A/N: The chapter title is supposed to be Wel/come (Running) Home
Oh, and this is my first fanfiction written for sons of anarchy. So please bear with me. Also this has not been beta'd. I have run it through the spell/grammar check of the program I have on my computer.
This is about Cassandra Morrow, she's the daughter of Clay Morrow, and this is the first time she's in Charming since she and her mother moved away when she was one year old.
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I was in the kitchen to get me a bottle of water before I got ready to go to bed. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a green blouse like t-shirt, and my strawberry blonde hair was only going down to my shoulders, but it was in curls. However, when I entered the kitchen I wasn't alone. He was there. The man who owned the record label that had been trying to recruit me, but that wasn't all. I'd seen this man lurking around my house, and at the school where I was a teacher. I had no idea of how he'd gotten into my house, because I didn't have a spare key, except for the one I had in a drawer in the kitchen, and it was unnerving. He was making himself comfortable, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. I did not like it. It wasn't just creeping me out, it was making me furious.
"Get out! This is my house!" I said to him loudly, almost crossing over to screaming. He shouldn't be in my house. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. And his black hair was starting to turn grey in places. While I was almost screaming at him, he took a swig of the whiskey. This wasn't the first time I saw him. I didn't like it that he'd gotten into my house.
"Don't worry Cassandra. I'm not going to hurt you." he said in a soothing voice, trying to calm me down. He still held the glass in his hand, and moving it around a bit. I just looked up at his face. His blue eyes met my hazel ones. I was more mad than scared of him as of this moment.
"Max will hurt you," I literally screamed at him. Max was my Siberian Husky. I hadn't seen him yet since I got home, but I knew he'd come to my rescue. He always did.
"Oh, you mean that Siberian Husky. Don't count on it," he said as he put the glass down. I just glared at him for a moment.
"What did you do to my dog you asshole?" I screamed at him. That dog was all I had here that I loved. I had no family, I barely had any friends, beside my co-workers, and they didn't count.
"Stop yelling at me, I'm not going to hurt you." he yelled as he put his hands on my shoulders. He was obviously getting frustrated with me. I tried to shake it off, but he had a firm grip on my shoulders. He didn't answer my question about my dog, and it made me fear the worst. His outburst took me by surprise and stunned me into silence.
"Don't worry, I would never hurt you Cassandra. You're too precious." he said and I just glared at him. I had no idea what he was capable of, but I had an idea since Max still hadn't showed up. He would always show up when I was screaming. However, at that moment I just remained quiet. I didn't want to get hurt, and I didn't believe him when he said he wouldn't hurt me. He had tried before.
"Why don't we go upstairs?" I asked after coming back to my full senses, trying to distract him enough to get him to let go of me, so I could scurry up the stairs and to the telephone in my bedroom. Most of the time I loved my big house, but today was one of those days when I absolutely hated it. I was lucky, he nodded and let me go. I hurried up the stairs and into my bedroom, I locked the double doors that led into the room and then went into the bathroom and turned the water on. I then grabbed the phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" it was a woman's voice I heard in the receiver of the phone.
"I need your help, there's a murderer in my house." I said shaking from fear, I hadn't been scared of him at first, however when I saw the trail of blood going from the bottom of the stair toward the living room. That was when I realized that Max most likely was dead. My dog, my precious dog, and that were when the fear struck me. The man in my kitchen was capable of killing.
"The nearest police car will be there in fifteen minutes," she said and I just nodded. I hung up the phone and waited. It felt like an eternity. While I waited, I did my best to push the dresser to block the door. It wasn't easy. Just as I had managed to get it to block both of the doors, I could hear him trying to push it open. The dresser moved very little but it still moved. So I backed away from the door and dresser and then I heard how he started to pound on it. He was trying to get in. Hoping it'd keep him out until the police came. After a few minutes had passed, I heard the sirens of the police car. I couldn't tell if there was more than one. Not before long, I heard them break down the front door. That was when the pounding on my bedroom door stopped. That was all I noticed before I hear a softer knocking, and a woman's voice.
