Nephilim- Urban Fantasy- YA Feb 2, 2019 19:00:19 GMT -5
Post by sarahc on Feb 2, 2019 19:00:19 GMT -5
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The tree house looked the same as it always did; a little crooked, a little old, but like an oasis in the middle of a desert.
Aly pushed the plank of wood that covered the hole in the fence back into place, pushing the strap of her bag back onto her shoulder as it slipped. Brushing down her skirt, she sighed and walked over to the large tree that sat in the centre of the garden, the dying, overgrown grass tickling her ankles.
Like always, she paused at the bottom of the ladder and stared up, steeling herself for the climb. It did nothing to ease the hammering in her heart as she gripped the rungs tightly and lifted herself onto the lowest one. A low, steady beat drifted down from the tree house, and Aly had no doubt of the source. It was why she was here after all.
Pulling herself upwards, Aly climbed the ladder, bag swinging against her hip as she moved, the wind blowing her blond hair into her face. She reached the top after a minute or so, clinging tightly to the edges of the door as she moved onto the solid floor.
Joseph was sitting in the far corner, hitting a hammer repeatedly against the wall of the tree house. He was hunched over and muttering to himself, the hammer creating dents in the wood.
‘Are you trying to demolish the place?’ Aly asked, pulling her bag off her shoulder and setting it down on the floor.
Joseph glanced back at her, eyebrows creased together and his jaw tense. He threw the hammer into the opposite corner, the tool clattering against the surface. ‘Impossible.’
Aly pulled herself further into the tree house. ‘Why the S.O.S?’ she asked as she settled into a seated position, rearranging her skirt as she did so. It was their way of saying that they needed to talk. It was rare they sent an S.O.S text to each other, but it worked.
The tree house was their standard meeting place, ever since Aly had gone to Joseph’s house crying after an altercation with a group of kids from school. It had been a part of Joseph’s garden for years, with a thick wooden floor and three windows, two of which were boarded up. The door had been removed years ago, and the floor creaked in places whenever someone put their weight on it. Despite it’s flaws, and Aly’s fear of heights, there was something about the small space that made Aly feel safe.
His words said one thing, but Aly caught the glare Joseph threw out the window. She glanced out, towards his house and nodded. No doubt he had had another argument with his mum. In the two years she had known Joseph, his mum and his house had been off limits. She never bothered to ask why. Aly wasn’t one for deep conversations, and Joseph rarely liked to share. They fit well together like that.