8 min read
Grounded
September 11, 2017
The night had fallen, and all was quiet within the Rothmore household. Reuben had gone to bed, and Ryder...well, he had talked himself into yet another late night magic session in the woods behind the house. With his phone in hand, his spellbook in the other, he snuck down the hallway, into the kitchen, and out the back door. Past the gazebo in their backyard was a small fence, which was easily hopped and then there he stood, just about one hundred feet from the edge of the forest where Reuben would go for his morning runs.
Being born of a wild forest mushroom, Ryder felt drawn to the forest, especially at night. During the day, he hated to leave the house. But at night, the frei thrived. He was able to practice alone, in the dark, with nobody to bother him. It was his little escape from whatever reality he was living in.
Though, he did know that Reuben didn't approve of his late night excursions in the past, telling him to always let him know; but he was asleep, and the raevan didn't want to bother him. Thus, he just left, keeping his door closed, knowing full well he wasn't technically allowed to leave the premises without permission. But to him, when the forest called, the frei would come.
The iPhone lit up in the distance, though the frei wasn't paying any attention. He was too focused on a new spell, trying to perfect his imaginings movements. Flowing movements were important after all, especially when fighting. Preparing another monster for the battle training with Xiu was very important to the frei. Out here in the dead of night, he could be as loud as he wanted, bothering nobody. There was no way Reuben would allow such a monstrosity at the house, no way in hell.
Again, the phone lit up, this time signaling an incoming call; but to the caller's dismay, it was not answered. The device sat situated on a nearby log, along with the spell book the frei brought. The frei was far too busy dancing around, hands flailing to control the hands of his monstrosity. It was a magnificent thing, magic. But Ryder's precise focus did not falter by an illuminated screen.
Hours passed and Ryder, devoid of energy, cast away his imagining, deciding it was time to return home. He floated over to the log and gathered his things, clicking the power button on the phone he noticed a very long list of notifications. Texts, missed calls, voicemails, all of which came from Reuben and Calista. The time: 4:24 AM. Ryder's eyes widened with each swipe of his thumb across the screen. So many messages. How did he get so carried away? He was gone for...almost five hours.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath as he clicked the power button, blackening the screen of his phone, shoving it anxiously into his pocket and quickly floating through the forest back home.
Being born of a wild forest mushroom, Ryder felt drawn to the forest, especially at night. During the day, he hated to leave the house. But at night, the frei thrived. He was able to practice alone, in the dark, with nobody to bother him. It was his little escape from whatever reality he was living in.
Though, he did know that Reuben didn't approve of his late night excursions in the past, telling him to always let him know; but he was asleep, and the raevan didn't want to bother him. Thus, he just left, keeping his door closed, knowing full well he wasn't technically allowed to leave the premises without permission. But to him, when the forest called, the frei would come.
The iPhone lit up in the distance, though the frei wasn't paying any attention. He was too focused on a new spell, trying to perfect his imaginings movements. Flowing movements were important after all, especially when fighting. Preparing another monster for the battle training with Xiu was very important to the frei. Out here in the dead of night, he could be as loud as he wanted, bothering nobody. There was no way Reuben would allow such a monstrosity at the house, no way in hell.
Again, the phone lit up, this time signaling an incoming call; but to the caller's dismay, it was not answered. The device sat situated on a nearby log, along with the spell book the frei brought. The frei was far too busy dancing around, hands flailing to control the hands of his monstrosity. It was a magnificent thing, magic. But Ryder's precise focus did not falter by an illuminated screen.
Hours passed and Ryder, devoid of energy, cast away his imagining, deciding it was time to return home. He floated over to the log and gathered his things, clicking the power button on the phone he noticed a very long list of notifications. Texts, missed calls, voicemails, all of which came from Reuben and Calista. The time: 4:24 AM. Ryder's eyes widened with each swipe of his thumb across the screen. So many messages. How did he get so carried away? He was gone for...almost five hours.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath as he clicked the power button, blackening the screen of his phone, shoving it anxiously into his pocket and quickly floating through the forest back home.
As Ryder approached the front door of his home, he noticed every light in the house was on, even though the sun had yet to rise. Exhausted from his training and nervous from his missed messages, he glanced down at the knob on the door. Did he dare enter? He knew he was in trouble. He didn't even have to listen to any messages to know that. The quick glance he had taken at the messages before his trek home was enough to alert him of the impending doom that awaited his return.
