Little Doll
By: Madame Reject
Disclaimer: I own Sierra Adams.
Rated: M (for adult language, content and violence)
Genre: Romane/Horror/Crime
Type: Hitcher II
Pairings: Jack/OC, Jim/Maggie, etc.
Chapter One: Troubles
I was rocking out to Van Halen on my iPOD as I made my way back to Maggie's crop dusting garage. It was getting late in the day, but the two of us were still working.
Maggie's my half sister. I work with her, help fixing planes and what not. I know, so exciting right? Not really. It's not that great, but I do like helping her out with things. I had just came back from a gas station, retreiving some food. I bought lunch for the both of us. We've been working all day, I thought it wouldn't hurt if we'd take a food break.
Jim, her boyfriend has been at his job all day, too. He's a cop and has been all his life. I really respect him for what he does. There's a lot of sickos in the world, I'm glad that we had another cop on the streets. Though, sometimes I wish he'd lighten up a little bit. The guy's got nonstop paranoia!
The three of us all live in one house. Unfortunately for me, there was only two rooms. So the living room was basically where I slept. But staying there was only temporary. I was planning on getting my own place once I got enough money. I'm basically juggling two jobs right now though; crop dusting and another one in two. The good things was, Jim and Maggie said I can stay there as long as I need. They didn't give me a certain due date to when they wanted me out. I mean, I was Maggie's half sister in all and I never mooched off them. I always tried to help out with everything as best I could. I knew where my part was.
I walked into the garage with an arm full of a paper bag. I spotted Maggie under the hood of a plane, working on an engine.
"Magster, I brought some foooood!" I said, in a sing-song type voice.
She peaked over at me. "What'd you get?"
I sat down next to her, beginning to take out one package of food at a time.
"For you, a hamburger with what you usually like..." I said, handing the sandwich to her.
She took it and rolled out from under the plane. Maggie began to unwrap it. "No pickles?"
I shook my head. "Nope. And no cheese either."
I reached insdie the bag again and took out a carton of fries and a bottle of diet coke for her.
"And some friends and a coke for ya." I finished. Then I took out my food and ate with her. I unwrapped my burger and took a bite out of it.
"Lemme guess, you put jalepenos and banana peppers on yours." she guessed, smirking.
I nodded and smiled goofily at her.
"Knew it." she said, smiling. "You sure got a freaky ass taste in food."
"Like you and your men?" I joked. I laughed and patted her on the back. "I'm just kidding, Maggie."
I made sure to say tha before she gave me on of her dirty looks. It scares me, but I loved the chic.
"Well, that's not very nice, now is it?" said a familiar voice in the background. The both of us turned around. That's when we saw Jim.
"Hey baby." Maggie greeted him. She wrapped her sandwich back up and placed it in the bag. She trotted over and gave him a 'hello' kiss. I immediatly looked away. I didn't want to make it like I was starin'... Ew, why would I? Thank God it didn't last long though when I heard Maggie speak.
"So what's goin' on, officer?" she asked him, cutely. "I heard you saved a little boy today."
And as the two of them talked, my concentration from hearing them chatting on, faded away. But as I heard the words "Free man" from Jim and something like "Shot him" from Maggie, I started paying close attention again.
I shook my head, snapping back to reality. I got to my feet and walked up to him.
"What? What happened?" I asked, shocked.
"I got fired." Jim revealed. "I killed a suspect while I was trying to save the kid he had."
I gave him a sympathetic look. "Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry..."
But even though I knew he was probably kickin' himself for it, Jim played it off like it was nothing.
"Ah, it's okay..." he said.
"Well, what're you going to do?" I asked him.
"I'll think of something."