Chapter One
Ib swung her feet back and forth on the stone bench outside waiting for Garry to come get her from school. The day before he promised to take her out to a new cafe that just opened. It made Ib happy that Garry would take her to nice places. She sat there, feet swining, thinking about the Grey Earl tea and sweet treats the teahouse would sell. A car horn woke Ib from her trance. Her smile widened when she saw Garry, waving for her to hurry up.
"Sorry I'm a bit late." Garry said as Ib hopped into the passenger side.
"It's okay. I don't mind as long as we have looooots of fun." she flashed her bright smile.
Garry blushed slightly and smiled back at her, "Then let's get to it." he put the car into drive and off they went.
Ib looked at the beautiful building. It was medium size, soft yellow and had ivy growing on it.
"The Yellow Rose. It's so pretty." she gawked.
"Well I hope their treats are good. I'm starving." Ib laughed at him. Sometimes Garry said the sillest things, but that was why she liked him. They got out of the car and walked inside. Ib gasped, the interrior was just as pretty as the exterrior. The walls were the same pale yellow as outside and had beautiful paintings of women and roses, the chairs were a nice blue color and the tables, deep red color.
"This place is really nice." Garry laughed softly. "I feel out of place."
"It's beautiful." whispered Ib as she walked to one of the paintings. It was of a man who was in all blue, and two girls. One red and the other yellow, their faces where big roses. As Ib looked at the painting, she felt as if she recognized the yellow girl.
"Ib?" Garry broke her from her wandering mind. "What is it?"
"Oh, nothing. This painting is just really pretty. Let's go get our food." she looped her arm around Garry's as they walked to the front counter to order. Ib lost her thoughts again while looking at all the sweets. She ordered a strawberry cheesecake that had chocolate drizzle on top and a Grey Earl tea while Garry got a black coffee with a blueberry flavored muffin.
"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to wait on that muffin. If you sit down at a table, I can have someone take you your order." said the lady at the register. She had long, straight brown hair and was wearing a red dress. Garry paid the woman while Ib sat down at the table by the painting she was looking at earlier.
" 'The Sorrowful Trio.' Well that's a fitting name." Garry said. Ib didn't reply. She was too busy trying to figure out why the people in it looked so... familiar. She heard him laugh. "You must really like that painting."
"I do. I really do."
"Who had the strawberry cheesecake, Earl Grey, black coffee and blue berry muffin?" they heard someone yell.
"Over here!" Garry replied. A woman with long blonde hair came carrying a tray with the duo's order. She was wearing a green dress and had bright blue eyes.
"I'm so sorry for the wait. The baker is being a bit slow today." she smiled and set down the sweets and drinks.
"He's probably too busy eating the treats." Ib said, giggling.
"I wouldn't be suprised." the woman whispered, laughing lightly.
"What's your name?" Garry asked.
"Oh, sorry for being rude. It's Mary. And you are?"
"I'm Garry and this little cutie is Ib." At the sound of her name, Ib smiled her biggest and cutest smile.
"Well it's a pleasure to met you both, but I've got to get back to work." Mary walked away and disappeared through a door behind the counter.
"She was lovely." Ib said, dipping her fork into her cheesecake and taking a bite. "And this is probably the best cheesecake I have ever had. Do you want to try a bite?"
"Oh, no. That stuff is too rich for me, but thank you." he said. They sat there, sipping and eating when a big crash came from the back counter, making Ib spill her hot tea all over herself.
"Ouch! Hot, hot, hot." Ib jumped up from her chair shaking the skirt dry.
"GOD YOU'RE USLESS! ALWAYS TRIPPING AND BREAKING SHIT!" and man's voice shouted.
"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean it. It won't happen again!" a woman's shaky voice replied.
"Damn right it won't! You're fired. NOW GET THE HELL OUT!" the door slammed open as a big man with black dreadlocked hair, a blue shirt, wearing a red apron came running out. His eyes crimson and he dragging Mary by the arm.
"No, no please! I-I'm sorry! Just give me another chance! I-it won't happen again, I promise." she begged. The man threw the door open and pushed Mary out.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAY, BUT THEN IT HAPPENS AGAIN, AND AGAIN. YOU'RE FIRED AND DON'T THINK ABOUT COMING HERE AGAIN!" he smashed the door shut and walked back to the kitchen, cursing as he went.
"Come on, Ib. Your parents are probalby home now. Let's go." Garry put a protective arm around Ib's shoulders. She looked over at the painting one last time, then they quickly left. Mary was no where to be seen, so they hopped in the car and left. It was a long awkward silence to Ib's house.
"Are you okay?" Garry asked.
"Yeah. The tea didn't burn me too bad, but I hope I can get the stain out of my dress." she looked down sadly at the big blob on her red skirt. They pulled up into the driveway. Garry walked her up to the house, she unlocked the door and they walked inside.
"Mommy? Daddy? I'm home!" Ib yelled, she got no reply. "What time is it, Garry?"
"It's... wow. It's 4:30. They said they would be home by 3:00, right?"
"Yeah, they did. Mom! Dad!" she was starting to get worried.
"Call your mother's cell phone. Maybe they lost track of time?"
"O-okay." Ib dialed her mother's number. It rang, but they also heard ringing coming from upstairs. Ib dropped the phone and ran the stairs, two at a time, to her parents bedroom. They noise was getting louder.
"MOM! DAD!" she opened the door to the room, she saw feet from the other side of the bed. "M-mommy? D-daddy?" Ib slowly walked toward them. She screamed at what she saw. Both of her parents, dead. Throats slit. She heard Garry running up the stairs.
"WHAT'S WRO-" he saw the bodies. "Ib. IB! Look away." he tried forcing her away, but she shook him off. She fell to her knees and crawled to them.
"Mommy? Daddy?" she whispered. Tears rolled down her face, her little body starting to shake. Garry pulled her into a hug and started to stroke her back.
"Come on Ib. We need to leave." he helped her stand up. She looked around the room and her eyes fell on a painting they bought at the art exhibit they met Garry at. It was supposed to be a little girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes and wearing green dress with yellow roses surrounding her, but there was no one there. Ib was confused as Garry lead her downstairs and had her sit on the couch. Next thing she knew, there were men in police clothing asking her questions.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN. Where did the idea of offing her parents come from? No where, really. I just thought it would be a good idea. As you can tell (hopefully) this is going to be a sad fic. So get ready for the waterfall your eyes will make. Plot bunnies, ACTIVATE!