Chapter 75

Emeralds POV

I walked to the building to give them some privacy. I opened the double doors and saw a huge game room. There was a pool table, a ski hockey table and ping pong table with a big tv on the far right wall. A black couch sat a good few feet from it, there was a bar sat in the corner and a bunch of bar stools just sat around the tables and bar area. There were even fresh flowers in here as well. The room was painted white to give it an airy light feeling. I was actually really surprised for how tasteful the house was considering for so long it was technically a bachelors pad.

“Are you remembering a lot?” Asked Jeremy as he picked up a pool stick.

“Actually yes. My memories haven’t flooded my mind. They have been coming back to me one by one. I am actually surprised that I blocked off most of the memories because they are of me being so happy. Like I have memories of dad playing tea party with me, painting his nails, running around the house on his shoulders. I mean so many happy memories. I guess it just confuses me.” I sighed grabbing a pool stick.

“I mean, if you were mad at your mom back then too, you might have just blocked out all the memories by accident. You probably felt so strongly about your mom doing those things with me and not your dad that you blocked out those memories subconsciously.” Jeremy said as he broke the balls.

“I guess. But so many memories are happy. It’s so weird though that the rest of place is so desolate, so dead, so to speak.” I said.

“It creeps me out. It shouldn’t because he does seem so nice. But to know that he could go from being so nice to being that cruel and mean.” He said.

“I think seeing the dead people or bodies stuck in the tar was the worst thing to see. Knowing that was their punishment for trying to escape is actually terrifying. Like to know you are stuck forever in that tar, that, that is where you know you are going to die, to spend the last moment sucks.” I explained.

“I feel like he did that as a message to others obviously. Like you see what happens when you try to escape kind of thing.” Said Jeremy.

“I get why he does have the other islands of hell basically.” I said.

“Do you remember any of those memories, visiting the other islands?” Jeremy asked.

“I remember one but it is just fuzzy.” I said trying to remember it clearly. I took my turn and explained my fuzzy memory, “I remember sneaking onto the boat without him knowing. He had a bunch of men with him in armor. So I guess that was his warriors. We went to one island and had everything from barbed wire to booby traps. Once we walked through the gates I saw the buildings that were there but they were so small. They were small enough for a desk, paperwork and a chair. That’s it. We went through the door that led downstairs the stairs. Down the stairs it led to nothing but long hallways and doors that were made not only out of iron but some weird blue electrical wires that looked like live wires. I remember walking past one and seeing a young woman in one, a man in another. Then I remember everybody stopped at a certain doorway. I stopped behind the edge of a hallway. My dad had asked ‘do you know why you were brought here?’ I don’t remember hearing a response and that’s to any question my dad asked. I just remember my dad telling them, ‘you will die here. Rot under my care. You had your chance at a long life eternally. You missed out. Now your powers and eternal life will be sucked out of you. You will die as an old man. No food, no water, just your thoughts to occupy you. Goodbye.’” Then I remember one of the guy trying to rush at the bars but it did no use. He only burned and hurt himself. I had just started to back up when one of the people in the cells tried to talk to me. They were telling me how they were innocent and didn’t belong in here. But that’s when my dad noticed me. That night he gave me a scolding on to never ever follow him back in there. He never told me who they were but now I realize they must have been gods.” I explained.

“Man what a cruel way to go. Well, I know better than to screw up.” He said.

“Yeah they had to have been gods but I don’t remember which ones or anything. They didn’t have a name on the outside of the door or anything.” I said.

“You know what though?” He asked.

“What?” I asked as we took turns.

“I am glad to know that your childhood was amazing. That he took the time out of his day to be both parents to you.” Jeremy said.

“I am too. At the same time, I really hope my mom understands how much she missed out on.” I said.

“You think your parents will get together and want more kids?” He asked.

“Ugh, no. I don’t want to even think about it. They are fine with just me.” I said with attitude.

“I was just wondering.” He said.

“I mean are their other god, goddess’s who have kids that are far apart in age?” I asked.

“Not that I know of. It was rare for even us to have been born as twins let alone two kids far apart.” He said.

“I understand.” I said.

“Do you remember getting scolded or in trouble a lot as a kid?” Asked Jeremy.

“Actually, no. I don’t remember getting in trouble that often at all. My dad always tells me I was such a good baby. I wasn’t that adventurous or anything. Once dad told me something was dangerous, I didn’t try it again or go near it. I stayed put.” I said.

“Yeah you are definitely the opposite of us.” He laughed. “My dad would say the same thing but I would still do it.”

“You would.” I laughed.

My dad and mom walked in. My mom had stopped crying and looked better than what she did earlier.

I asked politely, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m okay not. I think I was just overwhelmed, shocked, disappointed, mad and obviously all at myself.” She explained.

I nodded as I saw my dad’s arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively.

“I have a question.” I said as I held my pool stick.

“What’s that?” Asked my dad.

“Are you guys going to try for another kid?” I asked.

My dad choked on nothing but air as my mom’s face dropped in shock and surprise.

“Um, no.” My mom said recovering more quickly than my dad, “Just because I missed out on your childhood doesn’t mean we would have to kids just to make up for that lost time and start over. I wouldn’t want to do anything that made you uncomfortable or upset.”

“I was just wondering. I mean I knows it probably none of my business but I was curious.” I said.

“I don’t need another child to start over. You came out so perfect and I couldn’t ask for anything better. So my answer is no.” She said. “Chad?”

My dad who still looked shocked but recovered finally from it, “It is true that you had come out so perfect. I do not need another child to make me happy. I want you to be comfortable and okay with any decision. I mean how would you feel about a little sibling?”

I could tell he asked more for the curiosity of my answer. I thought about it though. “No I’m sorry. I don’t think I would feel comfortable with another sibling.”

“Then that is what it is. We do not want to make you uncomfortable with anything.” Said my mom.

“Thank you for that.” I said as Jeremy walked over and rubbed my shoulder since I had become so tense with the conversation.

They watched us since we were almost done with our game.

We took turns finishing up our game of pool until we heard a huge thud outside.