"Are you okay, miss?" I heard the voice through the door. It was a woman. I walked over to the dresser and pushed it so I could open one of the two doors.
"Yes." I said as I walked out through the door, meeting the police officer. I felt safe now that the police was here. It meant he wasn't. Or rather, it meant he either was most likely in the police car or had run off. I hoped that he was in the police car, so that I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
"We found a huge amount of blood in the living room, and a trail that lead out into the backyard. There we found a Siberian Husky," the police officer said as we were walking down the stairs. That was when I started to cry. My dog, he was dead. A dog I'd had for almost eight years.
"That would be Max…" I said and trailed off as the tears flooded my eyes. They were streaming down my face and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I loved that dog. He was a part of my family. The only family I had here in Boston. I didn't feel safe any more, well I hadn't felt particularly safe for the past two years. That was why I had a licensed gun. But tonight I hadn't been able to get to it. I kept the ammunition for it in my bedroom, but I kept the gun in a drawer in the living room. I needed to get away, I couldn't stay here any more. Not after he'd broken in and killed my dog, I knew this. And I knew exactly where to go. Back home, to my family. I followed the two cops out and watched as they drove off, I saw him in the backseat of the police car. He mouthed "You're next." to me. It made me even more determined to leave.
When the police car had driven off, I ran back up the stairs and into my bedroom. I was not going to waste any time in getting away. If I could get away fast enough, it'd be harder for him to follow me. I still had moving boxes lying around in the closet. I grabbed several of them and started to fill them with shoes, clothes and other things I would need. I also packed some memorabilia that I had. Photos and such. When I'd packed it all down, I packed my bag with money and my laptop, my gun and the ammunition and a few other items. I knew I needed to be on the road soon. Just in case, they let him go. I couldn't go through it again. I wasn't safe any more. I needed safety. I put my cell phone in my pants jeans pocket.
I packed five boxes and my bag, I managed to get two of the boxes at once and loaded them into the bed of my red old truck. The one my dad gave me for my 16th birthday. I had to take the rest of the boxes one and one, so it took me about half an hour to pack all five boxes into the truck. When I had done so I climbed in to the car and started driving, even though it was late. I didn't care, I couldn't stay. Not with my dog dead. I had my phone with me. However, I knew I'd have to get another phone. But not until I knew where I was going first. I wasn't going straight to Charming that would make it too easy for him to follow me. I was planning to travel a bit here and there first.
I knew that I needed to give my family some kind of heads up before I showed up there. So that night I drove for four hours before stopping and taking in at a cheap motel. When I had a motel room, I just grabbed my boxes and put them on the floor, by the door. I brought the boxes in to the motel room because I didn't want to be robbed. I dropped my back on the bedside table. After that I just crawled into bed and fell asleep. I didn't even bother to change into my pajamas.
When I woke up only five hours had passed since I'd gotten to the motel. I didn't care. I still got up. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep once I'd woken up. I turned over, lay on my back, and fished my phone up from my pocket.. It was six am. I didn't have the cell phone number of my dad's, however I did have his wife's cell phone number memorized. I had memorized her number after my mum had died. I liked having someone to talk to, someone that could understand me. I dialed it and waited for someone to pick up. While I waited I sat up on the bed and stared at the wall opposite of the bed.
"Jesus Christ," was the answer I got when the phone was answered after seven signals. I hadn't hung up, because I had to let them know. I recognized the voice instantly. It belonged to my dad's wife, Gemma. My step mom. This wasn't too surprising since I'd called her cell phone. "Do you know it's six am?"
"Yes, morning to you too. Tell dad I'm coming home," I said and hung up to phone. That was all the warning I gave them. I didn't want to give them any details yet, not over the phone, not this phone at least. I was going to get a new phone, a pre-paid one, which meant it would be untraceable.
