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AN: This is book-verse. It's the background story for Coraline and Christabelle for when Unforseen Choices starts. It's Coraline's version of Unforeseen Circumstances haha
Unforeseen Losing
Chapter Three
Applying to Reason…and then Running
Coraline swallowed as she opened her eyes, afraid of what would before her eyes. She was, shocking relieved, when she found herself in her other bedroom. She was worried that she would wake up in the Other Mother's bed again.
She closed her eyes and breathed in a shaky breath. How in the hell did she get into this situation? All that she knew, was that she had to get out. Now. She stood quickly, then had to sit down when she felt pain shoot through her, originating at her womanhood. She sat quietly, trying to regain her senses, breathing slowly. Then she swallowed and gingerly stood, making no quick movements. She couldn't believe that she lived here for ten years.
Didn't her other self (what she referred to her amnesiac self as) have any common sense? That something was wrong, when the world they lived in revolved around her and her other mother? She resolved not to think of the past. Well, the time she spent in the other world. She walked slowly to the mirror and peered at herself. She swallowed when she realized just how much like her real mother she had grown to look like. She bit her lip and tried not to cry. She had to get home, and make sure that she had the key with her, too.
After all, there was no way the Other Mother would just let her waltz outside, not after all the planning this seemed to have taken. She swallowed and looked around. She found the broom that she had used a few days ago to clean her room with, not bothering to put it up yet. She grabbed it before reaching the door. She swallowed as she slowly opened it. She looked down the hallway and strained her ears to find any sort of noise. She heard nothing, so she slowly snuck to the staircase, and made her way down stealthily. Before she reached the landing, she checked the hallway she was entering on the way to the little door to make sure the other mother wasn't there. She still found not even a mouse.
She knew that this was too easy, the Other Mother was probably waiting in the drawing room for her. So, she was frozen as she snuck through the empty drawing room, trying to make her way to the little door. She was confused as she reached the door, then figured that the door would be locked and that the Other Mother was just laughing at her for her foolishness, but when she pulled at the door, it slid open to the hallway. She just sat there for a few minutes, just staring at the portal to her real world, but it felt too unbelievable. She warily looked backwards, expecting her Other Mother to come into the room, grab her, and slam the door shut.
She wasn't a fool. She knew that this was all set up by the Other Mother. But why send her back home just after getting what she wanted? Whatever the purpose of raping her was for. She shook her head, wishing to purge the painful memory. She swallowed and slipped through the door and crawled over to the other door. She felt elation and anticipation, as she pushed the door open.
She slid into the room that she hadn't seen in years. It was the same, with the old stuffy furniture that her parents never let her sit on. She blinked back tears, knowing that it meant that her parents still lived here, she wouldn't have to go searching for them. She didn't hear any noises, so she figured they were out.
She couldn't tell them about the Other World, they'd throw her into the soft padded white room that she heard about when she was little. She knew that she'd have to come up with a story to make up for the last nine years. She smiled. She was always inventive, and she still was. She could come up with a story no problem. One that they'd believe? A little harder. She closed her eyes and sniffed. She could smell the wonderful aroma of apple pie. She froze and her eyes shot open.
Her Other Mother made apple pie. Her mother NEVER made apple pie when Coraline was younger. She went into the kitchen and saw the pie cooling by the stove. Before her brain could process the thought, she heard a noise at the front door. She looked like a deer in headlights until she remembered the kitchen door. She quietly snuck out of the house, but peered into the kitchen as she waited to see if it really were her real parents that were there.
She felt butterflies swimming in her stomach as she gripped the windowsill. She waited until a head came into view.
It was her mother, button-less. She almost swooned in happiness there, but was able to keep herself upright long enough to see her father walk in behind her mother. They both looked haggard, tired. She swallowed. Maybe they really did miss her? She felt hope burning in her chest. She snuck around to the front door and stood there, waiting to gather up the courage to knock. It was all in this moment, she would knock on the door, her parents would come with smiles, and she'd beg them to move somewhere else so she'd be safe again.
Coraline snorted. Right. Safe. Like that's possible with the Beldam still living and breathing. She figured she'd forever be tormented by her, even just her memory if she didn't see any trace of her again.
Coraline swallowed and knocked, feeling anticipation well up in her chest as she heard the noises in the kitchen stop, and move towards her. She felt her palms sweat and her heart race as the door creaked open.
Mel Jones just stood there for a minute, looking at the teenage girl standing at her door. She licked her lips as they had suddenly dried. The girl before her was a spitting image of herself when she was her age.
"Coraline?" Her voice cracked, and she suddenly needed the door hinge to support herself as the girl nodded slowly, visibly scared.
"Mommy?" She said in a little voice. Mel felt her world shift and had to force herself to swallow.
"Charlie! Charlie! It's Coraline!" She couldn't stop crying as she pulled her daughter to her chest, feeling the years of worry and being scared for her daughter's fate just melt away as she held Coraline to her chest. She felt her husband up behind her freeze as he took in the picture of mother hugging daughter. He started crying too and pulled them both into a hug.
A/N The next chapter is the last chappie, I swear, then I can start Unforeseen Chances.
PLEASE R/R, I have NO IDEA what's going on in you guys' heads! Am I writing this for no reason? Please! I'm begging! Just say if you like it or not, and/or explain why! Tell me i'm gonna go to hell! Tell me i'm an angel! Anything!