Furry Humans

By J.L Weaver All Rights Reserved ©

Scifi / Mystery

1.

Adventure must start with running away from home.


ABIGAIL

“What!?”

I stood in front of my parents with a bewildered expression while they gazed sympathetically at me from their sitting positions on the sofa.

“We can’t move!” I protest, brows scrunched together in a frown. “This is our home! We can’t leave.”

Dad’s eyes soften, “I know pumpkin, but this for the best. The company wanted to switch locations so, we have to go along with.”

Mom nodded her head in agreement, a small sad smile on her face. “On the bright side, you can make new friends,” she added in an attempt to cool my mind and ease my tense muscles.

It didn’t work. I shook my head, clenching my hands in tight balls. They were acting weird, not only are we leaving the place that we’ve called home for years but the move was unheard of and unneeded.

“I don’t want new friends, I love the ones I have now. We don’t even know when he’s coming back.” I insist.

The second those words slipped out my mouth, both their bodies go rigid.

Mom clears her throat looking anywhere but at me as she clenches her hands together. “Honey. .” she trails off, straightening her spine to sit talle. “We have to, this is a great opportunity—”

“No! I’m not leaving, you guys are cowards for even—”

“That’s enough Abigail!” Dad suddenly yells, eyes flashing while cutting me off. My eyes widen. “We didn’t raise a child to be disrespectful! We’re leaving whether you like it or not, even if I have to drag you out by your feet.”

I stagger back as if his words physically touched me and knocked me off balance. Shock and hurt takes over my features, my mouth opens then closes, I couldn’t process any words to say.

He rose to his full height from the sofa, his expression cold and hard, one I’ve never seen.

“You will go to your room and stay there until morning; that’s when we leave,” he told me, his eyes holding me in place. “Understood?”

I swallow the lump that formed in my throat just as my vision blurred, his figure nothing but a watery image.

“Yes, sir.” it was low, but I’m sure he heard me.

I glance over at Mom through watery eyes, she seemed as if she wanted to say something but before she could I turn and rush away up to my room, slamming the door shut once I was safely inside. I pressed my back against it, my head tilted up and gazing at the ceiling.

I could hear their muffled voices through the door, shaking my head I release a shaky breath while moving my eyes away from the ceiling. Something catches my attention, and my feet start moving on their own accord as I find myself walking toward my dresser. My hand reaches out and grabs the wooden picture frame that was settled on top. I glide my thumb across the glassed picture, looking down at the snapped memory.

A boy, the age of twelve, had his arm slung over the girl who seemed younger than him. He was looking down at her with a loving expression and a smile painting his lips, they both had brown hair; the girl’s a darker shade. She grinned widely ahead holding up a peace sign, her face resembling a look of pure happiness.

I was snapped out of my daze when something splattered against the picture, I watched as the drop of water trickled down a slow path on the picture, I glance up to see if there was a leakage in the ceiling but saw none. My hand instinctively reached up to my face, feeling wetness on my cheek that soon coated my fingertips, I then realized I was crying.

I chuckled humorlessly wiping my eyes as I place the frame back, having enough emotions for one night. I walk over to my bed not bothering to change clothes; slipping underneath the covers. Time slowed and I fell into a dreamless sleep.


“I think we’re set!”

Dad grunts as he lifted the last of the luggage into the trunk of the SUV, while I was facing the house remembering all the good times I had. My eyes scan the exterior, trying to memorize every detail and creak of it for when I close my eyes and think of home this image will pop up in my head.

"Bumble Bee!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, I didn’t have to look to know it was Dad. His large hand squeezes my shoulder once more as he sighs, his other hand on his hip while staring at the house.

"Masey, I love you!"

“I’m going to miss this place, don’t you agree?” he asks, looking down at me, his expression soft.

"Don’t leave me, big brother. ."

I shrug his hand off and turn away from him and the house, stuffing my hands in my back pockets.

“You have no idea,” I mutter.

I start walking towards the car, seeing Mom standing by the passenger door, her hands locked in front of her. She shifted her gaze behind me and nodded towards my form, most likely urging Dad to do something.

I hear a shuffle of movement, “Abigail look—”

“Can we just go?” I cut him off after I reach the car door. “We have a new home to get to, right?”

His shoulders tense and his jaw locks before he nods his head, I get inside, slamming the door shut. I hear both driver and passenger side open and close. I face the window, the car starting with a rumble and lurch forward, my eyes don’t shift as we drive away from our home watching as it gets smaller and smaller in the distance until it was gone from my sight.

I heave out a deep sigh, the glass fogging, and my mind clouding with thoughts.

“I miss you. . . Mason."

Maryland, here we come, seventeen hours from now; and we’ll be at our new ‘home’.

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