Along came a spider

by Lavena

3 years after running to California, Stephanie and her 6yearold bat spawn, Melosa, are at a dead end. Her ex has found her, and isn't happy about the child... especially not whose child it is... but when along comes a spider, Stephanie is faced with a cho

1. Spider and Fly

"Mommy, why are you crying?"

I looked down at Melosa, so confused. Whoops, so am I.

"Um, because I'm happy, Melly, now please pack your clothes faster."

Ok, I was running, but that's ok, because a lot of people run. And as I stared at Mel, my child of 3 years, (bat spawn- don't ask. Ranger said it was accidental and I believe him...) I knew that if I dragged her into my shit, she'd be screwed.

Oh well. Somehow I couldn't see myself leaving her on the doorstep of RangeMan. Besides, it has security cameras, and no one can know I -we- are leaving.

"Melly, give me your bag, sweetie, we have to go - NOW!"

Panic had settled on my brain... oh dear. Not good to drive when panicked. I grabbed Melly's small Ranger-coloured hand (and our suitcases) and made a mad dash for the car.

(Maybe a tad violently) I shoved the luggage (and Melly) into the back of my (brand-new) truck and clambered into the driver's seat.

Melly... check.

Luggage...check.

Brand-spanking new truck...check.

Clean underwear...check.

Ok, ready to haul ass!

And, as we drove away from the sleeping Morelli's house, we knew that we wouldn't be bothered again... not in this time. No more Bombshell, or the more common spawn of Bombshell, no more stinking FTAs, no more Morelli or Ranger... no more trouble.

Well, there better not be, anyway.

Ahhh... I can already taste the California sunshine on my tongue.