With a heavy sigh, he turned the knob. As the door opened, the house was empty. Reuben wasn't there to greet him, and Calista hadn't come over either. But before he was even able to close the front door behind him, Reuben barrelled into the living room, a very angry look on his face. Ryder hadn't ever seen the man scowl like this before, it was so unbecoming of him.
"Where the hell have you been!?" a loud tone filled the room, only to be followed by utter silence. "I left you countless messages! What the fuck were you doing, Ryder!?" the man continued to yell when no response was made.
Ryder took a deep breath, physically shaking in fear and anxiety. He had never been yelled at before, not like this. But he felt so ashamed. He just didn't even know how to respond. Reuben had never cursed at him before, he had only heard that kind of speech directed toward Calista. First for the fiasco with Evan at the bookstore, and now directed towards him. But being the brunt of the anger was the worst feeling in the world. Ryder couldn't help but stay silent, the tension in the air growing with each second that passed.
"Answer me, dammit!" Reuben said, closing the gap between himself and the frei, crossing his arms in the meantime.
The frei hung his head in fear, anger, and worst of all, shame. He clenched his grip on his spell book, tears welling in his eyes. "I-I," the frei's words cut off by the slamming of a hand on the nearby table, causing the frei to flinch back in fear.
"You what!? Thought you could sneak out yet again and get away with it? You deliberately ignored my calls and texts, aunt Calista's calls, and failed to get back to me whatsoever! You had us both worried sick about what could have happened to you! Have I not told you never to leave the house without my permission? Have I not!?" the guardian yelled, still furious.
"Y-you...have," the frei muttered between soft sobs, trying to keep an averted gaze from his guardian. The frei was all alone. No muses came to his defense. Even Alice stayed silent.
"I know I have! And yet you deliberately went against my wishes and left anyway! Not even a text saying where you're going!"
"I'm...sorry," the frei whimpered, tears now trickling down his face.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, young man," Reuben said, standing tall, eyes glaring towards his charge. "You're grounded."
Ryder looked up, not sure what to make of the word his guardian just said, the first time he saw those piercing blue orbs staring, what seemed to be, right through him.
"That means no cell phone for the rest of the month, and you're not allowed to leave the house unless I'm with you. Not even if you tell me where you're going. You have lost that privilege."
The frei's sadness turned to anger in that moment. How on earth could this man be so cruel? Not allowing him to leave without him, the toadstool could deal with. But no phone? Now that he had had the luxury of a cell phone the past month, he didn't want to give it up! A glare shot up towards Reuben who stood there, one hand outstretched. The frei knew what he wanted. He wanted to take his phone away from him. The frei wiped what tears were on his face and he no longer felt ashamed of what he had done. All of that had turned to anger. He slowly went into his pocket and brought out his cell phone, holding it out for his guardian to take.
As the man yanked the phone from the frei's grasp, anger boiled up inside of him. Keeping silent, however, knowing full well that whatever came up after this would just make the situation worse, the frei began to float off towards his room.
"You'll get this back earlier if you're good. Stay in your room," the man said, shoving the phone in his pocket and watching his charge float off to the room, only to hear the slamming of the door behind him.
The instant the door was closed, Reuben felt ashamed of how he had acted. He felt like his father, how he was yelled at, screamed at even, for the littlest of things. He hated his father and their relationship worsened because of how he was treated. Now, with the realization of what had just occurred, Reuben felt like he was turning into his father.
The guardian slumped into the couch, head hung in his hands and tears welling up in his eyes. What had he just done? Yelled at a poor, innocent soul. Sure, he was angry because Ryder hadn't followed through and hadn't listened, but he vowed never to treat his raevan the way he was treated as a kid; but looking at this situation, he had broken that vow in spades.
Instead of apologizing, taking back what he had said, giving the boy a more reasonable punishment and maybe a firm talking to, the guardian left things as they were. After all, the shop needed to open in just a couple of hours, and Reuben had yet to even get his day started. He was too stressed out about the night's occurrences to do anything but worry. Though now that Ryder was home safe, Reuben could begin his day, hoping that the rest of this Monday would go more smoothly than how it began. He would deal more with this situation later.
