Torn Between
by VintageMassMurderer
Chapter one: Ben Moss
Turning, spinning, spiraling into each corner.
"How many rooms can one house have?" shady figures stand in a circle, joining hands, reciting an old chant. None look towards each other, but instead are in perfect alignment with each other. No matter how hard she shouts, no matter how much her voice screams, they won't hear her. She talks a step forward and then another step forward, watching in amazement as they are lifted off the ground in a sort of "flight."
"Dear god, help these souls..." her voice rang out in the empty room. The figures spin and spiral, one catches her eye;
"Mom?" her half burnt face smiled towards her and then watched the spiraling heart, and joined back into chorus with the others. No matter how hard she tried again, her mother's head wouldn't turn, then suddenly, fire built up and burnt her.
Six o'clock read the clock as the girl flew up in her bed panting and her face ran in cold sweat. She turned her head, but no matter, no one came to see if she was alright. She didn't care in the first place, after her mother died, no one really paid much attention to each other; that's why Maggie was here, to give Bobby attention.
She gave her arms up as her black hair fell onto her shoulders and her dark brown eyes fluttered open.
She drug her lazy bones out of bed as she used her fingers to "comb" through her hair. Once she opened the door the sunshine filled the once dark and empty room, Kathy ran around making breakfast and pouring coffee into a cup for dad. She sat down right next to Bobby as he did his recording for 'Death in Manhattan this Morning.'
"Today in 'Death in Manhattan this Morning', we notice a small leap in heart attacks in the city, cancer deaths are down. And we have a special threat for everybody-- a body was found this morning, decapitulated, decapilated, de--" Maggie walked up behind Bobby with a cup of coffee and cracked up in laughter.
"It's decapitated, Bobby." Kathy, of course, being the party pooper turns towards him with wooden spoon in hand, nonplussed.
"Bobby. Find a healthier hobby." The smaller version of Kathy looked towards her and glared.
"I swear your worse than a mother on her child's first day at school Kathy." Kathy swirled around, keeping her foot in place and glared at me. She stuck out her right hip and also put her right hand on her hip and glared right back at her.
"Alessa! Why don't you find a hobby, it'll probably keep you out of trouble." Alessa huffed and slid down into her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She was always the 'problem child'. Ever since she was little she always was in trouble, when she wasn't in school she was either in 'time out' or when she got older, down at the police station. A total of fifteen times she has been down to the police station for stealing, assault, resistance, ditching, and even breaking and entering.
Her father walked in, chipper, he smiled and grabbed his cup of coffee.
"'Morning everyone!" he took a swig out of his cup and walked over to the table.
"Dad! They found a guy without a head in a dumpster behind Dunkin' Donuts!" Arthur walked over and ruffled Bobby's hair and took another sip out of his cup.
"That's nice, Bobby." He walked over to my sister, Kathy, if you forgot, and had a little 'chit chat' as he liked to call it. Alessa sat there, her head swimming with thoughts and memories. She wished her mother was still her, then they would have a bigger place, more money, so she could actuallyafford her school. She didn't pay for it-- the school did. After the fire, the school offered Alessa a scholarship and she took it with open hands, but after she graduated, she would have to pay it back.
"Jesus Christ, that's the third time I've tripped on that thing! Get it off the floor before it kills someone!"--that's what my thoughts were interrupted by. Alessa looked at her dad as if he had grown a third arm which, who knows, he probably did.
"Sorry--," Bobby looked down, finding interest in his shoelaces as he started to eat the scrabbled eggs Kathy had made him. Speaking of Kathy. she always wanted the last word in;
"Maybe if we had a bigger place we wouldn't have this problem..." Christ, she thinks she is just so fucking bad ass 'cuz she thinks she's cool saying that to dad?
"Well, we don't have a bigger place, so lets keep ourstuff of the floor." He directed his stare to Alessa as he picked up the last item laying on the floor, which happen to be Alessa's roller skates and placed them under the table. Suddenly, the doorbell rang--well buzzed.
"Shit... I forgot... the lawyer."
"What lawyer?" another beat came from the door, someones impatient, "I thought our debt was all cleared up?" she asked hurriedly, passing a side ways glance towards the door and back at Arthur.
"No, no, not that, it's something else." he replied, reaching for the door and opening it while trying to get the slipped coffee off his crotch.
"Mr. Kriticos?" A man with a black suit asked, watching my dad mop his crotch with the towel. That must be embarrassing, she thought to herself.
"Ben Moss?" the man outstretched his hand and shook my dad's.
"Ben, yes, how do you do?"
"Fine, come in?"
"Is now a good time?" Ben asked looking towards dad's crotch. Alessa rolled her eyes and whispered under her breath, just come in already dumbass.
"Couldn't be better." Arthur opened a little ways so Ben could sneak in, he stole a glance at my sister then towards Maggie, and lastly me. It feels like he's undressing me with his eyes, Alessa shivered and turned her head towards her dad.
"As you all probably heard, I'm Ben Moss, a lawyer."
"No shit, Sherlock." Alessa snapped impatiently, she wasn't one for the introductions.
"Language young lady." She snapped her head over to her father.
"You said it two minutes ago." Arthur shook his head and glared at his daughter, softly enough though, so she got the message.
"I'm Kathy, Arthur's daughter." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and batted her eyelashes, trying to be sexy.
"And I'm Bobby!" He threw a cute smile and went back to eating his cereal.
"I'm Maggie, the babysitter of sorts." She held out her hand as Ben proceeded to shake it.
"And whom might this lovely lady be?" Alessa snorted and gave a short simple reply;
"Alessa." She gave him the cold shoulder as her father pulled up a chair for Ben, next to her, and he set up his little laptop. While doing so, he was whispering over to her.
"I like them feisty." Alessa looked at him and shoved her elbow into his stomach.
"Oops sorry mister." She smiled sweetly as Ben glared at her.
"Yeah, sure." Once his laptop was set up, everyone gathered around.
"As you know, I represent the estate of your Uncle Cryus Kriticos."
"I didn't know you had an uncle." Kathy smiled towards dad and back at the lawyer.
"Had. I met him a couple of times as a kid. My father disliked him, said he squandered the family fortune."
"We have a family fortune?" Alessa piped up, clearly now interested.
"Well, no. Cyrus squandered it, didn't I just say that?" Feeling foolish, Alessa zipped her mouth and watched. Maggie turned to Bobby and smiled excitedly.
"Isn't this exciting? You have a late uncle!"
"What's he late for?"
"Don't they teach you anything in school?" Alessa whispered towards him, wishing she hadn't, she earned a your-grounded-for-a-week look.
"His next birthday."
"You mean... he's dead?!"
"Now, we've got his attention." Kathy rubbed his head and turned back to the monitor. Ben took out a disc and inserted it into the CD tray.
"This message was recorded by Cyrus six months ago. He asked that it be played for you in the event of his death..."
~Fin, for the time being.~
A/N: Comment and leave me a flame or a complement... so I can continue with the story :) Buh bye.