A/N: I don't own anything from children of the corn 2, including Micah
I sat in the car as my dad made a sharp turn to avoid a collision with another driver. I scoffed.
"Nice fucking driving skills." I said with a scowl. My dad took a heavy sigh.
"Your mother taught you that kind of language?" He asked with a pissed off look on his face.
"Only when your name came up." I shot back as I rolled down the window and let the wind pick up my dark brown waist-length hair.
"Oh well that's really funny. Look my ass is on the line, I hope you know that." My dad said to me as I rolled my dark brown eyes and continued to lean my head out the window.
"Look if I mess up this job I'm screwed, you understand what I'm saying?" he said while looking at me to see if I was listening. I put my head back in the car as I rolled the window up.
"Look do you want me to apologize again?" I asked getting really frustrated with my dad and his whining about "how screwed he was" and "how his ass is on the line". Like I gave a damn about him and how screwed he was.
"Is that it? I'm sorry Eric that I missed my flight." I said sarcastically.
"What did I tell you? Call me Dad." I scoffed. "Yeah, right. Why would I want to that?" I said while glancing out the window to stare at the same thing I've been staring at for the past hour, corn.
"Oh wait, you think I feel grateful because you usually remember my birthday? Is that it? I mean it's not like you called up and said " Hey Deena, you want to spend some time together?" I asked him scornfully at the fact that I was spending my summer with my father, who had gotten my mom knocked up at the age of 17 and then ditched her to watch her baby girl alone.
"Now the only reason I'm here is because, mom didn't want me at her wedding." I said feeling sad that my own mom didn't want me to attend her wedding. But then again I didn't want to witness her marrying "shithead Sherman", as I liked to call him to his face.
"Wrong. The way I heard it, you and what's-his-face don't even talk anymore. What's his name?" My dad asked as he made a right turn.
"Shithead." I answered automatically.
"I thought his name was Sherman." My dad said. I could have sworn he sounded a little amused by my nickname for Sherman.
"Yeah. Shithead Sherman. I told my dad as I focused my eyes on the road.
"You know you got a real attitude problem." My dad told me as he turned the radio off.
"Well then it must be genetic, Dad." I said putting extra emphasizes on the dad. Which seemed to piss him off I noticed with a smirk. He then reached into the backseat and pulled out the map he had thrown back there earlier. As he looked at the map as he drove I looked down at my all-black attire. I was wearing black jeans, black t-shirt and black flats. A lot of the kids at my old school always said it was a rare sighting to see a black girl dress so emo-ish. Even if I was light-skinned. I opened my compact mirror in my back pocket and looked at my reflection. Clear, tan skin. Naturally red lips and a really petite body and a C-cup, that somehow went good with my short height of 5'3 even though I was 14. I sighed.
'Where in the hell are we?" I asked with curiosity. My dad then put down the map and looked at me.
"We are now in Hemingford, Nebraska." He said as he turned the wheel of the car into a street filled with ambulances, police cars, and a big yellow school bus. What the hell? I looked out the window as I saw news reporters trying to talk to as many people as they can about some incident in Gatlin, which was 19 miles away from here.
"I'm gonna go look and see what's going on" I said to my dad as I hopped out the car and tapped a person on the sidewalk who was watching the whole incident.
" Um excuse me, but can you tell me what's going on?" I asked the lady as I heard the car door to my dad's white truck slam close. Great, mister tabloid writer coming to finally get a real story.
"Those children over there killed all the adults in their town," she said as she pointed to a line of children who were getting their mouths checked by a white-haired doctor right in front of the school bus.
"They were apart of some religious cult." She finished before she turned back to watch the scene unfold. As I looked at the children in line I noticed one in particular that stood out. Like me he was dressed in head to toe black. His outfit resembled something a preacher would wear. He has jet-black hair and really pale skin. I wonder what his face looks like? I thought. As if he read my mind, he turned around and looked directly at me. His eyes, I noticed, were probably as black as his hair. He stared at me and for some reason I couldn't stop staring back, I thought as I looked at this strangely attractive boy. He looked like he was around my age. Suddenly a woman around her late twenties or early thirties appeared next to the boy in black. She appeared friendly I noticed as I saw what she was wearing. A White t-shirt with some kind of writing on the front. I couldn't read it, and a jean skirt that stopped right at her knees. Her dark brown hair was cut right at the tip of ears and she had light brown eyes that seemed to express her…friendliness. The boy and I broke eye contact as he picked up a suitcase that I just noticed he was holding and they walked away. Suddenly some old woman on a pink bike wearing a matching pink outfit rode her way in front the bus demanding that the driver don't move. Everyone, including me and my dad, swarmed around to see what was going on.
