Hi guys,
This is my first story and being a huge fan of the TV show Chuck, I thought I'd try and write a fan fiction for it.
If you have time, tell me what you think and if there are any spelling or grammar errors
Disclaimer: I do not down Chuck.
Dear No One Who Loves Me,
People sometimes look at me and wonder how I got so messed up; they look at me and wonder what could have made a sweet little girl like me look at the world in such a depressive way.
They sometimes wonder if I am going to tell them.
I'm not.
Mother thought she would sent me away, I think he wanted it too, I hope he could see me falling apart; I hope that somewhere inside his head, he felt guilty.
I doubt it.
He knew the game that I was forced to live in for the better half of my life was going to be over soon, so he tried to get rid of me, the only other player, probably thought he would have won that way.
He would have won anyway.
Mom always wondered why I was so, messed up, I think those are the words she used.
What really happened to make me like that never crossed her mind.
She thought it was bullies, she thought that a few kids that were naïve as they were young were content with making me like the way I am.
She was wrong, only I didn't tell her this, because her idea was the best idea ever, at least it was to me.
I once saw a documentary about a psychopath you know, there was a picture, he had blank eyes and was staring at me like he owned the world, only I knew he wasn't really looking at me, just having his picture taken by the cops, but to me it felt like he was staring at a lonely eight year old girl watching a small TV way past her bed time.
That was ages ago, but the image has stayed with me, and when I looked into his eyes I would try and copy that same blank look masked within is his face.
Last week mother thought up an idea, the idea.
He didn't want to move, he had a nice job and good friends, he wanted to stay where he was, so mother thought she would just send me away, to people I have never meet before, strangers pretending to be family.
I said it was okay, I thought it was good idea, so I told her it would give me a chance to meet new people and maybe get a tan.
She looked at me, her face scanning mine, to see if I was lying, to see if the reason that I was acting like I was, turned out to be a little bit closer to home then she thought.
She looked away though, a small smile on her face at the thought if a house free of small children that get in the way of cooking and cleaning.
He went along with it, he had to, he wanted to.
So calls were made and a week later found me in an airplane seat, travelling at around 565 mph sitting next to a man who keeps shooting me odd looks.
Yes, I am flying on my own; nobody wanted to fly the journey which could involve me being kidnapped, killed and or tortured.
Sometimes I have to be reminded that people love me and when that time comes, I have to think, I have to wonder whether are being truthful or construing a lie carefully designed to trap me, to l force me in a cage, a cage smaller than the one I am already in.
I am going to visit my cousins Chuck and Ellie, I have never meat them before, but Ellie is my mother's niece and when they were both younger, they I am told they were pretty close.
After I was born and she and he got together they lost touch, almost, at least, they still call each other once a while and send photos of there growing families to each other.
She knows what I look like; I don't know what she looks like, mom didn't show me her picture, all she said that Ellie was a doctor, married and was happy.
She didn't tell me much about Chuck either, only that I would be living with him and his roommate because there was no space anywhere else.
I didn't mind as much as I should, I guess I could lock the door.
When the plane landed, like all planes did, we were all alive, no one was hurt and no one was crying out for there lives, I would say that was a good thing, but part of me was hoping that the plane would crash land somewhere and we would all die.
It wasn't a very big part, but big enough for me to think of the aftermath of said crash.
The airport was big and I didn't know where I was going.
I stood in the middle of the exit to the gateway, luggage in hand and a fake smile on my face.
My cheeks hurt.
I felt like I wanted to cry, I didn't know why, maybe it's because I was scared, I could feel the fear creeping up inside of me, his face flashing in front of my eyes, a cocky grin shinning on his tanned face and even though he was hundreds of miles away I still wanted to turn away and run, I wanted to stop the tears that were running down my face, I wanted people to stop looking at me, wondering why a child was crying all alone in the middle of an airport.
It's was too busy, I needed to get outside and I needed to run far away.
I don't dare though, I was safer there then I am outside, people are were looking for me here, people knew my name and what I looked like, people would find me.
The smile has gone, and even though it was fake, I preferred it too the tears.
At least my checks didn't hurt anymore.
He was tall and had messy hair.
He was looking at me, worry written all over his face, followed by a blue eyed, blond woman.
"Hey," he walked up to be, I was intimidated by his height. "You're Lilly right?"
I nodded, my face going black when he reached out to put his hand on my shoulder, I moved away.
I don't like people touching me.
"Listen I'm sorry where're late, Ellie was meant to pick you up, but she was paged, something about a dying man, so she called me and I was with Sarah" he pointed to the blond women, "so we came and got you instead, by the way I'm Chuck."
He held out his hand, I wiped away my tears, pretending not to see his hand.
Sarah was looking at me now; I could feel her eyes on me and it made me feel uncomfortable.
I didn't like that feeling very much.
"Lilly, my name's Lilly."
We got into a car, I don't what type of car it was, I sat in the back and tried to answer the questions that the people in the front where asking me.
"So why did you want to visit?"-Chuck.
"Bullies."- Me.
"Didn't you have any friends?"- Sarah.
"No" – Me.
"How is Aunt Coral?" (My mother)- Chuck.
"Fine" – Me
It went on like that for a while, until the questions ran out and they both looked at each other, I looked out the window, not looking forward to meeting new people.
I just looked out of the window at the passing scenery; I even saw the sea, for the first time in my life.
It was, fun.
It took several hours to get from LAX to Burbank, California.
When we arrived to his home, I realized it wasn't as much as a house than an apartment complex based around a circular courtyard with a water fountain in the middle.
There were already several other cars stationed outside the apartments. Apparently, all of them were taken.
Wonderful, more people looking and wondering.
A woman in scrubs and a tall man stood out side one of the building, they had smiles on there face, and I wondered whether I should put back on my fake smile.
I didn't.
She tried you hug me; I didn't want to seem rude so I let her, a carefully masked face to hide the fear that was coming back.
"I'm so glad to meet you, Lilly! I remember the last time I saw you, you were just a little toddler, sorry about not being able to pick you up from the airport, I was called in."
The man wasn't listening; she hit him on the arm.
Not very hard, I don't think.
"Oh!" he started, then held out his hand, which was kind of big. "I'm Devon. But most people call me Captain Awesome."
I nodded.
A man looked out the window; he was cleaning a large gun.
A body stood in the way and I look up to see Sarah looking at me again, wide eyed.
"Don't mind Casey, he likes his guns." Sarah told me in a quite voice as Ellie had started talked to her brother about the journey from the airport to here.
"Well!" Chuck said loudly, interrupting the pleasant conversation. "Lilly must be getting tried; she has had a long trip so I will just go show her, her room."
Before we entered the house, Ellie called, "Hey, how about we have dinner together tonight?"
I was reluctant, but Chuck didn't notice, why would he?
"Sure! That'd be great!"
Don't worry, I write again later.
Love Lilly.
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