With a heavy sigh, he turned the knob. As the door opened, the house was empty. Reuben wasn't there to greet him, and Calista hadn't come over either. But before he was even able to close the front door behind him, Reuben barrelled into the living room, a very angry look on his face. Ryder hadn't ever seen the man scowl like this before, it was so unbecoming of him.
"Where the hell have you been!?" a loud tone filled the room, only to be followed by utter silence. "I left you countless messages! What the fuck were you doing, Ryder!?" the man continued to yell when no response was made.
Ryder took a deep breath, physically shaking in fear and anxiety. He had never been yelled at before, not like this. But he felt so ashamed. He just didn't even know how to respond. Reuben had never cursed at him before, he had only heard that kind of speech directed toward Calista. First for the fiasco with Evan at the bookstore, and now directed towards him. But being the brunt of the anger was the worst feeling in the world. Ryder couldn't help but stay silent, the tension in the air growing with each second that passed.
"Answer me, dammit!" Reuben said, closing the gap between himself and the frei, crossing his arms in the meantime.
The frei hung his head in fear, anger, and worst of all, shame. He clenched his grip on his spell book, tears welling in his eyes. "I-I," the frei's words cut off by the slamming of a hand on the nearby table, causing the frei to flinch back in fear.
"You what!? Thought you could sneak out yet again and get away with it? You deliberately ignored my calls and texts, aunt Calista's calls, and failed to get back to me whatsoever! You had us both worried sick about what could have happened to you! Have I not told you never to leave the house without my permission? Have I not!?" the guardian yelled, still furious.
"Y-you...have," the frei muttered between soft sobs, trying to keep an averted gaze from his guardian. The frei was all alone. No muses came to his defense. Even Alice stayed silent.
"I know I have! And yet you deliberately went against my wishes and left anyway! Not even a text saying where you're going!"
"I'm...sorry," the frei whimpered, tears now trickling down his face.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it, young man," Reuben said, standing tall, eyes glaring towards his charge. "You're grounded."
Ryder looked up, not sure what to make of the word his guardian just said, the first time he saw those piercing blue orbs staring, what seemed to be, right through him.
"That means no cell phone for the rest of the month, and you're not allowed to leave the house unless I'm with you. Not even if you tell me where you're going. You have lost that privilege."
The frei's sadness turned to anger in that moment. How on earth could this man be so cruel? Not allowing him to leave without him, the toadstool could deal with. But no phone? Now that he had had the luxury of a cell phone the past month, he didn't want to give it up! A glare shot up towards Reuben who stood there, one hand outstretched. The frei knew what he wanted. He wanted to take his phone away from him. The frei wiped what tears were on his face and he no longer felt ashamed of what he had done. All of that had turned to anger. He slowly went into his pocket and brought out his cell phone, holding it out for his guardian to take.
As the man yanked the phone from the frei's grasp, anger boiled up inside of him. Keeping silent, however, knowing full well that whatever came up after this would just make the situation worse, the frei began to float off towards his room.
"You'll get this back earlier if you're good. Stay in your room," the man said, shoving the phone in his pocket and watching his charge float off to the room, only to hear the slamming of the door behind him.
The instant the door was closed, Reuben felt ashamed of how he had acted. He felt like his father, how he was yelled at, screamed at even, for the littlest of things. He hated his father and their relationship worsened because of how he was treated. Now, with the realization of what had just occurred, Reuben felt like he was turning into his father.
The guardian slumped into the couch, head hung in his hands and tears welling up in his eyes. What had he just done? Yelled at a poor, innocent soul. Sure, he was angry because Ryder hadn't followed through and hadn't listened, but he vowed never to treat his raevan the way he was treated as a kid; but looking at this situation, he had broken that vow in spades.
Instead of apologizing, taking back what he had said, giving the boy a more reasonable punishment and maybe a firm talking to, the guardian left things as they were. After all, the shop needed to open in just a couple of hours, and Reuben had yet to even get his day started. He was too stressed out about the night's occurrences to do anything but worry. Though now that Ryder was home safe, Reuben could begin his day, hoping that the rest of this Monday would go more smoothly than how it began. He would deal more with this situation later.