Author's note: I wrote this scene as a thank you for all of you wonderful, wonderful readers and fans of
the Dating an Alien Pop Star universe. I hope you enjoy it! **This takes place many years before the timeline
of Dating an Alien Pop Star**
Griffin loved to sit in his mother’s room when she got ready for events. When he’d been younger, she would perch him on the countertop by her mirror and decorate her face and hair while he watched, but of course over time he’d grown a bit too big for that. At seven years old (ten days ago!), he preferred to sit in one of the room’s two high backed chairs instead, feet swinging below him, and watch with rapt attention as his mother rushed about.
Tonight was no exception.
“Where are you going tonight? Can I come along?”
Mum’s eyes met his from her reflection in the full length mirror. “I’d love to bring you, little one, but it’s not safe tonight.”
Father had mentioned a lot of ugly words earlier to Mum, things that sounded frightening but unfamiliar. Something was happening, something that meant Griffin couldn’t play outside for a few days and he needed to stick close to Mum. He didn’t mind, of course, since Mum was fun and didn’t get cross with him when he misbehaved.
“What will I do while you’re gone?”
“Oh, you’re going to spend time with Ezza!” Mum said.
Ewww. Ezza was boring and talked about science all the time. He never had any fun at all. “I don’t want to. I should come with you instead. I’ll keep safe, I promise.”
Mum spun around in a flurry of white fabric. She always wore this white dress when she went to events with Father, and Griffin thought she looked like a goddess. Maybe she was. After all, his father was Emperor President, and that meant he was the most important man in the world.
“Now listen to me,” Mum said, swishing past him, “Ezza can teach you about the universe, you know. He can show you wonderful things, if you’d listen to him.”
Griffin pulled a face. “Those people from the other planets are so far away! And none of them visit us.”
“But they might, one day. And you might visit them.”
“I don’t want to. Ezza said you have to hold your breath so long that you almost die when you go to another planet.”
Mum laughed, picking up a silver pin and pushing it into her dark hair. “That’s not true. He’s just playing with you. I’ve been to many other worlds and they were beautiful.”
She might have said something else, but a noise crashed into their lives, a noise like one of the lightning storms, and then strangers arrived, all of them wearing red uniforms with gold patches on the shoulders. Griffin had never seen them before, because everyone he knew wore white or black, and he’d never heard anyone say anything with as much hatred as these people did.
He stood, frozen, in the middle of the room as the red uniforms swirled around him. Mum ran towards him, shouting for him to leave the room, but he couldn’t force his legs to move. Someone grabbed his arm and Griffin panicked, flailing about and managing to slip his arm out of the man’s grip. He ran towards his mother and the strangers who had closed in on her.
“Leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone!” he screamed, hitting them as hard as his open palms and curled fists would allow, but no amount of rage in his heart seemed to do any damage against the much larger attackers. Griffin could hear his mother’s voice, even through all of the confusion; she told him to run away, but instead he fought and scrambled his way to her, dropping to his hands and knees at one point to crawl through until he could take hold of her in his shaking arms. “Leave us alone,” he said, pressing his face against her, but then he felt an arm around his waist and he was hoisted up, away, his grip on her lost.
Griffin kicked and yelled and slammed the back of his head into the man holding him, but he was rewarded only with a slap upside the head that sent bright lights to his eyes. For a second he was flying and then he was falling, his back colliding with his mother’s bed. Griffin snarled and leapt up, biting the first hand that came at him. He tasted blood in his mouth and bit down harder, but this time the strike he took to the head left him dazed and senseless on the bed for what felt like an eternity.
“You little bastard,” someone said, and Griffin opened his eyes to find one of the strangers holding a knife. Griffin twisted away, but the man pinned him down with such force that Griffin could barely breathe. “You know what happens to naughty little boys who see things they shouldn’t see?”
“I hate you!” Griffin screamed, with whatever was left of his lung capacity. He’d never used that word before, because he’d never known what it meant, but he knew now. “Leave us alone, I hate you!”
The big hand grasping his face held him trapped in place as the knife came closer and closer. Griffin squeezed his eyes closed, but fingers against his left eye pried his eyelids open again. He couldn’t escape and could barely wheeze a little air into his lungs.
“I’ll take this eye first,” the man said, gleeful. “And let you see it before I take the other one. Maybe I should stuff your mouth with your eyes, how about that? Think you’d shut up then?”
Another crash, a shout from down the hall, the sound of approaching footsteps, and finally the man released Griffin, ran away. Griffin coughed and spluttered until his lungs didn’t burn and pushed himself off the bed with shaking legs. The room felt as if it was growing and shrinking around him, too bright and too dark, and too loud. He looked around without direction, before his eyes finally fell on his mother. Blood. Lots of red-black blood.
Halfway to her, Griffin was stopped once again, this time by his father. “Mum,” he said. “Let me see Mum! Let me see Mum, Father.” Father handed him off to someone else and Griffin was whisked away from the room, left only with the sight of his father kneeling beside his mother and a dozen bodies spinning around them, hitting each other, fighting, falling, as if in some evil dance…
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