Rihannon covered Damien very fast.
Ruslan immediately backed off. He eventually followed Tamlin.
Till he was out of sight, Echo wouldn't stop staring at his back view, and Imogen saw it.
She smiled knowingly before going to Lorraine who's still seated under her umbrella like she's paralyzed.
"Let's go, mother" she held her arm, and Lorraine stood.
The rain stopped already, so the guards folded the umbrella.
Lorraine left silently with Imogen, and Rihannon sighed, facing Damien.
The other students are starting to disperse too.
"You shouldn't have said that to Ruslan" Rihannon said.
"Well he was being an @ss. He supports Tamlin too much. I get that they're childhood fiends but he's overdoing it, and who knows where that angry bird Tamlin is taking Twilight to?" Damien replied.
"She'll be fine. Tamlin seems to have a soft spot for her so he won't hurt her" Rihannon sighed.
"Soft spot? Tamlin? I'll classify that under future impossible tense" Damien scoffed, walking away.
"Will he come around?" Echo asked.
"Yeah. He only needs some alone time and he'll come back" Rihannon shrugged.
"Well then...let's go look for Twi" Echo smiled, and Rihannon pulled her away.
*
ATTIC*
Slade set the yellow umbrella on fire immediately he arrived.
There's an available space below the rails, so he set it down there and lightened it with matchsticks.
Yellow is not his thing.
In fact, he dislikes colours, he only got that colour so he'd stand out and make Twilight notice him fast in the crowd earlier.
He backed the wall as he watched the poor umbrella burn to ashes on the floor, and as smokes rose from the fire, he felt refined.
He felt refreshed, and he began inhaling the flames aggressively, the veins on his neck turning black as he did.
So far he's wearing the ring, he can only recharge beside a burning fire, and since Twilight used some of his energy to split the woods, he might as well recharge.
He was still inhaling when his phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his recharge session.
His eyes opened slowly, and he rolled the ring in his finger before getting his phone out of his pocket.
It's Timothy calling.
He watched with broody eyes as the phone rang till the end of the call, and as expected, the person called again.
This time, Slade picked up.
"You knowingly didn't pick the first ring, wasn't it?" An old voice came, and Slade rolled his eyes back, leaving the wall to walk to the base of the stairs.
"Why did you call, Timothy?" He asked.
"Shouldn't you redevelop the habit of calling me father? It's never right for a son to call his father by his name but you're taking it too serious" Timothy replied, and Slade shut his eyes.
"You have just three minutes to tell me why you called, and I'm hanging up after that" he said.
"The girl... The one your mother told you about, did you meet her already? jasmine scent" Timothy said.
"That's not why you called" Slade replied like a detective.
"Come back home, Slade. Please" Timothy finally fessed up.
"That's what I thought" Slade hissed and made to hang up...
"Slade it's unfair! You're the son of the richest man in Glennville! You are my son! You are Slade Luther! I own twenty establishments in this town and in the city, and they all need an heir which is you! Why must you punish me by running away from home since you were 5!" Timothy started crying, and Slade smiled, enjoying the sound of his cries so damn much.
"I changed my mind,I'm not gonna hang up, but you have to promise me you'd continue crying..I fuçking love it" he whispered.
"You grew worse" Timothy muttered, his voice pained.
"Of course, growing worse is my trademark, and while reminding me of that, try to remind yourself of the words you said that night before I escaped from home... goodbye" Slade said and finally hung up.
He slowly brought the phone down from his ear, then he opened his eyes which already reddened with rage.
It's not his fault that he feels this amount of rage whenever he speaks to Timothy, he started it.
And no matter how much he craves to see his mother, he has decided to never go back to his father's island.
He pocketed the phone and turned back to the burning
umbrella.
It's completely burnt to the ground, and only the black remains are on the surface.
He pushed a growl out of his throat and cleared it before going upstairs.
His cat
, Onyx was already waiting by the door for him.
He never carries the cat, so the cat followed him into the attic, and he shut the door.