The Demon Rolmar by Griffin A

Author:Griffin, A. [Griffin, A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2013-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

The sun glinted through the ivory shades of Ian’s room, waking him from slumber. He rose, stretched, and began to think about what the day might have in store for him. Ian swung his legs over the side of the bed and hopped off. He strolled out of the room and paused at the top of the stairs when he heard voices below.

“Not another word about it. You’re calling the police today. This has gone on long enough,” Grant said.

“He hasn’t been here that long. He stays for one day and you’re ready to throw him out,” Linda replied.

“Damn right I am. This is my house. And he is someone’s child. They’re probably worried.”

“Keep it down, would you? He may hear you.”

“I don’t care about what he hears!” he said, his voice booming on the last word.

“You’re impossible!” she yelled, and ran out the front door and into the morning mist. She went down the street toward the brush that covered a dead-end sign. On the other side of the thick brush was a clearing. Linda often came here to think. It was just a small field, but it gave her a sense of escape.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs.

Ian faced Grant. “What did you say to her?” Ian yelled.

“Nothing that concerns you.” The look in Grant’s eyes was colder than ever.

Ian grew emboldened by his concern for Linda. “You are cruel and petty in your small way. But you cannot fathom true cruelty,” he said.

“What does that mean? You’re just a little—”

Ian ran out the door before Grant could finish his sentence.

Linda sat on the grass under a large oak with her eyes closed. She tried to think about nothing. However, the sting of Grant’s words wouldn’t drift away. She kept trying to block out the thoughts, but they were too fresh to be squelched. Maybe I should go back. He was just so angry. It’s my fault. What was I thinking when I said Ian could stay? Grant has never liked children. She opened her eyes and saw Ian standing in front of her.

“You followed me?”

“Yeah. Mind if I sit down?”

“Not at all.”

He seated himself in a shady spot next to her and tried to think of something to say that would help the situation. He really knew nothing of these marital troubles and what appropriate conversation might be. For a long time they simply enjoyed the quietude, and the breeze would occasionally make its own conversation.

“Why is he so mean?” Ian eventually asked.

“Oh, he’s just angry,” she said, giving him a smile that hinted at the pain she felt.

“He doesn’t want me here.”

“That’s not true,” she tried to cover hopelessly. But they both knew the truth at this point.

“You aren’t happy with him.”

“No, you’re right. But let’s keep that our little secret,” she said smiling. Linda noted how the shadows from the tree canopy danced on his face as the breeze blew. His hazel eyes were bright with concern. He really must care about how I feel.

“Don’t worry.

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