First fanfic ever. Be nice:D
Chapter One: Something's wrong
There had been nothing but silence during the trip.
Namine Strife sat looking at her hands, having nothing better to do. Her father, Cloud, had piled them all into his car so fast that the only things she had been able to pack were a few of her clothes. She hadn't even managed to grab her sketchbook.
"No more time! Just grab some clothes and let's go!" he said when she protested.
She twisted her hands in agitation. Lately, ever since her fourteenth birthday, her parents had been acting weirder than weird. Like the usual parental paranoia, a hundred times amplified. At first she didn't notice: her parents watched her like a hawk even before. But as time wore on, she noticed that her parents were becoming worse and worse. Suddenly, without the slightest idea why, she was grounded indefinitely, had her cell phone taken away and was pulled out of school. (for the time being, her parents said.). Then, without the slightest warning, her father just piled all of them in his car and dragged them all away to God-knows-where.
"Something's wrong. I can feel- no, I just know it." She thought as she fell asleep.
She was woken up by a jolt and a stop. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she noticed that they had come to a halt near a large seaside town. Now fully awake, she jumped when she felt her mother, Aerith, put a hand on her arm.
"Namine, honey. Are you awake?" She asked in her soft-as-petals voice.
"Yeah, just about." Namine replied.
"Come out of the car then. There's someone your father and I want you to meet."
Getting out of her cramped position, Namine allowed herself a good long stretch.She saw her father purse his lips in impatience, but decided to ignore him. Hey, after being dragged out of my house and stuck for a car for goodness knows how long by their own father, anyone would want a stretch.
"For goodness' sake, you can have a stretch later. We're in a hurry." He snapped. Something in his voice made Namine feel that this man before her was not her father. She had heard from her neighbor that he was once a hired mercenary. Bad things happened to people who crossed your father, Nammy. She had laughed it off then, but now, she felt fear and distrust fill her up.
Somehow, Cloud sensed her fear. " I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry Nammy." he said softly. "For goodness' sake, let's just go!" Aerith snapped. "Namine, you hold on to me. This place is pretty big."
"Right." Cloud said. "Aers, d'you still remember where Tifa lives?" "Number 53, Waveside avenue." Said Aerith. I contacted her just last week before…." She fell silent, as if she just remembered that Namine was still there. Namine was bursting with curiosity at this point, but knowing her parents, it was best not to ask them. They walked the rest of the way in silence.
The walk seemed to go on forever. Every few seconds Aerith looked around and hugged Namine protectively to her. Cloud walked on in grim silence. Eventually, they came to a halt in front of a white house with a front porch. Cloud hopped over the fence, regardless of protests from Aerith, walked up the path leading up to the door and pushed the doorbell. No one answered. Cloud rang the bell again, and slowly the door began to open.