As I was sitting on the bed, debating whether to get breakfast I wondered why it was so quiet. That was before it hit me again. He was dead. Max was dead. "I can't do this. It's too quiet. I need a dog. I've always had one." I said to myself as I got up from the bed. I walked over to the window of my motel room and looked out. The place looked worse in the sunlight. I just shook my head. My truck was still where I'd left it. I hadn't bothered changing last night before I'd gone to bed, so I was still wearing my green top and jeans. However I was barefoot. I pulled the curtains closed so that I'd get some sort of privacy while changing into clean clothes. A plaid blouse in black and white and a pair of jeans shorts. I decided to stay barefoot. I had rented the room for a week, so I didn't need the check out just yet. I grabbed my bag, which held my computer and wallet and a few other random items. I grabbed my truck keys from table where I'd left them along with the motel room key. Then I headed to my red pickup truck. It was nine years old, but it still functioned and I loved it. I put my keys in my jeans pocket, and my phone in the other pocket. However, before I started driving I realized that it was six am. I had a feeling that nothing would be open. I was right and wrong at the same time.
I got into the truck and started driving. I wanted to get a new dog, and I was sure I'd passed a pound on my way to the motel during the night. Before I started to search for the pound, I searched for a place to get breakfast. Not before long I found a bakery. I parked the truck in their parking lot and entered the bakery. It smelled deliciously sweet.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" an elderly woman asked me as I came up to the counter. I didn't say anything I just eyed the pastries and bread. The elderly woman's hair was silver grey and arranged in curls. She was wearing a white apron with pink flowers on it, and underneath it she was wearing a blouse and pencil skirt.
"I'd like a cup of caramel latte, and a ham and cheese sandwich." I said smiling slightly. I'm fairly certain that I looked like hell. I hadn't slept for more than five or so hours. I hadn't brushed my hair. However I did have a rubber band around my wrist. So while I listened to what I would have to pay I wrapped the rubber band around my hair and created a sort of bun.
"It's coming up. That'll be five dollar please." the elderly lady said and I handed her a five-dollar bill. She took it and motioned for me to go and sit down. So I did. I sat down by one of the windows. I put my bag on the chair next to me. Every time I went into my bag to get something I made sure to be careful so that the gun wouldn't show.
The elderly lady came over to me with my sandwich and latte. She was smiling this warm smile, it was infectious. I wasn't happy at all, yet I smiled. As I sat there I slowly ate the sandwich and drank my caramel latte. I managed to stretch the time out so that it was half past seven am when I left the bakery.
When I got out I climbed back into my truck and went to search for the pound that I knew I'd seen on my way to the hotel. It took me close to half an hour to find it. I had been right. However they weren't open yet. They opened at eight am. I sighed, even though it was only a few more minutes until they opened. On the opposite street I saw that there was a hair salon. I could see that they didn't open until nine am. But that didn't bother me. I was going in to the pound either way right now.
I locked my truck and headed over to the door of the pound. It was eerily quiet when I entered. I walked up to the counter where a young woman was sitting behind it typing away on a computer. She wore a nametag that read Corey. She was wearing a simple black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She glanced up at me.
"Hello, how may I help you?" she asked me in a sickly sweet tone of voice. It made my stomach churn.
"I'd like to adopt a dog," I said and the woman nodded. She got up from the chair she was sitting on and came around the counter. "If you follow me," she said and motioned for me to follow her. So I followed her. She opened a door, and I was hit by both the sound and smell of dogs. It made me smile. I walked along the cages and looked into each and every one of them. There was one dog in particular that got my attention. A German Sheppard. The dog wasn't old, it was barely two years old. But it only had three legs. I wondered if it could still walk.
"What's wrong with this one?" I asked and the girl from the reception didn't say anything at first.
"Oh, she was run over by a car during training to become a police dog. They did everything they could to safe the leg. But it was too badly damaged and no one wants her any more." the woman said. And I looked from the woman to the dog. I didn't care if my dog only had three legs. As long as she wasn't in pain.
"I want her," I said and pointed at the dog. She'd come up to the door of her cage. I smiled and squatted down. The woman nodded.
