Chapter 9 – You'll Think Of Me
March 2030
"Sniper! Sniper!" Called out one of his allies. Sniper turned his head at the man that stood before him.
"What?" He snapped.
"I've got two letters for you."
"For me?" He said looking at him with dark eyes.
"Yes."
"How'd you receive them then?" He snapped.
"I don't know, I was just told to give them to you. It about (He looks at the letter) agents 252 and 432." At the mention of agent 432, Sniper swiped the letters out of his hand and read them fast.
"Someone has given us some kind of hint of where he is currently at," Sniper said.
"Are sure? It could be a trap."
"It could be." He looked back down at the letter. "It says he will be back in the office on May 13th on the fourth floor, seventh door on the left."
"Like I said it could be a…"
"Enough." Sniper barked. The man jumped back. "Now, I want you to find files about this agent 252. We eliminate him next." The man nodded.
Sniper pushed by the man who was still shaking. Pathetic. He thought of him.
He flew open the flap of the tent and bent over the sink. He looked in the mirror. He felt dizzy and sickness seep its way in his stomach.
He looked in the mirror and watched the big brown bag that was all tied up leaning against the tent.
"You'll never get away with this." Scorpius' voice echoed through his head. Sniper gripped the side of the sink with a lot of force that it made dents in it.
"This is wrong and you know it." He continued. Sniper was shaking with fury. He felt his body bounce up and down with fury.
"You're afraid to look at yourself in the mirror. You're afraid to let me…"
"SHUT UP!" He yelled and he knew Scorpius wouldn't taunt him farther. He wouldn't dare test his anger.
"Albus?" asked a voice he hadn't heard in a very long time. Albus spun on his feet and looked in the eyes of Ellere Brown.
"Oh, Ellie. Wow, it has been awhile." She smiled. "Er, what have you been up to?" She dropped her smile.
"Oh, well. My parents have hoisting me around place to place. Never got a chance to stop, you know?"
"Oh, then what brings you here?"
"Huh, actually I lied to them and came back here." Albus never knew she was a mischief maker. "I missed it here, so that's why I came back. But enough about me, Headmaster, huh?"
"Oh, yeah."
"How is that treating you?"
"It's going good. Rose likes to tease me that I get way too emotional with the kids." Ellie smiled.
"Albus!" Albus turned when Teddy called on him. "I need you quick." Albus nodded.
"Give me a minute." Ellie nodded curiously. Albus dashed off not too far where Teddy went into.
"Ted, what do you need?" He asked.
"I can't figure out these corridinates. I need them resolved or we'll lose their track. I think someone has temepered with our system." Albus bit on his lip. He had no idea how to help Teddy out.
"Hold on, let me think for a moment."
"We don't have a moment." Teddy growled at him. "If I give you the numbers can you figure it out?"
"Alright, I'll give it a shot."
"Didn't they teach you anything as Headmaster to recognize these codes?"
"Not like this." He looked at Teddy who gave him a frustrated look. "But give them to me and maybe something with click."
"Ok the first part is 1311811." Albus nodded as he jotted down the numbers.
"Next."
"156"
"Next."
"2514."
"Next."
"That's it."
"Ok and what is this supposed to be?"
"Some spot the Raidens are going to meet up."
"How much time do I have to find out?"
"An hour." Teddy said.
"An hour?" Albus jaw fell.
"Yes."
"That's impossible."
"Nothing's impossible. You'll figure it out, I have faith in you, Al, but I've got to go."
"To where?"
"I can't say." He squeezed Al's shoulder and dashed out of the room while Albus tried to figure out the code.
Albus looked at the screen that transmitted the numbers that kept replaying the numbers over and over. In between some numbers there were dots, which meant they weren't all clutched together.
So it now read: 13 1 18 11 15 6 2 5 14.
Albus was so confused.
"It's a number code." Came a voice from the doorway. He spun around to see Ellie watching him.
"Ellie, you aren't allowed here."
" Neither are you. It's the Auror's Department and if your father caught you snooping around here, well must I say it." She sat down beside Albus.
"What's this code anyway?"
"Nothing that concerns you." He took the sheet away from her.
"Mark of Ben." She said.
"What?"
"Mark of Ben. That's what it says. The code, I mean." Albus thought about it. It didn't make any sense.
"I don't think that's right." Ellie shrugged. "How did you figure that out anyway?"
"Like I said it's a number code. My parents did them all the time. You match the numbers with the letters of the alphabet."
"Well, this group (Albus snorted), this group is much smarter than some stupid puzzle." He said.
