An- This is a prologue to my story "Little Miss Kennedy." The Story changes POV from Leon to Lea periodically. So bear with me and tell me if I should continue. Thanks! –BeautifulEmergency xo 3
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It was so much easier when she was four years old.
You know? When you could buy her ice cream and she would forget about it? Claire would have to help me with this situation. Lea was seventeen, and we were constantly fighting about what she was allowed to wear. Why couldn't she just wear jeans and a tee shirt? I mean, that's still in fashion? Right? Whatever.
I called Claire, the only reliable friend that I had, that knew anything about teenage girls. Sometimes, Claire looked after her if I was on a mission. Lea didn't seem to mind, she thought of her like her mother.
I pressed the numbers 565-0000, and it began to ring.
"Hello?" said a sweet, familiar voice
"Hey, its Leon." I said. Kind of embarrassed
"What did she do now?" She said, as if she could read my mind.
"She wants to wear a strapless homecoming dress, and the dress is an inch above the knee, she knew I wasn't going to let her wear it, so she hid it in her car, so I wouldn't see it. I yelled at her and she drove away to her friend Laurens. I don't know what to tell her when she gets back." Claire laughed at me. "Well why don't you take her to a store and pick one out together?" she replied. I huffed and said "Everything that I pick 'doesn't look good on her' or 'looks like an 80's dress, or is 'completely out of fashion.'" She laughed again. "You do sort of pick out old lady clothes for her, Leon." I was kind of pissed off at that comment. I picked out clothing that was appropriate for a 17 year old girl. Besides, I was 17 once. And I was all up in girls cool-aid. And by cool-aid, I mean their pants. There will be no backseat banging with my daughter. She sighed "Just tell her you're sorry, and that you just care about her. She's a smart girl, if you keep her tucked inside, she will rebel and might get hurt." I understood. "So I should let her wear the dress?" I said. "Yes, Leon. She's not in military school. And remember, to send me pictures when she goes to homecoming." She hung up because she didn't want to hear me argue with her. I sighed and looked at the dress.
It was ugly, short, and…nasty. I couldn't even understand why she liked it. It looked like one of those dresses that she would wear in a ballet completion when she was, five years old. Sparkly, angular, Ugly.
"Hello, Hitler, I'm home," Lea said, throwing her bag on the ground. She gave me the look of death, and began to walk upstairs. "I'm letting you wear the dress, even though it's not efficient, and inappropriate." She looked at me and rolled her blue eyes and put and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. "Well yeah, if you're fighting monsters, sure it's not efficient, or appropriate. " She said sarcastically. She was still angry from earlier that day. She mumbled "efficient" under her breath and walked out to the kitchen. "Ashley would probly let me wear it…" she mumbled.
Ashley, her mother, was killed when she was two years old. She refused to call her 'mom' because she sometimes called Claire 'mom'
"Don't talk about your mother to bash my parenting," I said. She just shook her head, and continued to be difficult. She popped her gum a few times and looked at me for the first time without anger in her eyes. "I'm sorry dad, I just want to be normal, you know? I actually have friends at here. They think I'm badass because I can bring my glock to school." I laughed. "It's okay. You and I should go shooting later." She smiled and hugged me. "It's a date, dad." She joked.
We both got frozen dinners out of the freezers and put them in the microwave. We turned on the television in the kitchen to the news, as we ate.
"Breaking news! There has been an outbreak of some sort of unknown virus in Russia. Scientists say that it could be a mutated version of the T-virus. " We both dropped whatever what we were doing and directed our full attention to the television, "Like the T-virus, it can only be killed by destroying the brains of the carrier. The carriers teeth grow to about the size of a average canine. Scientists suggests that when the virus has taken over every cell in the human body, that it erases every inch of fat on the body and converts in into well-toned muscle. These so called 'zombies', run, eat, and destroy flesh faster than the average T-virus . American scientists say that the T-Viral vaccine does not protect you against the new mutated virus. Updates will be posted every fifteen minutes, so don't turn that channel." I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that this was extremely dangerous, and I was going to be sent to Russia to kill this virus, Leaving Lea and Claire defenseless. "Well, dad. I guess that I will doing a lot of practicing with my pistol." She said. Lea was absolutely fearless, and she craved adventure. "This isn't a joke, Lea. This could be the end to mankind." She cocked her brow, and punched my arm. "You know, the whole 'tough survivor' thing, is in my blood." She turned back to the TV. "Apparently this toothpaste commercial is going to tell us weather or not the virus is airborne, or if there is anyway to protect ourselves." She said, this time more serious. "Yeah." I replied. I expected the phone to ring any second, or the CIA to show up at my door. But nothing happened. "Huh, I expected your friend Ingrid to be here by now. You're usually the first to know about this kind of stuff." Lea sighed. "Oh, like herpes medication is going to save us against this thing." She said again, sarcastically. "You scared, dad?" I looked up into her eyes. "Yeah. And you should be too."