Chapter 8:

"Mommy where are you going? Can I come? I wanna go!" A small girl with long ginger ponytails clung to her mother's skirt. The woman was taller than most, but she looked as plain as day. Her plain brown hair fell neatly on her chest, and her dark brown eyes gazed down at her daughter. Gripping her suitcase harder now, she bent down to the small girl.

"Sweety, Mommy's going on a long trip that's way too far for you and your brother. Daddy will be here though. Mommy will be back real soon. Ok?"

"Are you going to bring me a gift?"

"Sure sweetheart. Bye bye now." Standing up, the woman left the dirty apartment and closed the door behind her.

Skipping over to the window in the tiny livingroom, the little girl watched her mother disappear into the mass crowd of people in the city.

Giggling, she jumped down from the couch where she see over the window and went over to the tiny bookcase next to the door. Pulling out one of the books, se began to flip through the picture book.

Yawning, the little girl sat up from the couch. Looking over at the wall clock, it read 4:33. Grinning a huge grin, she began to bouce up and down on the old creaky couch. Suddenly the door swung open reviling a tall husky man with light ginger hair like her, and bright green blazing eyes. Walking in behind the husky man was the same height teenager. His hair was the same ginger hair and blazeing green eyes. Running over to them, the little girl grabbed on to the older man's leg screaming.

"Daddy! Daddy, your home! Your home!" Bending down he scouped up the small girl and gave her a hug too.

"Hi there Janney. How was your day?"

"Good! I read some picture books and took a nap!"

"Hey Janney where's mom?" The teenage boy called from the small bathroom.

"She left right after lunch. She said she was going on a trip! She even said she would bring me back a gift!" She said hugging her dad's neck.

Looking up at her dad, then her brother their eyes widened and she became worried.

"Daddy, Thomas what's wrong?"

"Did she say where she was going?" Thomas said as he strinded over to his family.

"Nooooo. But she said it was to far for me or you and that Daddy was going to watch us while she was gone."

"Shit!" Slaming open the door, he sprinted out and door the rusty stair case. Looking up at her dad, he gazed down at her. Giving her a weak smile, he set her down.

Bending down on his knees, he was still a good foot taller then her. Causing her to look up at him. Strooking back her soft orangey bangs, he smiled weakly again.

"Jane listen to me. Thomas and I are going to try to fine Mommy. If she comes back, lock the door and hide the key. Don't let her go. Then call the Uncle Mason. Ok?"

"Why Daddy? Did Mommy do something wrong?"

"No sweety. But we just need to fine her. We'll be back by dinner time." And with that, the husky man left Jane alone.

Stretching to reach the door handle, she gidded it shut. Then running over to the couch, she jumped on top of it and stared out the window.

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The apartment door slammed shut. Sprinting over to it, her ginger pigtails bounced in the process. Grinning up at her brother, the scowl on his face said almost everything. Gazing up at him, he towered over her young teenage body. Taking three huge steps, she trailed behind him watching his face. Dashing over to the refrigerator, she pulled open the door and grabbed a bottle of brown liquid. Handing it to him, she watched him take two huge gulps.

"So, how was work?"

"Crappy. Any news?"

"No. None from Mom or Dad. Well, I went to school today and made a new friend."

"So nothing new?"

"Yeah… I guess."

"Well, I have some. Dad was actually at work and well not really. Janney he's dead. He died last month in a train crash. Mom was with him. They were screctly hiding her."

"W-w-w-why?"Jane could barely put together, she was having enough trouble tring to hold back tears.

"Don't know. But he left everything to me."

"N-nothing for m-me?"

"No." Taking another long swig of the brown liquid, he downed the rest of it.

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"Who's Thomas?"

"Huh?"

"Who's Thomas?" he repeated again.

Sighing she looked over at him, his face held his regular scowl but in his eyes there was concern, just a tiny bit.

"My brother."

so... what do you guys think? Sorry for the wait. I'm on vacation and we have super bad internet connection. and when we do get it in my older brother's on it. he is nothing like Thomas i can assure you guys! See you soon.!