Through the Archway

Chapter Twenty-Five -- Part Three

Rebekah raced to her bedroom as soon as Thomas and her father had departed. She was still numb in shock. But she was certain about one thing. She had to warn Evelyn and James that Thomas was planning to murder their parents. She would have to find some way to help her parents and David's mother on her own.

She stormed into her room, the doors slamming behind her without her needing to turn around. She was fuming, terrified, trapped. She raised her left hand to eye level and pulled the ring with her right, determined to rip it off her finger and throw it out of the open window. It wouldn't budge. She screamed in fury and kicked her bed, but it only made her feel worse.

Rebekah sat on her bed, nursing her stubbed toe and stared out her window, watching as snow fell lightly. Some of it landed on her windowsill, but the rest floated down gracefully landing hundreds of feet below. She wished she could fall, too. Maybe then she could run away. Her parents would assume she had died, but by the time they found her, she would be in Sylvain.

Shaking her head helplessly, Rebekah looked away from her window. She wanted more than anything to travel somewhere else, but the thought of David not being on the other side was like a jab to the heart.

He's gone, she thought sadly, He'll probably never come back. Just like Max. Rebekah slid off of her bed, onto the floor. The wood was cold, but it jolted her to reality, gave her a sense of being alive.

The wind picked up outside. Rebekah ignored it, and focused on her hands. Light appeared within them, and she let it float up toward the ceiling. After a few moments, her room was filled with the little balls of light.

She had no idea why she had done something so odd with her powers, but the effort made her weaker. Maybe she would be able to fall asleep at last.

Rebekah stared at a ball of light above her. As she scrutinized it, it began to grow bigger and brighter. She swiped it away; there was no more putting it off.

Rebekah lunged for her Tablet, determined to do something about Thomas. Evelyn and James's contact photos appeared on the screen, and she pressed the screen, hoping beyond hope that they were available. She held the device to her ear — it rung out. She dialed again.

"Come, on, come one, answer!" She muttered angrily. She typed them a message, her fingers flying over the keys.

It's Rebekah,

Please answer. It's urgent.

For a moment, there was nothing. The silence stretched out into infinity as the orbs Rebekah had created continued to drift lazily around the room. Then, Evelyn appeared. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept in days.

"What is it?" Evelyn asked at once. "Did you find anything about David?" Rebekah shook her head.

"No, listen —" And she told them everything that had happened, from Thomas proposing, to his plans to murder their parents. Evelyn stared at Rebekah and her eyes widened to circles. Rebekah finished talking, relief washing over her in waves. Evelyn would know what to do, she was sure of it.

"Rebekah," Evelyn began, "You need to get over here. Now." The screen went black.

Rebekah didn't waste any more time; she grabbed her coat and made toward her window, placing her hand upon the archway. The glass vanished, and an icy wind blasted her in the face before the clearing in Sylvain took the snowstorm's place. Evelyn and James were waiting in the middle of the clearing, huddled around something that Rebekah couldn't see.