Fumes-Igneous

I sit on the couch in the lavish cabin I was brought to. There are so many things out of the norm here for a home in the woods that I am instantly uncomfortable. My father’s phone has been ringing non-stop as he talks on it. My mother is sitting on her laptop as she types repeatedly.

The Captain as well as one of his deputies waits outside to ensure I don’t escape. They have the television on but as I look no one is even glancing at it. I grab the remote and turn it off not wanting the background noise.

We have only been here for a few moments, and I am already itching in my skin to get out of here. I miss the quiet peace of being with Magma. As my thoughts flare to her I wonder how she is doing. I hope she hasn’t begun to get cold yet. In my warm state I tug at the collar of the shirt my mother insisted that I put on. It was the last thing anyone has said to me since we entered this place.

How are they going to get proof so I can leave. They would have to pretty convincingly fake a document that says that Magma and I have tied the knot. Married. Who would have thought that someday I would have a wife. I smile as I think of it.

When I was with Sophie the thought of getting married always had me on edge. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to marry her. It was just that I have no idea how we would have lasted. I shake my head to clear the reasonings beginning to form for comparing her to Magma. No one could ever be her.

“So, it would seem that you are behaving like a spoiled child and giving us the silent treatment, son” my father says. Instead of giving him and answer I roll my eyes and cross my arms. It doesn’t escape my attention that my mother has stopped talking to see if I will speak. If I remember correctly she would soon make a comment by how this was for my own good.

“Oh Igneous. We are just trying to do what is right for you. What kind of life could you have living with those people. You aren’t even the same species. You belong with us, your own kind. Someday you will see that” she conveys.

I rise from my seat on the couch and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I drink it in a rush needed something to occupy my tongue, so I don’t lay into them. I know that when my body heats so does my anger. If I have learned anything about dealing with my parents, it’s that they don’t respond to anger. They would just call it a tantrum and ask me to leave the room rather than deal with it. Actually that’s not a bad idea.

“What do you know about what’s best for me. You haven’t even seen me in over three years. Every time it was I would called you. You never even reached out to me on your own. Now, here you are after all this time and what’s the first thing you do? You take me away from the woman I love. And it was all to prove a point that you could always get your way” I say with so much venom they both jerk in their seats at my tone.

Holy shit. I love Magma. Why couldn’t I just see this before all this happened. I may never get to see her again and I haven’t even had the chance to tell her. I refill my water and take it back to the couch so I can enjoy the looks on their faces as my anger rises more. However, they feel would serve them right for forcing my hand.

“Love? How could you even love someone who turns into a monster? How could you even marry it? I’m telling you now Igneous, you will regret this” she scolds me.

“Regret? Now that’s something that you would know a lot about. All you have done your whole life is work for him.” I say jabbing a finger in my father’s direction. “You have never had a life of your own. You haven’t done anything in your life except for what he wanted.” I say with disdain.

“Now that is enough, Igneous. We are still your parents, and you need to have some respect. If you can’t show any, then you are dismissed” he says turning red and pointed to the wooden stairs.

Inside I’m fuming knowing that after all these years things still haven’t changed. My mother is quiet as he sends me away looking anywhere but at me. “Well, I definitely saw that coming. I bet it’s so easy just to let him send me away like the boarding schools and daycare centers. All so you don’t have to deal with me” I say as a departing blow.

I rise from my seat on the couch and stomp my was up the stairs. I go into the first bedroom I see and slam the door so they will since my anger. I rip off the shirt from my body and toss it to the floor happy to be rid of it. Removing it does nothing to quell the rising heat. I kick off the slippers on my feet and lay down on the bed.

Today has truly been a disaster. I really hope that they come up with something soon. I think the heat is moving faster this time. We definitely don’t have three days.