Creatura by Nely Cab Page B

population here is Hispanic.”
    He looked around the restaurant and nodded.
    “I pay no thought to things such as race, color, creed or social standing. Everyone is equal. Do you really think Deus intended this ridiculous segregation of mankind?” he voiced his bothered opinion.
    “I didn’t mean anything by it.” I was surprised by his reaction and thought he was reading too much into it.
    “It saddens me to hear you categorize and degrade yourselves into groups, as if you were the base level in the food chain. You are not animals, yet you separate yourselves in the same manner.”
    “You’re right,” I agreed, remembering an article I had read about an atrocious murder committed by a group of racist teenagers. “We segregate ourselves all the time, and it sometimes causes terrible outcomes. I’ll try not to do it anymore.”
    David smiled and ran his finger along my hand. “That would be lovely.”
     
    After breakfast, David dropped me off at home. Teatime was at three o’clock sharp, and he promised to be back for me by half past two. He said Nyx was expecting me and that I must have impressed her in order for her to invite me for tea. I wondered what delicacy she would prepare for the afternoon.
    Claire was doing laundry when I got home. I joined her in tidying up the house, before I told her I was invited for tea at the Chios’ house. Nearing the time David was supposed to pick me up, I freshened up and changed into my favorite spring dress. For this occasion, I wouldn’t be under dressed.
     
    “His mother must be quite a lady,” Claire said, folding towels. “He seems like a very respectful young boy; good manners are taught at home.” She handed me a pile of clothes to put away. “I like him.”
    “He’s okay,” I said modestly.
    “Are you kidding? He’s more than okay, isn’t he?” She nudged me.
    “Stop trying to trick me into saying I like him, because I don’t.”
    “You are so much in denial, it’s not even funny… it’s hilarious,” Claire laughed.
    “Whatever, Mother.” I rolled my eyes.
    “Listen,” she said holding up her index finger.
    I heard a car engine’s low rumble. I peeked through the blinds in the living room. I saw David’s black Maserati in the driveway. He stepped out of the vehicle dressed in a white, long-sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans.
    David rang the door at precisely 2:30 P.M.
    “That’s what you call punctual,” I said to my mother holding up my phone so she could note the time. “See you later, Mom.”
    “Not too late, honey. It’s a school night.”
    “I know,” I said letting myself out.
     
    “Hi.” My mouth formed a crooked grin as I looked into David’s eyes.
    David kissed both my cheeks. “You look exquisite.”
    “Thanks,” I said shyly.
    We didn’t exchange many words on the way to his house. He gave me a quick synopsis of his afternoon and I told him I had done some chores.
    As we turned the curve to the forested path on the estate, David’s face dropped. I noticed another vehicle in the driveway beside Nyx’s new Ferrari. A black Land Rover was parked next to Nyx’s car.
    “I can’t believe they would do this!” David slammed the steering wheel bending it in from the right side.
    I gasped at his sudden violent outburst.
    “My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said, trying to straighten the steering wheel with his bare hands.
    “What’s wrong?” I asked wide-eyed as I watched him mold the thick alloy of the steering wheel.
    His upper lip quivered as he spoke with clenched teeth, “I’m being placed under surveillance.”

 Chapter 4
     
    David placed his head on the steering wheel and breathed deeply. I would swear I heard him growl.
    “Hey…” I reached over and touched his shoulder. “Calm down okay? It can’t be that bad.”
    “Isis…” he placed his hand over mine, “I…” His face was full of angst.
    “You what?” I wondered.
    He shook and his head unwilling to