Page 15 of The Wronged Omega

I wiggled my eyebrows, then dove into setting up the Kindle. Odie went outside, not saying another word to me. I couldn’t wait to pass some time in a made-up world before Ellie and Cy invaded the quiet.

Chapter 8

Mine

“I’m bored. When are they getting here?” Ellie whined while she knelt on the couch with her forehead touching the window.

“Stop that.” Cy threw a pillow at her from across the room.

She had been in and out of here, doing who knew what, all day. Odie was the same. I couldn’t tell if this was their norm or if we were causing a disturbance and they were avoiding us as much as possible.

The morning chat with Odie helped me feel a little better about the situation I was in, but I still needed information about the Primarchy and why Ellie didn’t seem to have control of her abilities.

Ellie flopped onto the couch, bouncing off of the cushion before harrumphing and collapsing over into the pile of pillows and blankets next to her.

“What am I supposed to do? You guys don’t have games, you won’t let me go on a walk, and I can only mess around on my phone for so long.” I grimaced at the high pitched tone of her voice.

“We do have games, and I never said you couldn't go on a walk. One of us has to be with you. Go bother Odie, and have her take you trail running or something.” Cy ran upstairs to what they mentioned was their offices and some storage.

I tried going up there earlier, but I was swiftly dragged off of the stairs. That only meant I would be sneaking a peek later tonight after they went to bed.

“Running sucks!” Ellie yelled so Cy wouldn’t miss a single part of the riveting conversation they were having.

Lunch was a few hours ago, and we had leftover stew made from fresh game meat and all sorts of veggies. It was delicious as was everything else Odie got her hands on. The middle of the day came and went, and still there was no one in sight delivering Ellie’s and my things. Although she was told they’d be here, I wasn’t convinced. There wasn’t a big need on her end, but I had nothing, and maybe they wanted to keep it that way.

Running is the worst, but I could go for a hike. Where is Odie anyway?

“Outside somewhere. Want to go hunt her down and annoy her?”

I thought you’d never ask.

Ellie and I jumped up and exited through the front door, knowing outside wasn’t the freedom it felt like.

Odie wasn’t on the porch or anywhere easily seen, so we walked around the house, enjoying the cool fall air.

“They need trackers so we can find them more easily,” Ellie said as we came around the front again.

The back porch was clear, and she wasn’t in the garage either. There was no sound that clued us in to where she was, and even though they’d never agree to it, Ellie was right.

If they aren’t going to keep a better eye on us, let’s go on a walk. That will annoy them plenty.

“Good idea, but we should probably avoid the road.” She glanced back at the road that turned into their driveway. I certainly didn’t want to be around here when whoever showed up, so I agreed.

Making our way back around, we walked straight into the forest that surrounded the cabin. The sun was blocked by the massive trees, and the ground was covered in nettles and small bits of grass here and there. It was peaceful and made me really want a nap.

“What did everyone do before TV and cell phones? I’m bored with both.”

They talked, played games, went on walks, read, and found random things to amuse themselves.

“So exactly what I suggested we do, but Cy brushed me off. Great.” She sounded sad as she kicked a rock into a tree.

Yes, it was more than that though. I made her stop because a lot of words were coming her way, and I wanted to make sure she got all of them. Initially, the average person was too busy, so their free time was limited. Then we got free time, and leisure activities were free or cheap, so people went to the movies, went on road trips, that sort of thing. Now, we don’t have time, money, or activities like that available to us in the same way. It’s simply a different time, and a lot of people don’t understand that.

“Uh huh, I got the gist of that.” She blankly stared at me for a second. “Each generation has their thing, and the generation before likes to judge that on repeat.”

Yep, those who don’t learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.

We started walking again, keeping our path as straight as possible so we didn’t get lost. Not that it mattered. Cy was probably hunting us down already, anxiously hoping we didn’t step into a booby trap I didn’t think was actually out here, not in the way they insinuated.

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