“Mom has a hunch about you and that prophecy you know,” he admitted. I raised my eyebrow “A hunch?” Emit smirked, “Yeah, said that we need to find the mystery woman in the prophecy. And when Mom heard about what happened from her friend in the Arter realm, she grabbed me and Jayden and rushed to get to you before anyone else could.” As he finished his explanation, a man walked up, “Hey, Junior, who’s this?” Emit rolled his eyes, “Dad, this is Rihanna Albania from the Arter realm. Mom brought her here.”

The man smiled, “Hello, Rihanna, I’m Eli Robertson.” He stuck out his hand. I hesitantly took it in a firm handshake, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Robertson.” He chuckled, “Please call me Eli. Son, I’ll be inside.” Emit nodded. I picked up my sketchbook and pencils. Emit reached for my book. As he reached, I slapped his hand off course, making him grab the chair behind me. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I question, pulling my arms closer to my body. Well, more importantly my sketchbook. “I- I- I was just trying to see your drawings?” He said nervously. “You see with your eyes, not your hands!” I hissed. He put his hand up in defeat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would be that protective of some silly scribbles.” 

I feel tears well in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let him know that got to me. The fact he had the nerve to call my realistic drawing “silly scribbles” tugged a string to the point of almost snapping. Art was the one thing always there for me. So this was the lowest blow I could receive from anyone. 

The only reason I didn’t show him the drawings was because it was like a timeline of my life. But most importantly it had a drawing of my parents in it. And I was not willing to explain that to him.

I brushed past him and rushed to the guest room. The tears spilling over the edge just as I close the door. I fall asleep clutching the sketchbook tight to my chest.