"Follow me and we'll fill out some paper work." I went with her and it didn't take long before we were done with the paper work. I had a new dog. When I'd signed the papers I had chosen a new name for my German Sheppard. I decided to name her after my stepmother, my dog's name became Gem.
When I had finished all the paper work the salon across the street had opened. I had gotten a leash from the pound, so I was keeping Gem in it. I crossed the street, and while I did, I kept Gem on a short leash to make sure that she wouldn't get hurt again. I didn't want to lose another dog.
When I reached the salon I opened the door. When the bell chimed I just smiled. It sounded wonderful. I poked my head in through the door while keeping Gem outside.
"Excuse me, is it okay if I bring my dog in?" I asked and the receptionist who was a man nodded. So I entered the salon. I went over to the waiting area and crouched down. I tied Gem's leash to a chair. "Now you sit here and be good girl." I said to her.
"So what do you want done?" the man asked me. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. Over it he was wearing an apron to protect his clothes from hair dye.
"I want to dye my hair dark brown," I said and he nodded and led me over to where they washed their clients hair. The salon was empty besides Gem, the employees and me. He washed my hair, and when he was done we went over to his station in the salon. As I sat in the chair I studied him in the mirror. His hair was dyed, because I could see the dark brown roots in his blond hair. He had magnificent blue eyes. But he was also old. I could see the wrinkles. While he was putting the dye in, I made sure that Gem was still sitting where I'd left her, and she was. I could see her from where I was sitting. I'd placed my bag next to her, and she was guarding it. I thought it looked cute. It made me aware of the fact that she'd had training. Sure the girl at the pound had said she'd been training to become a police dog. I shook the thought out of my head while I sat in the chair and waited for the dye to be done.
"Time to rinse it out," he said and I nodded and went with him. When he'd washed my hair once more we went back to his station. He cut my hair to remove the damaged tips and then straightened it out as he dried it.
"There you are." He said and he held up a mirror so I could see the back of my head to see how the hair looked. I nodded in approval. My hair was now a dark shade of brown, almost like chocolate.
"It's perfect." I said as I got up from the chair. It had taken almost an hour to dye all of my hair. But then again, I had quite a lot of hair on my head. I went over to the register and paid him. After I'd done that I grabbed my bag and the leash that was attached to Gem.
"Come on girl, let's go." I said to her, and out we went. I was still barefoot. The best part was feeling the ground, and the strange part was, no one had said anything about it to me.
As it was getting closer to noon, I'd driven back to the motel and parked my car there. However, I wasn't going back up to my motel room. I was going to go and buy things for Gem. So I decided to walk, so that I could stretch my legs, and let Gem stretch hers. Even though she only had three legs, she got around just fine. She could even get in and out of my truck fairly easy.
As I had bought everything I needed, I walked back to the motel, still with Gem in tow on her leash. I'd gotten her a new collar and leash, and I'd put it on her at the store. The collar was dark red, with a tag that read Gem. The leash was a matching red color. I thought it matched Gem's black and dark beige coat. I'd bought food for her, and I'd also bought two bowls for her, and an extra leash. I'd also bought a few chew toys, just to keep her from chewing up my shoes.
That night I slept a lot better. I went to bed at eleven pm, with Gem sleeping right next to me. It was comforting. I didn't wake up until Gem started barking at eight am the next day. I thought she needed to go out for a walk, but she'd been barking because there was someone out side the door.
"Gem calm down. It'd just the owner of the motel." I said to her, and she just looked at me with her big brown eyes. It made me smile. Even though she was missing her left hind leg, she was still sitting on the floor. It looked slightly funny, but I didn't say anything about it. I just walked over to her and put the leash on the collar.
