This is my second 'The Covenant' story. So I like most girls, love the movie... love the hot guys... so yay I love Reid!
Using the characters from the covenant with my own character…
It is an actual story that I wrote myself for my writers craft class in school this past year!
Covenant
Title: Riche Lies
Author: jane-1-doe
Rating: T (language, violence, sexual content... underage drinking... yadda yah)
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters from The Covenant or any of the actors. I do however own the plot and any OC's that you're not familiar with.
Characters: Sons of Ipswich, Kate Tunney, Sarah Wenham, Carol Danvers, Marie Danvers
Summary: Carol Danvers has been called back home by none other then her untrusting mother Marie. She does not wish to return to the jail she once called a home, but her father's sick and she must go back before it gets any worse.
I've never been fond of those hot summer days when the heat makes my face feel like it was burning and the clothes on my body stuck to my skin and made them all soaked and sticky. That was a day like today and to make matters worse the air conditioner in my car broke last week and I still have to get that fixed.
I haven't been home in five years. I was shipped off to a boarding school when I was fifteen, but I've always believed that it was meant to happen. I always knew I was going to be out and about on my own, sure I didn't think I would be fifteen, but an earlier start the better. I always wanted to be living on my own, fending for myself, making my own rules. I lived better without my mother breathing down my neck every time I moved. She never really cared about me, always waited for that one moment that I would mess up so that she could yell or punish me. Everything was always about my brother Caleb, I mean I love him of course he is my one and only brother, but she has him under this spell that makes me sick. What ever she says he does, it kind of reminds me of a parrot.
My dad on the other hand he is awesome! I am and always will be his little princess. He is the only reason I would step foot back into that house. I received a phone call earlier in the week stating that he had become ill. It wasn't at the best of times since I had just begun my summer internship at this amazing catering business, but she understood. Family always comes first. So I jumped into Lucy, my big red truck and got ready for a long ride home. Which is where I am right now, sitting in my truck with the window rolled down and about an hour in traffic. What I would do for a citrus smoothie right now! Cars started moving along a bit faster.
"Finally!"
Did I tell you that I hated the heat especially when I am in the car with no a/c. Off the highway and on my way down town where the rich live and the poor…don't. I guess I could say I come from a long line of wealthy people. Kind of like that movie The in Crowd, with the bitches, the boarding schools, the whores, the cults stuff like that. Truthfully speaking everybody on that street may be able to keep that whole "I'm a perfect stepford wife, my children are complete angels and God no my husband is not sleeping with my neighbour… Bob" It is a bunch of bull shit if you ask me. Each family is just as screwed up as the next, even mine, no matter how much we try to act sane.
It is a known fact that my neighbourhood is considered dangerous especially when I have to drive through an iron gate to get into the subdivision and catch people staring through their windows. Each house has its own three or more cars. Gigantic houses painted every colour imaginable, no one could ever miss my house it's the gigantic white one in the middle of the circle. My mother wanted the house white because as she put it was a sign of purity and truth, that's a joke! My house was never pure and neither was the pool boy. It seems as if my mother still had time to pay him with everything going on right now. His truck was in the drive way along with my father's devil car. No one else was home though so that left me all to myself since father was resting at a peaceful rich hospital having every nurse to his beck and call.
I parked Lucy in the drive way and turned off her engine. It seemed as if nothing had changed. My mother still had the same garden she had five years back, same living organisms growing in the same arithmetical positions. I took my bags out of the back and started towards the two giant doors that would keep me prisoner until my father got better. I stood at the doors for a minute trying to find the courage to walk on in. I took a deep breathe and opened up the two big white doors. I swear the whole exterior was white! I took a step inside when an older looking Spanish lady ran up to me and began to take my bags. I was a bit sceptical of the little lady she seemed to like her job a little too much. My mother had this thing with hiring these ladies who couldn't speak English. She wanted to be able to yell at them and they weren't able to yell back because they could never understand a word she was saying. They'd say ok mame, and be off to clean another part of the house they thought my mother was complaining about. Then around six months in, she would be fired and a new non-speaking English house cleaner would be hired.
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Rosita."
"You speak English?"
"Yes I speak English; I am here to take care of the house."
She had this deep accent that made a person assume she wasn't from around here, but she spoke pretty good English.
"Miss. Wilson?"
"Carol, please call me Carol."
"Carol… don't tell your mother."
She winked at me; oh my God my mother doesn't know the nanny speaks English! All I did was nod my head speechless and started up the stairs to find my room out of the ten different ones that were located up on the third floor.
After a good five minutes of searching each room I realized that each of my brother's three friends had their own personalized room in my house. I guess my mother needed a new hobby since her tea parties had been shot to the ground by another lady down the street. Apparently Mrs. Cooksville had better tarts then my mother's biscuits.
My room was the exact same as I had left it five years ago when I was fifteen. Pink walls, fairy decorations, I was a girlie girl in my room and a tomboy with my brother and his friends. They would always laugh at me, but at least they hung out with me and made me part of the group. I always looked up to my brother, looking back at the picture of us on my desk. It was two summers before I had left, he was giving me a piggy back ride and we were both smiling and laughing. Just having fun like all siblings do. Anyone could tell we were related; we both had the same black curly hair and vibrant leaf green eyes. My hair was longer at the time, but ever since my mother had said she liked it long I cut it off. I was left with short curly black hair no longer then the bottom of my chin.
"BANG!"
Some one was home. My heart began to beat non stop, my breathing picked up and my pulse was speeding like it was in a race. The room began to close in on me and I was getting dizzy. I didn't know what was happening around me or to me.
"Carol?"
I fell and everything turned black.
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