"So smart, that you couldn't even figure it out?" She asked with a sly smile. Albus pursed his lips.
"Well, what exactly did you expect?"
"A location. Not the name of two people." Ellie thought for minute.
"A location where? Anyway or here?"
"Define here?"
"I don't know. London?"
"Yes, were looking for somewhere in London."
"Well, then the code makes sense then." Ellie said.
"What, no it doesn't? It gives us two names. One over the other."
"Yes, but, you're missing the key name."
"And that is?"
"Ben."
"Is this some muggle person in history books?"
"No, I'm talking about Big Ben the clock tower in London."
"Oh." Albus said looking down at the code again. "Ok, then tell me what you think Mark means? Is that some clock tower in London too?" Albus meant it as a joke, but Ellie answered him.
"No, but it is a landmark." Albus gave her a so-what look. "You know, land-MARK. Like x marks the spot." Albus stared at her. "What?"
"How, how did you figure that out without much difficulty." Ellie smirked.
"Like I said. Not everyone tries to use complex codes like you do. The only thing that was complicate was the information." Albus stayed mute. "Any more you've got for me?" Ellie asked excitedly.
"No."
"Are you just saying that or is there really no more left?"
"There's no more left."
"Oh." She said slouching back on her chair. "Well, what now?"
"What now? Nothing, now."
"I didn't just solve that code for nothing. It means something."
"What's it to you?" He asked her wondering if she became some spy.
"Well, I suppose this is some kind of thing against Raidens." Albus jumped out of his chair.
"How do you know the name of that group?" He yelled at her. Ellie's eyes widened.
"In a dream."
"What?" Ellie bit her lip. "Explain, now!" Albus asked.
"Ok, ok. I swear I'm having déjà vu. I had this dream. It was quite terrifying and you…you starred in it." She whispered the last part. Albus gave her a questioning look. "Well, images flashed through my mind like Big Ben and the word landmark, then there was a scene with my parents doing those number codes on Sunday mornings, then you saying, 'It's the Raidens,' and then the last part was a bit fuzzy, but you were fighting this masked guy, which ended in a flash of yellow light. After that I woke up screaming." She said. Albus dropped his wand.
Dr. Mendot's theory had been right.
"You weren't supposed to know any of that."
"Well, I did and for some reason I have been pulled into it. I want to know what's going on, Albus."
"Is that why you came back?" Ellie looked shocked.
"No, I told you. I lied and ran away and I, truthfully, wanted to… to see you again." Albus looked away. "Albus, please understand. My dream, I thought it was just some crazy dream I had. It doesn't make sense, but I didn't come back here to intrude or anything." She explained.
"No, Ellie. I believe you, I do. It just… (He looked into her eyes again) if you were to leave you'll keep having these dreams. It's something I just recently found out about."
"So, why am I having these dreams?" Albus felt his face go red.
"Some other time."
"Ok. Whatever it is you're doing, though, can I join in?"
"No." Albus said automatically.
"Why? I am a perfectly grown woman."
"I realize that, but..."
"But nothing. Either you let me join or you tell me what the hell is going on! I deserve something out of this. Think if you were in my position." Albus sighed.
"Alright. Alright. Sit down. I'll tell you what you need to know, but you're not joining this."
"Fine, as long as you give me exactly what I need to know." Albus nodded. He closed the door and but the muffliato charm on it.
He has to tell her quickly so he can hurry and deliver the message to Rose telling her he found Sniper's hiding spot.
Lucy was looking through pictures of her life that she kept in a shoebox. Times when she was a little kid, times that she spent with Kevin, and times she spent with her own daughter.
She was growing old and she has always done things alone. It was a lot of work, but she never complained once. Her friends had told her she needed to move on and that she needed to be taken care of, but she refused of course.
She couldn't meet another man like Kevin. If she did she'll just get crushed over and over again. She wasn't strong enough for that.
She heard Alisha come running down the stair.
"Hi, mum!" She said. She saw bags near the door. "Where are we going?" She asked. Lucy looked down.
"You're going to spend time with Auntie Victoire and Nicholas." Lucy said. Victoire wasn't really her aunt, but she wanted her to call her that anyway.
"What about you?" She asked with a cute puzzled childish face.
"I'm just going on a little trip. I promise I won't be long."
"But I wanna go!" She stomped her feet.
"Next time, I promise." Lucy said. She sighed.
"Alright."
"Promise, Mummy, you'll be good with Auntie Victoire, will you?" She asked her.
"Alright."