"Let's go for a walk," I said and opened the door. She wagged her tail. It was interesting, ever since I'd met Gem the previous day, she'd taken to me instantly. It was quite strange. But I like it. I'd taken to her really quickly too. As soon as I'd seen her actually. Before I left the motel room I grabbed my bag, which still held my gun, laptop and a few other odds and ends. I had my keys and phone in my jeans pocket. I was wearing the same clothes as the day before, however this time I'd changed clothes before going to bed, and then changed again after waking up. It didn't take long before Gem had peed on a tree, but I kept walking, because I had a feeling that she would need to poop as well. And I was right. When Gem was done I grabbed one of the plastic bags I had with me just for this purpose, and fished up that dog poop. I tied to bag and dumped it in the nearest trashcan.
"You're a good girl." I said to Gem and gave her a liver treat. I'd bought some at the pet store yesterday. When we got back to the motel I poured water into a bowl and food in another bowl. Then I headed in to the bathroom to get cleaned off. When I'd showered I got dressed again. I had written down all the important phone numbers from my phone and then I'd dumped my phone in the same trash can I'd dumped the dog poop this morning. So now I was going to buy a pre-paid phone. Just because it wouldn't be traceable.
That was how my first week went after leaving my home in Boston. When the week was up, and Gem and me were used to each other. I left the motel. I started driving towards Charming. All the days were the same. Starting in the morning with taking Gem for a walk, then eating breakfast, and feeding her. Then getting in the truck, driving, and taking pauses here and there to let Gem pee and so I could do the same. She was always lying in the passenger seat, only so that I could keep an eye on her, and also because I didn't trust her not to fall off from the bed of the truck. Also it was easier to keep her hydrated when she was close to me. It took me three weeks to come close to Charming. And that was only because I was deliberately taking a detour. It was to make sure that my stalker wouldn't find me.
It had been a very long day for me today. It had all started with Gem barking like crazy. Someone had been trying to get into my hotel room at four in the morning. I had left Boston to go back home to Charming, the town I had been born in. I had five boxes of things, two were clothes, one was shoes and bags and the other two were just filled with books and random stuff. When I'd gotten up, I'd loaded all my boxes into my truck and then let Gem do her business before I let her settle down in the passenger seat with my bag of valuable things on the floor. I left the hotel area at five am and I drove up until eight am, and then had a pit stop for breakfast for me and food and water for Gem, and also a toilet break. This is how the rest of the day went. Every three hours I stopped to get something to drink and use the bathroom and feed and give water to Gem. As the day moved on I got closer to Charming.
As the afternoon continued to pass by, my red pick up truck decided to give up. I could see the smoke rising from the engine, the car was over heated. I managed to pull over to the side of the road before the truck gave up completely. I killed the engine, grabbed the keys of the truck, and put them in my pocket. I was wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a white tank top, with my crow tattoo fully visible on my left shoulder. My short brown hair was up in a sloppy ponytail, to keep the hair away from my face while driving, and I was driving barefoot. I refused to drive in high heels or flip flops, which where the only kind of shoes I owned. When I got out of the truck I left the door open and a few seconds later Gem had joined me at the hood of the truck. I popped it open and backed away as the smoke rose from it. "Jesus Christ." I said loudly. I fished up my cell phone from my pocket and dialed a familiar number. I would call it once and again to talk to Gemma. I listened while it rang.
"Teller-Morrow automobile repair shop, how can I help?" was the reply, and I instantly recognized the voice. It was none other than Gemma. I smiled and before I answered her question and moved over to the side of the truck, and sat down on the ground, leaving me with some shadow.
"Well I have a red pick up truck that is overheated and needs a tow," I replied as I petted Gem who'd settled down with her head in my lap.
"Let me know where you are and I'll send two of the guys to tow your truck, Cassie." I heard Gemma say on the phone. I just smiled, I knew she would recognize my voice, after all, since my mum had died I'd talked to her quite a lot.
"I'm on the highway just before the exit to Charming," I said and I got the answer that they would come by soon and pick me up and tow me back to the garage. I hung up the phone and shoved it back in to my pocket. "Well it looks like it's just you and me for a while Gem," I said as I bent down and kissed her between her ears. I was using my truck as support for my back as I leaned against it. It was extremely warm out, and so the shadow that my truck provided was a lifesaver. I couldn't say it was particularly comfortable having a warm dog's head in my lap, but since she was my precious dog, I let her.