"Get out of my way!" she yelled at the people. "Stop it! Stop it, don't you dare move one inch!" she yelled as she hit the front of the bus with her bony pale hand.
" Come on ." A balding police officer said as he made a grab for in an attempt to move her out of the way. "Let's get this thing out of the way" he said as he tried to take the bike away from her as she got off of it.
"Over my dead body!" she said stubbornly back to the officer. "You know perfectly well that if we let those children in our houses, we're gonna be dead like those people are!" she spat at the officer as she pointed t the children on the bus. Jesus, haven't those kids been through enough already. Here was this old bat trying to traumatize them even more.
" Come on Ms.B-" the officer said but was immediately cut off when slapped him in the face, knocking off his glasses. Suddenly the woman who was with the boy in black suddenly appeared and tried to calm the old woman down as every reporter tried to get closer to hear their conversation. Nosy bastards.
"! , haven't these children been through enough?" the woman questioned the old woman as she looked back at all of the reporters.
"The children?" said in a disbelieving voice as if she couldn't even imagine the woman taking the childrens' side. 'What about their parents? They murdered their own parents!" yelled back in the woman's face.
"Those involved in the killings are dead." The woman said as she put a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder. I looked around to see how many people were here, when I saw the boy in black again. He was staring at with the most disgusted look on his face. As if even thinking about her would make him sick to his stomache.
"You have a nice, big, empty house, why don't you volunteer like I am?" the woman asked . Ohhh so the woman was adopting the boy in black into her home. "What happened is over , over." The woman said as she put her arm around shoulder. "Come on." The woman said as she tried to get from standing in front of the bus.
"No! I'm taking my house, and I'm getting the hell outta her." said as she wriggled from the woman's arm and then stormed off on her bike as reporters followed her trying to get some answers about her accusations towards the children.
"And don't you try and stop me!" yelled over her shoulder. And hand then clamped down on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, startled, to see my dad standing behind me.
"Come on let's go find a place to stay for the night. There's gotta be a motel or something." He said as he led me away from the crowd and towards his black car.
"Whatever." I said as I trudged back to the car. Once I was inside I saw the boy in black leaving with the woman. He gave me a short glance, then looked away as he walked towards the back of a building. I saw my dad standing beside the car staring at the woman's shirt. Suddenly he pulled me out of the car as he dragged me with him.
"Hey! Where are we going?" I asked getting pissed off by the fact that he was dragging me around like a puppy.
"Just come on. I have an idea." He urged as he pulled me into the alley the woman had taken with the boy. Finally once we stopped I saw that we were behind a clothing store. I saw the woman and boy walk towards a shiny, vintage looking red car as my father yelled out for them to wait. The woman and boy both turned around to see me and my father walking towards them.
"Excuse me I'm trying to catch up here. I'm a reporter. You mind me asking you a few questions?" My dad asked the woman as she rolled her eyes. Are you fucking serious! He dragged me out of the car for this?
"Yeah, actually I do" The woman said to my father as she tried to walk away with the boy.
"Wait! Just one question!" My father said as he tried to keep up with the woman and boy as they started to walk away again. My father eyes drifted to the woman's shirt again. Is he really staring at her breasts now. I thought until I read the shirt. It said "Come Sleep With Me. Bed N' Breakfast" Ohhh.
"Do you know a place where we can stay tonight?" My father asked. "It's just my daughter and me." He told her. I noticed the boy I black looking me over. I quickly got self-conscious and looked at my black flats, avoiding his gaze. "We just want something real simple and comfy." He said to the now smirking woman.
"Pays to advertise, huh?" she said with a small smile.
"Do you have any vacancies?" my dad asked.
"Well I have two bedrooms, each with a twin bed for thirty bucks a night." She told my dad. I could still feel the boy's intense eyes looking at me as I looked anywhere except him.
"Great." My dad said with a smile.
"Follow me." The woman who I now know who's name is Angela, because of her shirt, said. My dad and I walked back to our car. Once we were in we followed the shiny red car to the bed n' breakfast.
