chapter three

chapter three

A Chapter by Miquela Eberly

I was awakened with a shake, startled i looked up to find Cyrus with a baseball bat
in one hand and a flashlight in the other. “what’s going on?” i whispered. Cyrus placed
a finger to his lips and motioned for me to follow. We crept down the stairs to the
bottom floor , where we heard a large crash coming from the kitchen. We slowly made
our way towards it. Cyrus tried to walk into the kitchen but i stopped him by placing a
hand on his chest. I pointed out a figure barely visible in the dark. I felt the muscles in
his chest stiffen, it suprised me but i quickly turned my attention back to the figure. As i
moved closer, I saw it was a man about 5’6”. I grabbed a glass that was on the counter
and brought it up to smash on his head, A noise alerted him to my presence and he
swung around, A knife glistened in his hand. He gabbed it towards me but i dodged and
he missed terribly. I kicked up hard and hit him squarly in the chest, he dropped to his
knees, gasping for breath. I brought the bottle down on his head, it shattered into a
million pieces and he swayed back and forth before I helped with a blow to the face.
The noise had awaken Richard, who standing next to Cyrus, shirtless and a pistol in his
hand. He smiled and told me i had done a good job, then turned and left. “ amazing
Caden,he didn’t even have a chance” Cyrus beamed. Cyrus and i walked back to my
room in silence
When we got back to my room I’d said goodnight and had begun to shut my
door but Cyrus stopped it with his hand. He had a strange look on his face when he
asked if we could talk. I stepped back to let him in. We sat down on the bed, “So what
do you want to talk about?” I asked
“Caden are… you, a girl?” Shocked and horrifed I realized my chest binding wasn’t on. I
lowered my head, unable to look at him. Strong, muscler fingers were slipped under my
chin, bringing my head up so i was looking at him. “I’ll take that as a yes then, why are
you pretending to be a guy?” i sigh and began to tell my story, he listened quietly
despite the content. “we should probably tell my dad about this”
“No! please, i dont want him to look at me differently because of my past”
“It’s ok, Cad- I mean Avalon, My dad knows you're a good kid. he wouldn't turn you
away because of something you were forced to do in your past or for being a girl" Cyrus
said placing a hand on my cheek.




© 2014 Miquela Eberly


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