Shadowed Double Act
(A/N: Well, here it is! The reason for my absence from the site. This story has been holding me hostage ever since I read the book and though I haven't finished my other stories I needed to post this one. Hopefully you'll tell me what you think…)
Chapter One: Prologue: The West Side Sheldons
Anger coursed through his body, they just didn't understand! He didn't want them to LET him go out, get drunk, and end up in trouble. He wanted them to say NO! Yell or protest, something to acknowledge the fact that they cared. Bob's hand came crashing down on the glass table, as he looked for something he could take his frustration out on. Fazed by thoughts of broken china and ruined linen his hand came down on the top of his father's liquor cabinet. The polished wooden door was ajar, fading light from the great bay windows sent sparkling orange beams onto the table. Mirroring the sun as it set. Staring for a moment at one of the bottles, Bob reached quickly into the cabinet, his hand circling the top of the bottle and quickly wrenching from the room. His arms strained momentarily on the old wooden door, and then with an angry grunt he heaved it open. Frightened blue eyes watched the lights of his car disappear and a little girl's footsteps echoed loudly on the walkway of the Sheldon house.
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Thickly, Elaine Sheldon watched the fading light shine dully of the small chain she toyed with between her fingers. A deep orange light glinted of the small charm hanging from her fingers, and fell softly on the sill of the window where El sat. The tranquility of her thoughts was shattered by the slamming of the door. Jerking from the window sill, her eyes darted to the large expanse of the Sheldon courtyard the nick name her mother gave the ridiculously large front yard. Conflicting emotions surged through her veins as she watched the disappearing headlights of her brother's car. Closing her eyes in irritation the small form of a little girl slipped unknown down the lawn.
Straightening El attempted to repress the anger that was beginning to bubble in her veins. Jumping stiffly from the window she reached across the polished wood of her antique amour and ran a hand gently against the pair of dark eyes that stared at her from behind the glass of the frame. The dark eyes of her mother, the only part of her appearance she hadn't inherited from her mother. Looking at the smiling women, with tanned skin and deep brown hair El knew it was as if she was looking in a mirror.
"Even when were as similar as… an apple and a rock" Elaine thought sadly, a flicker of anger sparked in her eyes as the eerie feeling of grief evaded her "You would have been able to control what's happened with this family. You wouldn't believe what's happened since you've …" El swallowed harshly her thoughts swiftly turning furious as the events following her mother's death flashed violently through her mind. The broken glass in the kitchen, her stepfather's grief wrought eyes, and Rosalie's frightened face flashed disgustedly into her mind. The bruises that feathered the skin on her arms a startling contrast. Shaking her head El dropped the picture roughly on the desk and walked quietly into her sister's room. The images being forcefully removed from her mind. Stepping through the dark wooden door, her feet tread lightly on the toy strewn floor. El's hands came to a rest softly on the blanket covered bump in the middle of the small bed.
When she didn't feel the pile move with her little sister's breathing her own heart nearly stopped. Panic slicked her mind as she ripped the covers off the bed. When her eyes only found a stack of pillows and blankets El's eyes darted to her sister's open door. Fear pumping through her veins, El took the stairs two at a time, she searched the rooms of the main floor. Calls of "Rosalie?" Continued to go unanswered. El's footsteps came to an abrupt stop as a cool breeze hit her back. Attempting to calm herself fruitlessly, El walked slowly to the oak door her hands trembled when he eyes saw the absence of the pair of pink shoes that were always by the door. One of the few things that hadn't changed since their mother left. Franticly El's eyes flickered to her stepfather's liquor cabinet. As if a bright light had flickered in her mind, El made the connection. Bob's anger hadn't been natural and neither had Rosalie's silence.
"Damn it, Bob!" Elaine swore loudly. Neglecting to grab her jacket Elaine ran, for the first time from a home shadowed with unseen problems. Just as the words moments before were the she'd ever sworn.
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(A/N: I know, I know WAY to short. I only wanted to give a taste and that's what I did. If you would like me to continue though I mat continue not matter what please send a review. If you wouldn't like me to continue that's fine as well as long as you semd a review on what you didn't liie about the story.)
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