Hey guys! This is my new story, "Layers". The Introduction isn't going to have any Beckett, Castle, or any other main character stuff in it. It's just going to be focused on the situation that has Beckett called in for in Chapter 1 and the whole background area of the story. So, enjoy! –E
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Maeve was a quiet girl. She didn't have many friends, except for Sophie, who's been close to her since the Second Grade. Sophie didn't know that Maeve had a secret. No one knew.
Ever since Maeve's father died in 2008, her mother had become violent. Her father had died from something he had kept from both of them. So, naturally, Maeve's mother didn't do to well with secrets and lies. Every time her mother had found out about something and didn't hear it from Maeve herself, Maeve would be punished.
As Maeve and Sophie walked down the sidewalk, on a seemingly normal day, towards home, Maeve had something on her mind.
"What am I going to tell my mom?" she asked.
"About what?" Sophie responded.
"Sean," she said obviously.
"Oh, right, that. Um, why don't you just tell her? You said she doesn't like it when you keep secrets, right?"
Maeve shuddered at the memory of the last time that happened. "Right," she responded.
"So, tell her," Sophie said.
Maeve's mind kept flashing back to last week when she forgot to mention that she got a C on her report card. "You're right. I'll tell her when I get home." She said. All would be okay because she wasn't going to keep this secret.
Maeve's mother, Darcy Fitz, had been raised in old Irish tradition. She had been taught lessons when she disobeyed or kept things from her parents. And ever since the secrets and lies began to come out, it started to get more intense. She sent her to catholic school when she was younger. Maeve thought it was a waste of time but she wouldn't dare let her mother know that. Because of her childhood, hitting Maeve was the only way she knew how to deal with punishment.
Ms. Fitz had been cleaning the dishes when the house phone rang. She put the dishes down and picked it up. "Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, is Maeve there?" the voice on the other end asked.
"She'll be home from school soon. May I ask whose calling?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's Sean, her boyfriend." He said.
"Really?" she asked curiously. Darcy hadn't heard anything about a boyfriend. Not a peep. "Well, Sean, I'll have her call you when she gets home." She told him.
"Thank you, Ms. Fitz," he said before hanging up the phone. She put the phone back on the hook angrily just as the front door opened.
"Mom, I'm home! I've got to talk to you." Maeve announced walking into the kitchen.
"Really? Me too," she said. Maeve could hear the hint of anger in her mother's voice. She was beginning to feel scared.
"You know, don't you?" she asked. Maeve's shrugged her shoulders.
"About your secret boyfriend? Yeah, he called." She told her.
"I told him not to do that." She told herself. "I swear, mom, I was just about to tell you right now. I was even going to break up with him. It wasn't really working out." She said, backing away slowly.
"And how long have you been dating this boyfriend?" her mother asked, getting closer.
She put her head down while still backing away. Lifting it, she said, "A month." Finishing her answer, she felt a surge of pain hit her cheek and she screeched.
"And you kept this from me because?" she asked.
Maeve hesitated. "I don't know. I just did." Another hit.
"Wrong answer," said Darcy. Maeve's eyes widened and she ran. She had never run before but after last time, she had to. She ran anywhere she could to get away. From the living room, to the hall, and back to the kitchen. Her mother got there a second later but Maeve had already thought ahead. She had spotted a knife on the kitchen counter. As Darcy approached her, she held it in front of her. Her mother laughed. "Come on, stop playing. You couldn't hurt a fly. Now, give me the knife, child."
Maeve hesitated, thinking. "Okay," she said and threw the knife into the sink and ran. She didn't get far, however, because as she reached the stairs, her mother caught hold of her arm and threw her to the ground. Darcy kneeled to the ground and pinned her arms to the floor. Maeve didn't know what to do besides try and struggle as hard as she could. She started trying to push her arm out of her mother's grasp. After washing the dishes, Darcy's hands were smoother than usual. And because of the force Maeve was using to push her arm up, her hand slipped. Maeve's fist immediately flew up and hit her mother on the side of her head. As the contact was made, Darcy fell away from Maeve and onto the hard floor, unconscious. Maeve quickly stood up, staring at the scene in front of her, eyes wide with fear. Thinking quickly, she dialed 911 and left the phone off the hook. And with one last look, frightened, she ran to her closet to hide.
I hope you liked it! I'm going to save you some time by saying, "This is a Castle Fan Fiction! They will be in the next chapter! I swear! If I'm lying, may Beckett die in the season premiere!" There, now you know I'm telling you the truth. I'd never want Beckett to die! Anyways, the button below means exit. Just click it….click iiiiittttt… -E xD