"Good." Lucy kissed her on the forehead. "Come on now, let's go." She took her small hand in hers and led her out the door.
(Flash-Forward 8 years later)
Alisha rushed down the stairs. She grabbed for the door and flung it open and nearly ran right into her own mother that was standing on the other side of it.
"And where do you think you're going?" She demanded. Alisha couldn't think up a lie. Her mother would always shoot it down anyway. "Allie?"
"Fine! I was off to see my boyfriend." She said shrilly.
"Boyfriend?"
"Yes, boyfriend! Now, if you excuse me, he's supposed to arrive any moment."
"How?" Lucy asked.
"Flying car. You know Uncle George's invention." She said.
"Oh, well, why doesn't he come over for dinner then?"
"His father is coming too." Alisha said irritated.
"He can stay too!" Lucy said.
"Ugh, Mum…"
"Really, Alisha. I need to meet your boyfriend seeing as you kept him hiding him from me."
"Alright, alright." A beep made the both jump. They looked to see an old car parked beside the sidewalk. A young man climbed out along with an older looking man.
"And where's the mother?" Lucy whispered to Alisha.
"She died when he was six." Alisha whispered back. Lucy nodded. They both greeted them.
Elijah and his father, Luke Bennett, sat at the table Lucy had set up.
"So you go to Hogwarts then, Elijah?" Lucy asked him politely.
"Uh, Mum. Elijah isn't a wizard."
"Oh, but you had the flying car." Lucy said.
"Yes, his father is a wizard."
"So, he's a squib?" Lucy asked.
"Kind of. His mother was a muggle, so there was some potential for Elijah to be a wizard. So I guess he's a squib." Elijah just shrugged.
"Oh. So, how did you two, er ,meet?" Lucy asked the couple.
"Aunt Molly introduced him to me when we went to Italy for the summer. They're neighbors." She explained.
"Oh." Lucy said. "And what school did you go to?" Lucy asked the father, Luke.
"Della Closseuous in Rome." He said.
"Oh, never heard of that one." Lucy said. Luke smiled.
"Well, we're off!" Alisha said.
"To where?" Lucy asked.
"The movies. Elijah promised to take me to one and he got tickets for us tonight."
"Oh, er, what are mobies?" Lucy asked.
"It's like our moving pictures only with sound." Luke explained.
"Oh, well ok. I guess it'll be alright if you went."
"Great!" Alisha said taking Elijah by the hand to the fireplace.
"But not too late!" She yelled after them.
"We won't be!" Elijah said as they vanished in the fireplace.
"I don't know how you do without it!" Lucy said to Luke.
"Do without what?"
"Worry." Luke smiled and before she knew it. Lucy hadn't had as much fun as she did in like ten years.
(Flash-Forward ended)
"There's a surprise downstairs for you." Jenny said swiftly.
"Really?" Molly jumped out of her bed and practically ran down the stairs. On the last step she tripped and fell face forward on the floor.
"Nice, Moll. Real nice." Came a voice close by her. Molly looked up into the face of her sister, Lucy.
"Lucy?" She asked.
"Is that the kind of greeting I get?" Lucy smirked as Molly stood up and brushed herself off.
"Oh my, it is you!" Molly squealed and hugged her only sister.
"That's more like it." Lucy said behind her back. They detached.
"How are you? How's Alisha?" Molly asked.
"Oh, good, good. But enough about me, look at you!" Lucy said looking down at her.
"What do you mean?" Molly said pulling away almost hurt.
"You lost so much weight. Nobody will recognize you at all." Molly rolled her eyes. Jenny must have said something to Lucy before waking her up and now Lucy was being nice. Lucy wasn't nice about anything when it came to her. Well, back in the day. Molly thought.
"What brings you here?" Molly asked. Lucy's smile faded.
"Um, can we talk somewhere else? Somewhere more relaxing?" Lucy asked.
"Ok…" Molly walked away with Lucy behind her and went out to the deck.
"This place is really beautiful. How much longer are you staying here?" Lucy asked.
"Not much longer. I might actually think of living here."
"Really?" Lucy asked then her face lit up. "Oh my god, you met a man."
"No."
"You so have! Do tell! What's he like?"
"No, I haven't. I'm serious."
"Oh, but why move here? I mean nobody else is out here."
"Exactly. I mean it'll be lonely without Jenny, but she has a family to support when she gets back." Molly said. "She has helped me out tremendously." Lucy nodded at her words. "Now, what is so desperate in that you needed to come all the way over here to see me?" Lucy walked up to the railing and looked ut across the beach.
