Ivory's POV
Instead of saying anything, I kept quiet, hoping the blonde woman didn't hear it. When I noticed she went on with her work, seeming unfazed, I realized she didn't hear it.
"What are we going to do? Mom will be home in a few more minutes" Reta whispered, leaning back against the b,as of the cabinet "we're dead"
"I kno-" Ian was cut off with a sneeze, coming a thousand times louder than the first noice he made.
This time, I knew for a fact she heard it considering she got straight up from her seat, moving away with her eyes on where we were. I was quick to move away, wishing she didn't see me peeking through.
"Ivory?" She asked, making me question if I knew her "I saw you, get out"
I saw both Ian and Reta staring at me, all of us knowing there was no other choice. Opening the door, I got out with them both following behind me "hi" I mumbled.
"Let me guess, you were snooping around here?" She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes into a glare.
"I know this looks back but to not what it looks like. We didn't go through anything here" Reta stepped forward, speaking.
The blonde waited for a few seconds before letting out a sigh "your mother isn't going to like the fact you're here"
"She's not home yet and she won't know if you don't tell her" Ian had a small smile on his face, hoping she wouldn't snitch on us.
"She'll be home within a few minutes" the woman spoke.
"We know" Reta replied, knowing we only had a few more minutes.
"Are you allowed to go out?"
"Yes?" My reply came out in more of a questioning tone.
Instead of saying more, she walked over to the computer she was once working on, pressing a few buttons "tell your mother you went out" she kept her gaze on the screen as she said the words "she wouldn't know you moved the couch. I moved it back"
She turned towards us but the look of frustration was still plastered on her face "you probably have a lot of questions" no one said a word so she continued "do you know what happened in the facility you were quarantined in?"
"No" I answered honestly, knowing I knew nothing about the tests they kept running on me for years "how do you know about that?"
"Well, I've been studying that" she continued "and since you know about this" she gestured towards the whole place "I guess it wouldn't be such a big deal if I were to tell you"
"About what?" Reta asked, cutting in.
"Come with me" the blonde woman let out, walking towards a door, but we stayed still and she seemed to take a note of it "what?"
"Stranger danger" Ian stated.
"I'm not a stranger, trust me. If I was your mother would've never let me in here" she opened the door "come with me"
I saw Reta hesitating, before doing as she was told and walking over. I watched as Ian followed after with an unsure look. Knowing I had no other choice but to follow, I went after them, through the door.
The room had beautifully painted gray marble designing. There was a white, round couch placed in the middle of the place with a small glass desk placed in front of it "this is the common room... you can sit down"
"Thanks" I mumbled, walking over to the soft couch. The black carpet on the floor complemented the whole place, I could tell as I walked by. Once we had sat down, the blonde walked over to the imprinting couch on our reflecting side.
"You must be confused" it sounded more like a statement than it did like a question "okay, let's start from the beginning. My name is Carla and I'm a geneticist"
"Wha-"
"A geneticist is a biologist who specializes in the genetics department" she answered Ian, before he could even ask the question fully "I have a masters degree and yes, I'm experienced"
"Are we going to ignore the fact that you live under our house" Ian kept cutting in, though Carla didn't seem to mind.
"Yes- no- I- it's complicated" she stuttered on her words "moving on, I'm from Texas and I move here for research"
"So, are we just listening to your life story now?" She ignored Ian, continuing on.
"Anyway, I am currently working on a small project for your mother"
"I knew it she's a gaicits"
"She is not a geneticist" Carla corrected "she's a petrologist"
"A wh-"
"A petrologist is someone who studies rocks. Now, can you please stop interrupting me" Ian stayed quiet "thank you... your mother needed some help from me, that's why I'm here. I know I shouldn't tell you this but I feel like I need to so... Ivory, remember when they ran a bunch of scans on you?"
"I wish I didn't" I answered, still not that fond of how I had spear half of my life.
"Well... when they did research on you, they had doctors come in and help" she went on "your mother and I found out that they knew exactly nothing about what was going on so we pulled you out. She wanted to keep you under close watch, whether she told you or not. Like I said, I was a geneticist so technically speaking I was brought here to lend my knowledge to her for you"
"So what? I'm still being tested on?" The words went out, before I could stop them, not that I was planning to.
"Trust me, it's not that bad"
"How is it not bad?" I asked her, thinking I was only here to live a normal life "I thought I was here to continue where I left off, not be your lab rat"
I trusted them...