When I'd been waiting for almost half an hour, I heard a truck pull up. I got up from the ground and dusted myself off. Gem had crawled in under my truck to get away from the heat, and she came crawling out while I was brushing off the dirt from my shorts and legs. Gem of course, being protective over me was barring her teeth at the other truck. "Gem heel," I said and she turned around and walked over to me. She settled down next to me, I was standing next to my truck and I'd closed the hood not that long ago.
Getting out of the tow truck were two guys, one who had a Mohawk and tattoos on both sides of his head, and the other one had a full head of dirty blonde hair. Both of them were wearing their cuts, over their garage shirts, however only one of them was a patched member. It was the Mohawk guy who was patched in. I didn't say anything about it.
"Get to work shit head," were the first words out of the mouth of the patched member.
"You know I can hear you right?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. Gem was sitting on the ground between my feet, watching the two guys.
"What? Half Sack is a grunt." was the reply I got, and the fact that Mr. Mohawk called the other guy Half Sack made me wonder if that was actually his name. If it was, then it was a weird name.
"What ever you say. Now shut up and get my truck towed," I said as I headed back to the driver's seat of the truck. I had no intentions of sitting in the tow truck with two guys who seemed to be morons. I'd rather sit in my broken truck.
"Gem, come on girl," I said as I opened the door to the truck. She bounced up into the truck and settled down on the passenger seat. I settled down in the driver's seat and watched as the two guys were working on hooking my car up to the tow truck.
As we reached the garage and they pulled to a stop I got out of the truck easily with Gem following me. "Touch my truck and you're dead meat," I said to the two guys that had towed my truck. I did not trust them to work on my truck, what so ever. With my dog trailing after me I entered office. I closed the door behind me when Gem had come in.
"Hi baby," Gemma said as she looked up from the paperwork briefly. She was wearing glasses, and she had blonde streaks in her otherwise dark brown hair. I smiled as I sat down on the couch. "How are you sweet heart?" Gemma asked me when I didn't speak and I just shrugged.
"Fucking truck broke down. It's a piece of shit, and nine years old." I said sourly. It was so annoying that it'd broke down when I was almost at my destination.
"The boys will fix it." Gemma said as she got up from the chair and came over to me. "I can give you a ride over to the house, so you can get settled in." she said as she got up from the couch. I cocked an eyebrow I had no idea that they'd set up a house for me.
"House? Did you buy me a house?" I asked Gemma and she just smiled. I couldn't believe her. I'd called her four weeks earlier, and she'd already set up a house for me.
"So, do you want a ride?" Gemma asked and I just nodded. I got up from the couch, went over to the door, and opened it. I watched as Gem ran past me. I heard Gemma pick up her bag, and she walked up to me.
"Do you have any boxes?" Gemma asked me and I nodded as I walked out through the door, following Gem over to the truck.
"There are five boxes, and my bag." I said as I kept walking. I had my bag slung over my shoulder. I seldom left it anywhere, not without being able to see it. However what Gemma said next stopped me dead in my tracks. "Hang on Cassandra, we'll get the prospect to help us. He's in the clubhouse."
"Okay, but the boxes aren't that heavy," I said as I followed Gemma into the clubhouse. Some of the boys had walked in before us. The first thing I saw when I entered the clubhouse was Half Sack with his pants pulled down and his cock out. I glanced at it and then came to a realization.
"So that's why they call you Half Sack." I said after I'd stifled a laugh. He looked outright ridiculous with just one nut. However, I was also getting slightly flustered by the situation. I'd just met the guy, and I'd already seen his cock.
"Yeah, I lost my left nut in Iraq." Half Sack responded with a goofy grin on his face. "But it still functions properly," he added hastily as an after thought. It made me burst out in laughter. When I'd stopped laughing I responded to his comment.