"I'm worried."
"About?"
"I'm worried for Alisha. I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. I can't do this anymore. Kevin has asked several times to help out, but I can't let him back into my life after what he did to me." She said.
"Well, it seems to me he isn't trying to get back in your life. It seems to me he is trying to be a father in some way."
"Yeah, but I can't let him see her or vice versa. I can't have that."
"You're being selfish."
"How can you say that?" Lucy asked. "I've raised her for almost six years now and now you're telling me I'm being selfish? I'm not ok? I'm not. I just don't want him to…to take her from me."
"Now why would he do that?"
"He has a way to manipulate people, you know make people believe things that aren't true."
"Lucy…have you ever heard of second chances?"
"Molly," She whined, " I can't let him back in or he'll do the same thing he'll do to my daughter."
"I don't believe that. I think you're just afraid to fall in love again especially with him. If it bothers you so much why don't you try to move on?"
"I can't do that. Alisha is five years old. I can't do that to her and think of the guy. He'll think I'm only using him to pay the bills and stuff like that."
"Not if you two understand each other. I mean even if you already had a baby you still have a great body. One I'll never get."
"Molly, are you serious? Have you looked yourself in the mirror? You loss so much, really you have."
"I'm still chubby. I still ugly, I'm still."
"You doubt yourself too much. Why can't accept the fact that you were made the way you are?"
"Because unlike you, I have to work to get a guy's attention. Lucy, you're always coming to me for advice and do you take it? No, you don't. Wasn't it I who told you getting in with Kevin would be a mistake?"
"Yes, but…"
"Wasn't it I who told you not to give up on Alisha and that she was a new life entering the world and killing it will only make it worse?"
"Yes, but…"
"And wasn't it I who brought you to classes when you were pregnant and how to practically raise a child?"
"Yes! Ok, yes, you helped me through a lot of bloody things!" Lucy shouted at her. "And I'm grateful. I really am. I'm grateful for Alisha. She has been everything I have ever wanted. So I'm glad everything happened the way it did. If I hadn't listened to you, I would probably commit suicide or something."
"You wouldn't…" Molly eyes widened in shock.
"Well, no. I wouldn't have the guts, but I don't know how I would bear to look at myself. So, I come to you once again for advice because you're my sister and you know things better than I do." Molly held a stern face. "Molly, please…"
"I could help you, but then you'll keep coming back. Lucy, you've got to do these things all by yourself."
"I know, but…"
"No, buts… I will not spoil you like Mum did because you were the baby of the family. You've got to learn, Lucy."
"So you're giving up on me?" Lucy demanded.
"No, I'm not…"
"Yes, you are. I can see you going for a streak. You gave up running because you're too stupid to realize it has been helping you and now you're giving up on me because you know I'll mess up once again and you'll be right in front of me telling me, 'I told you so.'
"Lucy!" Molly shouted at her looking hurt.
"You know what Moll? I have been told over and over again how imperfect I am." Lucy shouted. "Why can't you be more like your sister? Look at the mess you have made, Lucy, if Molly were here she
wouldn't even have made it look like that! Molly this, Molly that. Mum and Dad told me every day I should act like you! But you know what? I can't! I can't do it. I can try to be, but that's when I mess up. That's when I'm not me." Lucy was close to tears.
"Lucy…" Molly walked toward her.
"No, forget it." Lucy held up her hand. "Forget I came. I'll just make my way on my own. You're right. It's time I decide for myself."
"Lucy… I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes, you did. I'm sorry I bothered with your schedule." Lucy said.
"Lucy, no…" But Lucy already disapparated. Molly felt horrible the rest of the day. She laid on her bed the whole day playing the whole scene over and over again. What had she done?
Madison and James were lying in bed. Madison was stroking James' hair as he slept. Madison was really happy that things were finally starting to look up for once in her life.
The meetings with their counselor had stopped so now they were able to see each other again, not that they haven't already.
Madison leaned over and kissed him on the lips. She felt him awake underneath her lips.
"Good morning." She said.
"Morning." He said out of the corner of his mouth has he opened his eyes slowly to look into hers. Madison smiled up at him as she continued to stroke his hair. "Well aren't you the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen." James said. Madison laughed.
"Aren't you supposed to get ready to take Alden to Victoire's?" She asked.
"Aw, do I have to?" James whined, but then smiled at her.
"You are something you know that?"
"Not without you." He said. He bounced himself over as he climbed out of bed. But Madison eyes widened at what was on his back. She was about to call his name, but he was already in the shower.