"You like her, don't you?" I asked my father who was grinning after the conversation with Angela. He didn't say anything. We finally pulled up to a huge white house that had a small sign that read the same thing as Angela's shirt. Once we were inside, Angela showed us to our rooms. My dad's was right across from Angela's. My room was at the end of the hall, right across from the boy who's name I just learned was Micah. After getting settled, we all went downstairs for dinner.
"That was delicious." My dad told Angela as she picked up his and her plate.
"Thank you." Angela said.
"I'll help you clean the dishes." My dad said as he followed Angela out of the kitchen leaving me all alone with Micah.
"So…how old are you?" I asked him the first thing that came to my mind. He looked up at me with his intensely dark eyes.
"Fourteen" he mumbled to me.
"Same here." I said while playing with bracelets on my arm. There was an awkward silence before my dad and Angela came back from the kitchen. They came back holding a carton of vanilla ice cream and a plate of sugar cookies.
"Oh yeah I wanted to ask you, who do you write for?" Angela asked my dad as she scooped Micah some ice cream. Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "The World Inquirer" I said with a chuckle.
"He's a rag man." I said causing my father to clench his fist under the table.
"Well yes and no, um, I used to write for News Weekly but the editor and I had some differences. I thought she was incompetent, and she didn't." my dad said to Angela.
"It just chalked up to mistakes." he said
"Is there anything you haven't chalked up to that?" I asked him sarcastically.
"Would you mind excusing us for a minute?" my dad asked Angela as he got up from his seat. "Outside. Now." I huffed in frustration as I got up from my seat and walked towards the front door with my dad following behind. O noticed that Micah was staring at me with a concerned look on his face. Once we were outside I turned around to face him.
"Alright now I've had it with you. I know full and well you don't want to be here with me, you've made that very clear, but I gotta tell you, you ain't no picnic for me either. And the last thing I need is for you to give me shit!" he yelled at me as he took deep breaths. "Please just give me a break"
"Why! Why should I" I screamed at him. I then lowered my voice. "You got my mom pregnant and you left her to watch me alone."
"Hey you listen to me now, your mother and me, we just couldn't make it work. We had our own plans."
"And that didn't include me." I said it more like a statement than a question because I already knew the answer. No, It didn't include me.
"No it didn't, as a matter a fact it didn't. Now I'm not going to bullshit this to you because I was 17 and I made a mistake. Now you deal with that any way you can. I'm still trying to figure it out. And if you can figure it out better than me that's fine, but who you are is up to you. Good or bad the choice is yours." He said looking at me to see if I was understanding what he was saying.
"Well if it's my choice, I'm on the next bus out of here." I said before walking off towards the road.
"Hey, hey, hey! You get back here!" My dad yelled as I stalked off. I saw Angela and Micah come out. They probably heard all of the yelling and came to see what happened. I saw Angela say something to Micah. He nodded and came jogging after me. I quickly picked up the pace. Damn, did she have to send Micah to come and bring me back. I was almost to the road when I felt a hand come down on my shoulder. I turned around to see Micah.
"Hey, you shouldn't walk off. It's getting pretty dark, maybe you should come back." Micah told me, his hand still on my shoulder.
"Thanks. But no thanks. I'd rather go for a walk and get some air." I told him as I shrugged his hand away and continued to walk down the road.
"Ok, be careful." Micah then turned around and walked back to Angela's place.
I had been walking for and hour before I saw a sign that read BUS STOP. I sat down on the ground as I waited for the next bus to come. As I sat down I saw a girl in the distance riding a moped. She was coming from the same direction as me. Once she got closer I saw that she had blonde hair that went all the way to her waist, like me, and she had clear blue eyes. She was wearing a white sports bra with a pair of denim rompers. She sunddenly stopped I front of me.
"You with all the reporters?" she asked me. I nodded my head.
"Yeah sort of." I told her back.
"So, what are you doing?" she asked me as she looked around.
"Just waiting for the next bus." I told her as I looked and see If a bus was coming.
"Well if I were you I'd get some magazines. Next bus isn't until next Tuesday" She said looking at me apologetically. Great, the next bus wasn't coming till nest Tuesday. And today was Thursday.
"Well thanks for the tip" I said as I got up from the ground and wiped any signs of dirt off of my pants.
"Anytime, by the way my name's Lacey." She said as she held out her hand. I quickly took it and shook it. "I'm Deena"
"Cool we should hang out some time. It gets kinda boring here by your self." she said before she started up her bike and rode off. I then turned around and began to walk back to Angela's house getting ready to hear my father scream 10x worse than before.