"I'll take your word for it," I said as I looked over at Gemma who just had her arms crossed over her chest and it gave me a feeling that this wasn't the first time she'd seen his balls.
"Put your deformed nut bag away, shit head." Clay said from somewhere behind me and I couldn't help but to smile. No one knew that he was my father besides Gemma, and he didn't seem too happy to see me back home.
"Come on prospect, you're helping us." Gemma said and I just snickered as I walked back outside, because I could hear Gem barking. Most of the time it meant trouble and that was why I went outside. However, this time she wasn't barking because of trouble.
"Gem, heel," I said and she came running over to me. She'd been barking because she couldn't find me. It was quite interesting. She was highly protective over me, for being a dog, especially since she'd only known me for about four weeks.
I sat down on the bed of my truck while I waited for Gemma to come back out again. When she did she had Half Sack in tow. They came up to me. "So where's the stuff?" Half Sack asked and I pointed at the five boxes behind me.
"Oh yea, Gemma this is my dog, Gem." I said smiling, and Gemma burst out laughing. Half Sack on the other hand was busy carrying two of my boxes over to Gemma's car.
"Come on. Let's grab a box each, and get this to go faster." I said and Gemma just looked at me. I just cocked my eyebrow as I grabbed a box and headed over to Gemma's car. Half Sack had opened the trunk of her car. Three boxes would fit in there. The other two would have to go in the back seat, along with Gem.
Gemma didn't grab she just came walking over. My German Sheppard was already by the car with me. "Go get the other two boxes shit head." Gemma said to Half Sack. While she did that I opened the door to the back seat. "Come on Gem." I said, and she looked at me, and then jumped into the back seat. I rolled down the window and then closed the door. I settled down in the passenger seat, and Gemma was still standing waiting for Half Sack to come with the last two boxes. When they were in the car Gemma got in.
It took ten minutes to reach the house. It was in a neighborhood where all the houses looked the same. One floor, with a small yard in the front and a short driveway up to the garage. The garage was tied together with the house. There was one-step up to the front door. From the outside it looked okay. It was beige with a brown door. Half Sack had followed us on his bike. A white one.
"Really Gemma?" I asked incredulously. I couldn't believe she'd made him come here to help us, but I didn't mind when I thought about it. It meant I wouldn't have to carry boxes. Even if it was only five of them.
"Shut up. Come on." Gemma said as she got out of the car. I just shook my head and got out as well. I opened the door to the back seat and let Gem out. She was sniffing the air, and then wagged her tail. It made me smile. I left the door to the back seat open since I knew Half Sack would get the boxes.
I entered the house after Gemma had unlocked the front door. When I entered the house the kitchen was to the left of the hallway, and to the right there was a hallway leading to four different doors, and straight ahead was the living room. It wasn't the biggest place, but it was still a nice place. I looked into the kitchen and saw the mismatched furniture, I thought it looked homey. And on the door there was a dog door. It leads out to the backyard. I walked over to the door and looked out. It was a door with a glass window. The backyard was fenced in, and even had a doghouse.
"Gemma it's wonderful." I said as I saw how Gem kept walking around the kitchen. I had a feeling that she could smell something. I saw the dog bowls next to the door the lead to the backyard.
"I thought you'd like it. There's more to see." Gemma said as she put her bag down on the kitchen table. I put mine right next to her. That was when Half Sack came in with two boxes.
"Where do you want 'em?" He asked and I looked at Gemma before I answered. "The bedroom." I said and Gemma pointed down the hallway and said, "First door on the right is the master bedroom. The door next to it is the walk in closet. The door at the end of the hall is the bathroom and the door across from the master bedroom is the guest bedroom. There's furniture in ever room already." Gemma said and I watched as Half Sack disappeared down the hallway while I went from the kitchen and into the living room. It had an old big leather couch in black, and a small coffee table made out of oak. There was a bookcase that was combined with a tv bench standing along side the wall and there was a tv standing on it. There were also some books in the bookcase, along with some framed pictures. The pictures were of Gemma and Clay, and there were even some of my mum and me. I knew those pictures. Those were pictures I'd sent to Clay. I smiled as I looked at them.
