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˗ˏˋ andrea madden'ˎ˗
FLASHES OF BRIGHT camera lights are the first things to hit my eyes as I walk out of my warm plane into North America. I haven't been here in years, and somehow it doesn't feel foreign. Instead, I can picture the image of three children giggling together, running through a field. A memory, I recall to myself. I feel at home, yet it also feels distant.
I didn't expect a group of people – journalists I believe – to be documenting my arrival. I knew it was anticipated, but I thought the Reestablishment destroyed any evidence of it. The first lie, I tell myself. God, what did I get myself into?
My answers are provided when I hear a gunshot ring through my ears. Screams. Blood.
I continue walking down the stairs without a grimace or flinch. Showing fear is not strong. It isn't what a Chief Commander does.
"Welcome, Andrea." I hear him mutter, his grin malicious. "I must apologize for the mess. These people know better." Anderson greets, the culprit for the crime sitting in his hands. Of course. Then he turns to face his son, whom I also look at.
I can feel my breath be taken away. Although I had just seen him earlier this week, being reunited so quickly wasn't planned. I pulled my hand up, allowing him to shake it. It sits still for a second, air tense, but he eventually meets mine and greets me.
"Very nice to see you again, Miss Madden," He coos with his sinister smirk. He acts as if he knows everything, and it makes me furious. I never expected for him to turn into this person, but I guess I don't know him well enough to make assumptions.
"Likewise, Warner." I grin back, adding a nod to perceive myself with a genuine attitude. Last thing I needed was Anderson reporting back to my father that I was a bitch to his son. I still don't entirely know what I am doing here, but for the sake of our reputation, I act like I know everything.
"Let's get it going, children." Anderson said, breaking our hands up with his arms. He then wraps it around our shoulders, guiding us forward towards the elevator.