As soon as he came out of the bathroom, James saw Madison sitting on top of the bed staring at the floor.
"Madison? What's wrong?" She looked at him slowly.
"Have you been seeing other women?" She asked. James snorted.
"What? Now why would I do a thing like that? I told you the only the reason I saw Evelyn back when we were in Hogwarts was to make you jealous, but that's the only other woman I have ever been with besides you." James said.
"Are you telling me the truth James Sirius Potter?" She asked.
"Madison, how can I ever see another woman? The whole time you were gone, I wanted you back and the only way to prove that was to show you I can be a good father and a good husband. I out there right now looking for a new job because I want to make you happy."
"Ok."
"Ok?"
"But why do you have a white scar on your back?" James looked at her stunned.
"I do? I mean there is one?" He asked disbelieving her, but then he smiled.
"James, this isn't funny. Why do you have a scar on your back?"
"Look Madison, I know this is going to sound really weird, but it just showed up one day. I thought I had got drunk and glided with something, but I don't know what thing could cause this, but that was until I found…" He stopped mid-sentence.
"Until you found what?"
"Er, that there was one on Alden too."
"There's one on Alden?" She asked with eyes wide open.
"Now Madison, don't get any ideas…"
"What did you do to him?"
"I swear I didn't do anything."
"So, you're just saying these scars just magically appeared."
"That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't know how to explain it."
"That's absurd! You must have done something!"
"But Madison, that's not the only thing that has changed."
"Oh, what else has changed then? Did you get tattoos too?"
"No! But listen…"
"I am listening."
"This sounds crazy, but whenever I feel really happy or excited. There's this power inside me that wants to come free. I know what you're thinking…" James grabbed both sides of her shoulders, "But I swear I didn't touch a hair on our son nor have I let anything bad happen."
"I don't know if I should believe you." Madison said.
"You know what? Alden told me Nicholas had some scar like his too."
"Are you serious right now? Are you seriously telling me a white lie to get me to believe you?"
"Alright then, come with me to Victoire's when we drop off Alden."
"And miss work?"
"No, we'll go early so you can still make it on time."
"Fine, but if you're wrong…" She said, "I don't even know at this point what I'll do."
"I won't be wrong." He said. "Not this time."
Cyrilla picked up the laundry she just did. Her feet were aching from doing so much work. She was so tired of doing so much work. She was shaking and it was always so bitter cold in her old crammed room.
She thought maybe she was coming down with a cold, but her body was normally good at defending herself from sickness.
Her head was the worst of all the pain she had. It was burning like a blazing fire. She had no idea how to cool it down. She couldn't even think anymore.
As she climbed the stairs she felt herself go dizzy and she fell down the stairs.
"What in Merlin's sake was that?" Asked Monica. Cyrilla breathed in and out of slowly trying to gain back her thoughts.
The blurry images that shook through her mind starting to come back in one piece.
She stood up shakily.
"Cyrilla!" Lorraine yelled. Cyrilla looked at Lorraine as she flew open her door. Cyrilla thought she had come to see if she was alright for once in her life. Lorraine had some heart in things, but not all.
Lorraine reached down and picked up one of her clothes. "Ugh, it has dirt all over it!" she wrinkled her nose. "And this is my favorite shirt!" She screeched and threw back at Cyrilla. Everything was her favorite shirt to Cyrilla. "I need that clean by tonight for my date!" She said sticking up her nose.
"Cyrilla!" Came Monica's voice again. Cyrilla stayed on the floor as Monica came down the stairs. "These aren't mine. These are Angel's!" She shrieked. "I am not a size eight!"
"What? I'm not a size eight!" Angel came from the kitchen overhearing the conversation as usual.
"You wouldn't be if you didn't snack on everything in the house!" She spat at her. Cyrilla started to stand up, but felt like her knees would cave in at any given moment. She put a hand to her head feeling that it is still hot for arguing to enter in its presence.
She looked up as all three girls were now bickering about their clothes.
"Well Cyrilla can just redo them!" Lorraine suggested.
"NO!" Came from the least expected person. It came out of Cyrilla's mouth.
(Flashback 4 years ago)
"Ow!" Loraine complained as Angel brushed her hair.
"Sit still!" Angel barked. Lorraine crossed her arms over her chest. All three girls were getting ready for the Zabini Ball as usual.
Cyrilla walked into the room.
"What are you wearing?" Monica asked her mouth opened.
"A dress for the ball. Mother said I can attend this year because there isn't a chore to be done today!" Cyrilla said happily.
