Divided We Fall

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Chapter 14 (v.1) - Chapter Fourteen

Submitted: September 21, 2019

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They traveled in silence. Erik didn’t know what was more uncomfortable, the silence, or the few awkward, choked words that made their conversations. 

Raquelle hadn’t said anything at all since the incident, just glared at him. Erik wasn’t sure what to do about that. He didn’t know what he could say to her, he didn’t even know exactly what her problem was or why she was shooting daggers every time he looked. 

Lola used to do this, when she was mad. It sent sparks of overwhelming loss through Erik. They just couldn’t move fast enough. He wondered what they were doing to her, but as soon as an image formed he blocked it out, shaking with horror that it might be reality. 

He glanced at Emilia. Their conversations were always at night now. Pretty much everything they did besides eat and walk was at night.

Emilia caught him looking and sent him a weary smile.

He responded with a gesture of hands that basically said, Well? What do I do?

Emilia shrugged in response and looked at Raquelle, who was ahead by at least twenty feet. Her face was stone determination, hard and unmoving. 

Erik sighed. She even had the same rage face as Lola. 

Erik instantly woke to the sound of shattering glass. 

He glanced around, but Lola wasn’t there. Panic flooded his body. He jumped up and looked around. The sound came again, from up the stairs of the old abandoned mansion. 

Erik ran up the stairs and looked opened the door to see Lola, surrounded by glass shards. 

Their mother’s china. The last thing they had of her. It felt like someone had ripped his heart open. He looked at Lola, who glared back with stone-cold fury. 

“I suppose now you’re going to yell at me,” she had said, unalarmed. “Well, go ahead. See if I care.”

Erik stepped in the room, trying to avoid the glass shards. “What happened?” He asked, trying to keep the alarm from his voice. 

“I smashed it.”

“Why?”

Lola didn’t answer. Her gaze dropped to the floor. 

“Lola.”

She didn’t respond. 

“Lola, look at me.”

The girl was stubborn, and she did nothing. Erik could see her body tense with defiance. 

“Why would you do this?”
Now she looked at him. “Because it’s not real,” she whimpered. 

“What’s not real?”
Tears pricked her eyes. “All the stuff Mother taught us. About God and Heaven. It’s not real.” A tear slid down her cheek. 

“How do you know?”

“Because she always said God loves you. He takes care of you. She said the people in Heaven watch over you. She said she would. And obviously she’s not, if we’re living like this.” She gestured to her dress made from an old curtain and his scrappy clothes he had stolen off a clothes line. 

“The Bible says not to steal, not to hurt, that God will take care of you. But he isn’t, and that’s why we have to steal!” The tears were coming fast. She walked to Erik and grabbed the knife from his belt. “Kill me with it. Now. I don’t want to live like this anymore.” She was sobbing now. 

Erik pulled her close and pried the knife from her cold little fingers. “I’m not killing you, Lola. You don’t mean you want to die.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. We both have had times where we want to die, then something happens, and we decide it’s worth it to live.”

“But if God’s not real, then how, Erik? How is it worth it to live?”

“He’s real. Heaven is real. Our parents are watching us right now.”

“Then they’ve really slacked off on their parenting skills.”

Erik didn’t know why, but this made him smile just the slightest bit. “They will help us, Lola. If we believe.”

“It’s hard to believe.”

“Damn right it is.”

 

Erik felt something that snapped him back to reality. He turned to see Emilia, who had gripped his hand. “Are you okay?” She whispered. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“What are you going to do about you-know-who?”

“I don’t know.”

Emilia sighed. “Seriously? You have nothing?”

“Yeah, Emy, I do.” His voice was sharper than intended. 

“Sorry. I’ll let you figure it out.”

Erik didn’t know how he was going to figure it out. He didn’t even know if he wanted to. What was he supposed to say? 

“Oh, Hi, Raquelle. Listen, I’m sorry me and Emilia did… you know what while you were out getting food.”

He shook his head, thinking. He didn’t want to figure out how to apologize now. He wanted his sister. So he pushed Raquelle away, and started to run. 

Erik just stared, unable to say a word except the curse he whispered under his breath. “Emy!”

 


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