December

"Psssssst, Addie." These were the words that startled Adelaide Weaving from her peaceful sleep on Christmas morning. "C'mon kiddo, up and at 'em."

Suddenly her room light switched on, brightness flooding Addie's room in an instant as her mother, Lorraine, bounced across the room to sit on the edge of her bed. Addie groaned and tried to cover her head with a pillow which was quickly ripped out of her grip.

"Jesus, Ads. Most kids wake the parents up on Christmas morning." Lorraine teased as Addie sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, moving over to allow room for her mother to join her.

"It's still dark outside. It's not even six am." Addie yawned as she checked the time on her phone. "Is anyone else even awake yet?" Addie had gone to sleep in a full house on Christmas Eve. Her father, her sister, Julia, Julia's fiance, Michael and their daughter Sophie were most likely sleeping blissfully like she wished she was.

"No, not yet. But that's because I wanted to give you your first gift before everyone else was around." Addie's mother grinned with an almost childlike excitement as she produced a small, perfectly wrapped gift box and held it towards her daughter. Addie smiled at her mom as she took the box in her hands, and shook it by her ear. "You know how we took that trip to San Diego last month for your track meet?"

"Great nachos." Addie nodded, remembering when they'd stopped at a dodgy looking food stand on the roadside. "We should go back sometime."

"They were great nachos." Lorraine agreed as they sat side-by-side, "Great nachos and a great soundtrack, right?"

"You do have exceptional taste in music." Addie stated and watched as her moms eyes lit up. Lorraine Weaving had a mix tape for everything. Since she was a little girl, Addie had grown up in a house where her mother played her CD's and records from the moment she woke up until the second she went to sleep. Her father and sister were both very practical, with their heads constantly in their work, financial files for her dad, economics textbooks for her sister who'd recently graduated college. Addie and Lorraine were the creative one's in the family. Lorraine, though a doctor by profession, could proudly name every single by The Smiths in order. Addie liked to draw. She never went anywhere without a small sketch book and a pencil in her purse, but she never allowed anyone other than her mom or her art teacher see her work.

"Well, I got an idea while we were on the road home. I was going to wait until you're birthday but June's too far away. I thought it could be something we share." Lorraine motioned towards the box, telling Addie to open it.

"Well, if I'm going to open this I'd actually like to see what I'm looking at." Addie laughed, "Can you pass me my contact lenses?"

Once she'd popped them in, Addie made to pull off the ribbon and she almost didn't want to tear the delicate looking paper. Biting the bullet, she ripped it off in one and lifted off the lid. Inside she found four CD cases, none with covers. Taking one in her hand she flipped it over and found a list of tracks in her mom's handwriting.

"You've probably heard some of them before." Lorraine smiled fondly as she watched her daughter's eyes smile as she read the backs of the disks. "Some of them are songs I think you'll really like, others are ones that I listened to when I was your age. I thought we could listen to them together. Music's to be shared."

"This is really great, thanks mom." Addie smiled up at her mother and leaned into her side. Addie leaned her head onto her mother's shoulder while Lorraine distractedly pulled her fingers through the ends of her daughters hair, glancing up at an image that had caught her eye.

"Working on something new?" Lorraine asked as she studied the mural Addie had been painting on the back of her door. Brilliantly green vines rose from the bottom, intertwining with one another as they traveled upwards with white blossoms painted in great detail every now and again.

"Hmmm, yeah I guess." Addie mused as she took her eyes off of her gift to follow her mothers gaze, "It's not finished yet."

"It looks great." Lorraine squeezed her daughter's shoulder and gave her a look of pride before turning back to look at the door. The two of them sat there side-by-side, with their eyes on the door, jumping slightly when it creaked open.

"Oh shit." Lorraine swore rather loudly, she covered her mouth while Addie laughed when they spotted a head of wild blonde hair that matched both of theirs peer into the room.

"Grandma, Aunt Addie?" Four year old Sophie called from the doorway, standing in her pink flowery pajamas and holding a little teddy bear in her arms.

"Good morning monkey." Lorraine smiled as Sophie toddled over towards them and climbed up to join them in Addie's bed.

"Is it Christmas now?" she asked sleepily as she pointed down at the empty gift box. "But mommy says it's not Christmas while it's still dark outside, so I've not to wake her up. It's still dark."

"Tell me about it." Addie snorted as she let her niece squeeze in between her mom and her. She shared a knowing look with her mom, typical Julia had figured out a way to give herself an extra few hours of sleep on Christmas morning. Pointing towards the window she continued, "But, y'know, if you look out the window really hard I bet you could see a little bit of the sun. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I see it! I see it!" Sophie squealed bouncing up and down.

"Well then, it must be Christmas!" Lorraine exclaimed as she stood up, lifting Sophie in her arms and twirling her around. "Come on, let's go wake your mom." she gave a mischievous look towards Addie, rolled her eyes before following them out of her room and towards one of the guest rooms where Julia and Michael were about to receive their wake up call.

What was left of December and the first two weeks of January consisted of Addie and her mom listening to the tracks on her CD's one by one. It seemed as though every song that was played held some sort of story for Lorraine to tell, and Addie couldn't get enough of them. They spent hours at a time listening intently and discussing song lyrics or hidden meanings. They got so wrapped up in their shared love of music that on more than one occasion her Dad, Robert had lovingly had to inform them at one in the morning that Addie had school the next day.

As Addie didn't have her license yet, she relied on rides from her parents to and from school. She had just gotten out of a particularly tough track team meet and was waiting by the curb for her mom to pick her up. Tapping her foot she waited impatiently for her mother to arrive, knowing that her mom had the late shift that night starting at eight, therefore they only had an hour or two to listen to their CD's before she left.

Standing outside Beacon Hills High in the cold January weather she waited. And waited. Five minutes stretched into thirty minutes. Then an hour. Eventually after an hour and a half of waiting on her mom, a furious Addie stomped out of the parking lot, livid that her mother had forgotten her. She headed for home, normally she could of run the eleven miles with no problem but her heavy bag and tired legs prevented her from doing so.

What Addie didn't know was that at the same time she stormed home, her mother was being pronounced dead by the towns coroner. A car that had lost control on the road and hit one of the many trees lining the road through the woods. A few day's later the local medical examiner informed the devastated Weaving family that Lorraine had been suffering from a very small aneurism in the left side of her brain. A volcano which had chosen that exact moment to erupt.

Angry at her mom, Addie kicked up gravel as she walked the bending road bordering the woods on her way home. Just up ahead she saw the flashing lights of a few police cars, and curious she craned her neck as she walked closer for a better look. Looking at the red car wrapped around the tree, Addie thought offhandedly that it would make quite a good drawing. It wasn't until she was a couple of feet away from the vehicle that she noticed it's similarity to her mom's.

What were the odds?

As she reached a standstill she narrowed her eyes, trying to read the mangled number plate. It was then that her stomach dropped. As if someone had punched her in the gut she doubled over and proceeded to vomit her lunch back up.

"Excuse me Miss, you can't be here," a soft, but stern, voice came towards her, she could only see his shoes. She looked up and took the tissue that he held out for her. Her breath was coming fast and irregular as she once again looked at the car. Then her eyes moved rapidly, watching an ambulance take off. No flashing lights. Not an emergency.

"My mom. That's- that's my, my mom." she mumbled, before her legs gave out and she collapsed into the arms of the Beacon Hill's town Sheriff.

It was widely accepted by all that Lorraine Weaving had died due to her aneurism. What nobody at the scene noticed were the three scratches that ran deep along the length of her cars front bumper. Almost claw like, you could say.

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