19 July 2012
Mum places her few bags filled with market merchandise in the kitchen On the work surface.
As I was half way up the stairs I looked down to see her eyes burning intensely at Dad "Truvius" mum calls out, I stop at the top of the stairs... Truvius that's Dad's name I have only ever heard her call him by his name once a very long time ago, no one calls him by his name, its either V or Mr la'Corbatine this was serious! At the top of the stairs I stomped to my room and slammed the door then I turned... I laid down and crawled across the landing for a good vantage point to listen, I liked crawling on the carpets thick fluffy pile, it was so soft.
I hear mum and dad exchanging limited conversation " honey you got a minute I need a hand with something" mum chirps.
"What's wrong with Adam" I hear dad quiz
"Something happened at the market" "Some kind of telepathy or something" "He hurt a little girl" As soon as the words leave my mothers lips a pain shoots through my heart and into my throat... Did I really hurt her? Am I a brain zapping monster? I wince at the thought of harming anything again, be it an ant or a person.
"what" "what do you mean hurt" Dad barks in disbelief almost as confused as me, his eyes shifting, searching, scanning his own mind for answers.
"Sue's daughter , one minute he was trying to talk to her, he said hello" "she was a bit shy, the next minute she starts screaming and complaining of a noise" "And Adam? What was he doing" Dad enquired. " he just covered his ears and said there was feedback" Just as mum finished her sentence "hahahaha - Feedback" uncle John ducks into the kitchen laughing "his first encounter with a girl and she is already giving him feedback John chuckles "that normally happens after marriage" he bellows, still laughing.
"John this is serious, he could have hurt her" mum snaps!
"No he's too young, too passive to have developed any telepathy" "this hasn't" Dad is composed and in deep thought as he tries to scan his thoughts he comes to a conclusion "no this hasn't happened to him before has it?"
"no, never" mum replies. Uncle John is shaking his head still amused with his gaff.
"John seriously, do you remember what Gifford had said of bonding?" Dad turns to quiz John.
"the boy has tried to bond" Dad and John both say in unison.
"V that's remarkable" John continues all signs of humour vacating his face.
"I thought Gifford said that females would bond... Unless the boy is gay or something" John splutters.
'Whack' Dad smacks John round the back of the head sending him into the hard stone wall of the kitchen "John focus will you" he snarls.
"Gifford said that when a female finds her mate she makes an attempt to bond and that they both experience feedback until they both lock frequencies" John rattles off word for word a phrase he has heard.
"Yes, Yes Adam said feedback he heard feedback" mum explains.
"Aww bless him he tried to bond with a regular human girl, you need to have a word with ya boy there, but 10 out of 10 for the early start" he sniggers. Then ducks as Dad lifts his hand as a warning.
Dad returns to his thoughts then shortly after he speaks "No Adam is always sure of his talents he is methodical and works out how to do things, he doesn't just fall upon a gift, he does nothing by accident and he wouldn't hurt a fly, he excersizes, trains, relentlessly he practices... Nothing he does is ever a surprise to him" " yes John he was in shock" mum concludes.
"What if it wasn't him?" Dad ponders with his thoughts stroking his finger against his smooth clean shaven jawline.
"What the girl you think she is one, that's impossible it can't be, we would know, there can't be two, not here! " mum's voice shifts from speculation to concern and back, confused by dad's train of thought as she deliberates.
"There is only one way to find out, Angelina invite the Leighton's over" dad politely instructs.
"they are the same age and to be honest at least that gives the boy the all clear in the homo department" John squeeked before ducking out the doorway, looking back at dad with a cockey grin.
The kitchen light is beaming straight down to Dad's face and I see his eyes change shape and colour In a flash, his body tightens like a cat ready to pounce. John looking back says "wo wo V" fumbling his words " it's wos a joke!!" he pleads.
Uncontrollably I sneeze and the whole house becomes a photograph still and silent. Busted! They know I'm here
"Maaam drink!!!" "pleease"
Earth Child - The Adam Chronicles (5) • Opuss № I