This is still a part of the previous chapter. I just cut it out because I´m a messy writer, and needed more space. By the way I´m sorry to those who read my fic and I let them wait months. Like I said I´m messy and there is no easy explanation. And thank you for reading. It means a lot.
"I don´t think we should leave her." Charlie said so loosely. As if Sophie wasn´t in the same room. As if... as if she wasn´t hearing, those words. The words that left her mouth, like it meant nothing. The red headed woman, had no idea, how they would linger, and bore into Sophie´s head. But Bobby knew. He knew Sophie in and out. He watched her. Her eyes, directed at her hands. Her way of showing how ashamed she felt. Bobby hated seeing her like this.
"I´ll stay with her." Charlie said. Her voice lacked sincerity, so Bobby refused. She began to insist. Which only made Bobby furious. He trusted no one with her. Not when she was in this state. "Enough", he shouted. Letting his rage out. Spitting the words. It always burst out of him, his anger. No matter who stood in front of him. Pointing his finger at Charlie, he breathing in. Trying to control it. "If anyone stays, it´s me." He breathed out. Letting his hand fall to his side. For awhile his eyes lingered on Sophie. Her eyes were still on her hands. Then he left the living room and confused heads watched him go.
With heavy legs he went upstairs. Holding on to the banister. Each step was harder. And arriving took longer. Once he passed through his bedroom door, he let his shoulders fall. Turning around and closing the door, felt like the most difficult and draining thing he has done, in a long time. He sat on his bed and eyes fixed on the floor. Not blinking then closing them. She had lost everyone but the lose of her father, took what she had left of a family. "Only Sam remained.", Bobby sigh. Grabbing his phone from is jeans pocket. Making a call he hoped would led him somewhere.
When the clock showed 1:00 pm, one by one everyone left the house. Only Sophie stayed. Neither Bobby nor Benny, wanted to leave her, all by herself. Both men were afraid. Afraid that something might happen to her. Afraid that she might do something to herself. And no one would be with her. But both men also knew, she needed some time for herself. Time to breath. Time to mourn in peace. Time...to think. And so they decided to leave her. With a fear of yesterday creeping in the back.
Garth went back home yesterday evening, to Nebraska. "Stay please." Sophie had begged, the night he left. Her grip on him tight and her nails bored in his flesh. Bobby and Benny tried to get her off of him. But Sophie refused to let go. She had screamed, cried and begged. Terrified to loss yet another person whom she loved. "I will come as soon as my exam´s are over, and I will call everyday. I promise." Garth said, with honesty written on his face. But those were just words. Settled in her ears but her brain refused to welcome.
As much as Benny didn´t want to go, he knew, he had to. And he had no intention, to take Sophie with him. He knew it would cause her more pain. "Call me, when you want to." Benny had said, and gave her a kiss on her forehead. He had hesitated, before he finally left with Avery. Normally Sophie would be jealous of Avery. But that was another thing which she lost. Alongside her hunger and sleep.
Benny didn´t want her to sit in silence, lost in her thoughts. So she sat across from a turned on TV. But the distraction did not last long. And she rememberd. A road. A long road that seemed not to end. With her father beside her. Driving hours and hours to get from one place to another. 5 weeks just the two of them and the long roads. Underneath them. Time did not seem to pass when Sophie was younger. But once she grew, each year became shorter than the one before. She wished she could relived those times.
She used her hands to lift herself from the floor. Leaving the TV turned on, and walking towards the book shelf. ´´I´m so dumb. I´m so dumb." Sophie yelled. Hitting her head with her hands. She had not much time. And some of it, wasted remembering old days. Sophie groaned in frustration. She grabbed a pile of books and lay them down on Booby´s desk. To nervous to sit.
Her hands were shacking, as she opened the cover of the first book. She did not know what to look for. Desperately devouring one page after another. Putting the pile of books back when she was finished. It cost her time but saved her from explanations. She lifted her head. Her eyes scanning the books she had not read yet. Sighing she rubbed her face with her hands.
Once or twice she peeked at the clock behind her. An unnecessary act. How many books she had read. She had not counted. How much time left. She could not count. Hope. It had never been on her side. Yet she held the last book she would read in her hand. The word please formed on her lips. "If in this book isn´t an answer to my ...", her brain forbid her to continue the sentence.
She flipped through the first few pages. Her eyes and mind on every word. And finally at page 21 she found a spell. A spell to a parallel universe. She knew she had no time. No time to find more books. No time to find something better. And after all, Sophie was a child who just desperately wanted to see her father. The rest didn´t matter. And it never crossed her mind, that in a parallel universe, her father might not be the same man.
The ingredients for the spell were: dead sea brine, lamb´s blood and bones of a lesser saint. For a moment she questioned herself. Lamb´s blood and bones of a lesser saint. How would I get that stuff and were would I get that she thought. Then she told herself, she would do anything to see her father. No matter what. She remembered that Bobby had ingredients, for spells and such all around his house. "How could I forget ?´´ She felt angry at herself. Maybe I find one of those ingredients here, she tried to think positive. And just like that, one by one she found them.
But Sophie hadn´t thought it would be this easy. She questioned herself more then once. And even questioned her plan. Because it felt surreal. To easy to be true. ´´Maybe there is something I missed.´´ And by the time she collected the ingredients Bobby and Beth arrived. So she ran upstairs to hid them in her room. Tonight she would see her father again. Nothing and no one and would make her stay.
