The Boy From the Basement; Book One

The Truth

            The next morning I woke up feeling rested for the first time in a long time. I did not have any dreams last night and it felt great. I could get used to sleeping like this—never waking up in the night and sleeping until morning. With my messy hair and baggy sweats, I head down to the kitchen. I was prepared for a serious conversation with my parents but in the kitchen I found Billy and Nick. My father was making pancakes. I pull my sweatshirt close to myself when I noticed Nick staring at my camisole.

            “Morning sweetheart.” He says and Bill waves at me. I give him a half smile and sit down. I wondered if Nick and Bill were here because they had something to tell us. Where was my mother though?

            “Where is mom?” I asked. My father smiled and place a chocolate chip pancake on my plate. I started buttering it up.

            “Your mother went with Jane for some girl time.” He says and I wasn’t sure what my father had planned. I still didn’t trust him—not after what I saw him do. I still shiver when I think about it. I wondered if the boy was in the basement now. I didn’t see any wolf or other animals down there.

            “Okay. Why are they here?” I point to Nick and Bill. They frown slightly at my highly annoyed voice. I was in no mood to play games.

            “You will see. Why don’t you go upstairs and change after your done eating?” My father told me. I rolled my eyes and pushed my plate away. I stood up without a bite and left the room to change. I wanted to know now, not later. I put on a pair of dark wash denim jeans and a shirt along with boots. I let my hair fall in natural curls and I went back downstairs. My father was still in the kitchen and Nick had water in hands.

            “Take a seat Estelle. We should talk.” He says taking a seat down. I know this is what I was waiting for—I just thought my mother would be here to tell me with my father. Maybe it was a father-child type of thing?

            So my father started in with the dreams I was having. He told me that I wasn’t crazy which was a massive relief to me even though I heard it last night.

            “Your great grandmother, Ruby was a prophetess as are you.” My father says to me and I just laugh. Nick also laughs as well because it sound ridiculous. I think it made more sense to say that I was simply crazy.

            “Yes, a prophetess. I told your mother to talk to you about this but she insisted that I tell you.” I nod slowly and I am still trying to figure out where Nick and Bill fit into all of this. 

            “It is known that prophets have the same dream until it actually happens.” That made me pause a bit. My dream was exactly like what happened to the boy in the basement. I also didn’t have any dreams last night but that has happened before. My father looked at me and he had this knowing look on his face.

            “Let’s say I believe you. What does this have to do Nick and Bill?” Nick sits up a little straighter. I wonder if he is just as confused as I am. It looks like it and Bill just has a serious look on his face like my father does.

            “Estelle, Nick, your father and I have been friends since we were children. Our parents were friends as well as are parent’s parents.”  That I didn’t know and I waited for my father to elaborate some more.

            “I am the leader of our clan and Bill is my second in command.” A clan? Nick and I share a look of confusion. So my father was the leader of a clan?

            “A clan?” Nick asks. Bill and my father nod.

            “And what does this clan do?” I ask with a roll of my eyes. “Beat random people in the basement.” I think to myself. My father crosses his arms and he is upset with me about how I am not taking this seriously. I could just tell by the look he gave me.