Author's Note: This was an idea I had recently, which I thought was a bit different (at least, I hope it's different!) I know it's not a Carby, but I wanted a change! There will be a *little* Carby bit though, since I can't go without it. ;) Please r&r: give it a chance, please! *g*
PROLOGUE
("Can I still see her?"
"Of course you can, she's your sister.")
Ella Greene smiled as she walked through the front door: she'd had a great afternoon with Rachel, and she couldn't wait till the next time her sister was in town.
"Where have you been Ella?" her mother asked sternly, coming out of the kitchen.
"At the cinema. What's this, is it Be Protective of Ella day?"
"You're my daughter, Ella, what do you expect?"
"Right, and I'm the only part of my father you have left," she recited, knowing the whole argument off by heart. "I just went to see a film Mum. And it was only a PG, no panic! Then I went for a milkshake and came home."
"What were you doing with Rachel?" Elizabeth asked firmly.
"You've been stalking me now? Wonderful!" she exclaimed, turning to walk up the stairs.
"Answer me, Ella Greene."
"I can do what I want, okay?" She hated arguing like this with her mother, but it always seemed to happen just by being in the same room as her.
"Last time I checked the law didn't state that you're an adult at 15. Which means that, actually, you can't do what you want."
"Okay, I'm sorry - I'll tell you first next time, so you can come along and hold my hand." She smiled falsely. "That suit you?"
"I don't want you to see her again, Ella," Elizabeth explained. Ella opened her mouth to protest, but she interrupted her. "She nearly killed you. I'm not having my daughter hanging around with someone who nearly killed her."
"I was 9 months old! Rachel was 14. It's hardly a recent thing. Anyway, I thought you told Rachel she could still see me after Dad died."
"Yeah, I did. But that was when I was naïve, and thought she had actually changed. But she carried on taking drugs, and living a lifestyle I don't want you adopting." Ella could see this upset her mother, and so tried her best to end the argument.
"It won't happen again Mum," she once again said, and turned to go up the stairs again.
"Breathe on me Ella," Elizabeth requested, a stern frown on her face.
"WHAT?!" Ella exclaimed, whirling around angrily to stare at her mother. "I'm not Rachel. I haven't been drinking, or smoking. And you can do as many tests on me as you like: you won't find any drugs."
"Just do as you're told, please." Ella stepped forward, huffed angrily in Elizabeth's face, and then turned and ran up the stairs.
"See, I haven't been smoking or drinking," she yelled from the top of the stairs. "Why can't you just trust me to not do anything stupid?!"
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PROLOGUE
("Can I still see her?"
"Of course you can, she's your sister.")
Ella Greene smiled as she walked through the front door: she'd had a great afternoon with Rachel, and she couldn't wait till the next time her sister was in town.
"Where have you been Ella?" her mother asked sternly, coming out of the kitchen.
"At the cinema. What's this, is it Be Protective of Ella day?"
"You're my daughter, Ella, what do you expect?"
"Right, and I'm the only part of my father you have left," she recited, knowing the whole argument off by heart. "I just went to see a film Mum. And it was only a PG, no panic! Then I went for a milkshake and came home."
"What were you doing with Rachel?" Elizabeth asked firmly.
"You've been stalking me now? Wonderful!" she exclaimed, turning to walk up the stairs.
"Answer me, Ella Greene."
"I can do what I want, okay?" She hated arguing like this with her mother, but it always seemed to happen just by being in the same room as her.
"Last time I checked the law didn't state that you're an adult at 15. Which means that, actually, you can't do what you want."
"Okay, I'm sorry - I'll tell you first next time, so you can come along and hold my hand." She smiled falsely. "That suit you?"
"I don't want you to see her again, Ella," Elizabeth explained. Ella opened her mouth to protest, but she interrupted her. "She nearly killed you. I'm not having my daughter hanging around with someone who nearly killed her."
"I was 9 months old! Rachel was 14. It's hardly a recent thing. Anyway, I thought you told Rachel she could still see me after Dad died."
"Yeah, I did. But that was when I was naïve, and thought she had actually changed. But she carried on taking drugs, and living a lifestyle I don't want you adopting." Ella could see this upset her mother, and so tried her best to end the argument.
"It won't happen again Mum," she once again said, and turned to go up the stairs again.
"Breathe on me Ella," Elizabeth requested, a stern frown on her face.
"WHAT?!" Ella exclaimed, whirling around angrily to stare at her mother. "I'm not Rachel. I haven't been drinking, or smoking. And you can do as many tests on me as you like: you won't find any drugs."
"Just do as you're told, please." Ella stepped forward, huffed angrily in Elizabeth's face, and then turned and ran up the stairs.
"See, I haven't been smoking or drinking," she yelled from the top of the stairs. "Why can't you just trust me to not do anything stupid?!"
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