Angel snorted. "Good luck, impressing guys with that! You look like a rag doll."
"Oh, I don't care. I'm going, that's all that matters." Cyrilla said happily.
"Whatever, as long as you don't get in the way when I impress Marcus Zabini." Lorraine said.
"Or Mac, his older brother." Monica said smiling.
(Later at the ball)
"Would you like to dance?" Asked Marcus. Cyrilla looked up at the handsome Zabini. She couldn't believe her luck. She was going to end up like Cinderella after all.
She took his hand as they dance on the floor. She had a feeling her sisters were tear them apart and it will crush the moment. But that never happened.
The song ended and Cyrilla felt like she was living a fairy tale. Marcus seemed to like her so she felt even happier.
He leaned down and Cyrilla wanted to squeal at what he was about to do. She closed her eyes waiting for him to kiss her.
Nothing happened. Confused, she opened her eyes and he wasn't there. She looked around and finally spotted him.
He had gone off with Lorraine. Of course, any bloke would choose Lorraine over her. She watched as they laughed and teased each other.
And at one moment, she saw Lorraine look over her shoulder at her and gave Cyrilla a gallant smile. Cyrilla felt, she really did.
She couldn't think anymore and took that moment to run out of the house to find a secluded place to cry her eyes out.
It had always ended with Lorraine with the win and Cyrilla with the lost.
Never once in her life had Cyrilla ever stood up for herself because it was jumping into a pit full of lions. She wouldn't make it out alive.
(End of Flashback)
"What did you say to me?" Lorraine asked. Monica and Angel were also staring at her.
"I said 'No'! I'm not doing your laundry over." Cyrilla said folding her arms.
"Mum! Mum get over here, NOW!" Monica yelled. Pansy Parkingson Lordingale came walking into the room from the living room.
"What is going on here? Your father is trying to listen to the news." Lorraine snorted. Monica pointed at Cyrilla.
"She won't do our laundry after she dumped it on the floor. I mean how can you expect me to wear such a dirty shirt tonight?" Monica asked.
"What? I didn't do it on purpose?" Cyrilla shouted.
"You're such a liar, Squib!" Angel spat.
"I'm not lying! I fell down the stairs."
"Well, that's your fault, not ours." Monica said looking at her fingernails.
"Well, I'm not doing the laundry over again. I don't feel good." Cyrilla said folding her arms. Monica was about to protest, but Pansy put up her hand and she kept her mouth shut.
"Leave us, ladies. I need to speak to Cyrilla alone. I'll straighten out for you." All three girls left. Pansy turned on her youngest child.
"Now, what is the meaning of this? Why aren't you doing your chores like a good daughter ought to be doing?" She asked her.
"I'm not doing it anymore. I don't deserve this and it's been far too long that I have doing this."
"You should be lucky we kept you around. Most squibs are thrown out on the streets for being a disgrace to their families. You're lucky we're are even paying you and giving a good place to live."
"Well, I quit then. You don't have to pay me anymore!"
"What do you want a raise or something?"
"No! What kind of mother are you? What kind of mother makes her own daughter work when she is sick! I quit being here!"
"You're not serious. You have nowhere to go."
"Any place is better than here! I should have walked out once I turned of age!" Cyrilla began to walk away.
"Fine! Don't come here you ungrateful little piece of scum. We won't accept you back!" She said.
"You won't have to worry about that because I'm not coming back! I won't even bother to write!" Cyrilla yelled her final words and slammed the doors shut.
(Later that evening…)
Cyrilla stood at a door unsure to knock or not. She rose her hand and knocked gently.
The door opened.
"Cyrilla?"
"Um, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I stay the night? It's only for the night. I, uh, got thrown out of my own home." Cyrilla said her eyes casted toward the ground.
"We don't mind a bit. Come in." Hugo stood to the side to let her in. "Leora will be so excited."
Cyrilla gave a shifty grin. "I'm sorry to intrude. It's just you're the only friend I really have."
"Cyrilla, please. Just make yourself at home, will ya?" Hugo smiled at her and took the only thing she had, which was her bag filled with the only clothes she had.
For once in her life, Cyrilla didn't have to a damn chore all night.
A/N: I know I've been updating fast, but I'm trying to get to my favorite part in the story which is Chapter 11. I hope many of you will enjoy that one too. Otherwise, if I make mistakes, it's probably because I'm rushing a bit and I'm sorry. Nothing is worse than rushing a story so I apologize for any reason you may get confused or so.