I saw Half Sack go out through the door again and coming back in with another two boxes. He brought them into the bedroom as well. This time I went with him to the bedroom. In there, there was a big king sized bed, simple with four posts, and the wall to the left there was a row of closets, and just before the row of closets there was a door, which would lead into the bathroom. I opened the door and poked my head in. The bathroom looked good. What I found interesting was that it was stocked.
"Gemma did you stock this place with food and other stuff?" I asked and she just laughed. "You shouldn't have." I said and that was when Half Sack came in with the last box.
"That's all. I am curious, how do you two know each other?" Half Sack asked and I looked over at Gemma, and she looked at me. In other words, I would have to answer that question. Just as I was about to answer Gem barked and jumped up on to the bed.
"Sorry about that. Gem is excited to get settled in. And I've known Gemma for years. Not that it's any of your business. So scram," I said to Half Sack, and he did as I said. He left. It made me laugh.
"Where did you find that one?" I asked and Gemma just shrugged her shoulders. I shook my head and headed out into the kitchen. I went over to the kitchen table.
"You gonna help me out with the fundraiser?" Gemma asked and I looked over at her with my eyebrow cocked.
"It's the Taste of Charming Fundraiser. We're raising money for the art programs at middle school." Gemma said and I thought about it. It would be a perfect opportunity to get a foot in the door at the school. I needed a job, and I wouldn't mind working at a school. Then again, I'd just upped and left the school I'd been working at in Boston.
"Sure I'll help you out." I said and smiled slightly. I started to rummage through my bag for my phone. I'd dumped it in it earlier. First I picked up my laptop, and that was when I realized that I should fill up Gem's food bowl. I went over to the cupboards and started opening them, one by one until I found the dog food.
"That sounds good…. Why do you have a gun?" Gemma asked me and I looked over at her. She was holding my handgun in her hand.
"You know why." I said and she nodded. That was when I saw that she noticed the serial number.
"Here take mine, it's the same as yours, but it's better to be safe." Gemma said and I nodded. I knew what she meant. So she took my gun and put it in her bag, and took her gun and put it in my bag.
"I'll see you bright and early tomorrow." Gemma said and I nodded. She headed out the door, and I heard her car start up, and a few seconds later I heard a bike start up. I shook my head. I went over to the front door and locked it. It wasn't particularly late, but I was tired. I'd filled Gem's food bowl and water bowl. I grabbed my bag and my laptop and went into the bedroom. I put my bag on one of the bedside tables, and I put the laptop on the other one. I left my bedroom door open, so that Gem could come in if she wanted to. I then pulled the curtains closed and pulled off my clothes. I still had my panties on, and when I opened the closets I found them filled with clothes. I found what I was looking for. A t-shirt to sleep in. I'd always loved sleeping in t-shirts.
It was nine pm when I crawled in to bed. Gem came in five minutes later and jumped up on the bed. She settled down right next to me on the bed. I didn't fall asleep right away. I was awake for another hour, thinking while petting Gem's head. I was looking forward to the fundraiser. I had helped with a few fundraisers back in Boston, but only by contributing with my song. This time around I'd be helping Gemma out. I couldn't really fall asleep. Even though I was exhausted from being awake since five am. I was to wound up from today.
Since I couldn't get to sleep, I just got up instead. I grabbed one of the boxes, this one was filled with shoes. I unpacked them and put them all in the bottom of the first closet, along with the handbags. The next two boxes where clothes. I added all the clothes to the existing ones. Some of the clothes in the closets I knew wouldn't fit me. Or rather, weren't my style.
When I only had two boxes left I went out into the living room and unpacked them there. I also had some dog stuff. So the toys I put on the floor in the living room next to the dog bed I'd just spotted. When I'd done that I went back to bed. It was eleven pm when I crawled into the bed a second time. Gem was still in the bed. This time I did fall asleep.