I HAVE RETURNED! AND MY TYPO'S ARE WORSE THAN EVER!! TeeHeeHee!
Adelle
by Aimie
Chapter 10: "The Doll in the Attic"
I've never been the girl that ignored parental authority. Or any authority. But lately, Aunt Carly has become a real pain. I've never spoken unless spoken to, never talked back until a few months ago and that really surpised me. I never knew I had such a fire.
And now to add up to all my mini misfortunes Aunt Carly doesn't want me seeing Sean and although I donnot know why, I don't really care. I will do what I please.
She can't boss me around forever.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Sean as he climbed through the smallest window in her room. He struggled to get in. "I can wait."
"Yes. I don't want Aunt Carly thinking that she can control who I date. You and I--we're secretly dating." Adelle pushed her nose in the air and smiled at him.
"But why don't you just talk to her--"
She put her hands on her hips. "Than what fun would that be?"
He mumbled. "I still think that it's kind of stupid to do this. We're going to get caught."
"Look at Mr.Negativity. Are you comming in or are you just going to stay there?"
He narrowed his eyes at her and tried to move but couldn't. "Adelle, I'm stuck." he blushed.
She laughed. "Ha ha ha--" she saw him struggle. "You were serious?"
He nodded. "Yeah! No I just like randomly belting out 'I'm Stuck'. Yeah I was serious!"
She rolled her eyes and walked over to him helping him in. He fell to the floor.
"Sean are you okay?" she asked helping him up.
He mumbled. "Yeah, no thanks to you."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." she crossed her arms over her chest and walked over to her desk.
The past 3 days since Carly had dropped the bomb on their world had been tough. At school they would hang out like always but outside of school was different. Carly wouldn't let her go anywhere. She resembled a princess trapped in a tower with her prince waiting screaming 'Repunzel, Repunzel! Let down your hair!' only now her prince was screaming 'Adelle! Adelle! Help me get in!"
Two different situations and yet so similar.
"You're so stubborn." said Sean looking at her smiling.
"Oh, I'm the stubborn one? Who decided to go through my window, huh?" she asked placing her hands on her hips.
It felt weird. She had never had discussions--or fights with Sean before and yet at the same time it felt...good.
"Yeah, well." he blushed rubbing the back of his neck. "I..."
"Yeah, uhuh." she smiled and walked towards him. She kissed his cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked rubbing the place where she had kissed it.
"For being adorable." she responded. "Now we need to think of a plan."
Carly had not been home on this paticular day. It was sunny and Adelle could have just let Sean walk in through the front door but he insisted on going through her window.
"A plan?"
"You know to get Miss.Carly Shay to let us date.." she nudged him.
"Why do you think she hates me so much?" Sean asked. "And I thought you didn't care what she thought."
"I don't. And I'm sure she doesn't hate you either. Maybe you--"
"She did say something about my father." he pointed out.
"That's a start." Adelle grabbed his hand, he blushed. "Come on!"
"Where are we going?" he asked. "Are you shoving me down a laundry chute next?"
"Only if I have to." she laughed. "Aunt Carly won't be back till 11:00 so we have plenty of time to look around for clues."
"Now we're playing detective? And--clues for what?" he asked confused.
"I don't know. Anything that makes her suspicious. I'll go into the attic." she said walking towards the attic door. She pushed the door open it was full of cobwebs.
"I don't like the looks of that Adelle. Better let me investigate." he tried pushing her aside but she held a firm grip on his hand.
"I'll be fine you idiot. You shouldn't worry so much." she kissed him. "Just keep watch."
His head floated on the clouds. He couldn't think clearly. He was soaring and by the time he landed bakc on earth she had vanished into the dark abyss that was--the attic.
Adelle walked inside trying to avoid the cobwebs. She saw many things covered with dusty old white sheets. She felt like she was in some horror movie. She coughed at the amount of dust in the room. She removed the sheet of one of the biggest items in the room. She thought she was going to find a corpse but instead she found an old golden crib. Her name was written at the top in glistening golden letters. She smiled.
Inside the crib she found an old carousel music box. She picked it up and turned it upside down to make the song play. On the bottom the name 'Jolie' was written on it. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She made the song play and she knew right away. The tune, the beat everything. She didn't know the name of the song but she knew that sometime in her life someone had sang it to her.
She hummed along to the bright tune of the song that made the sunshine pour through the small window in the eerie attic.
Adelle, the supposed daughter of Carly's uncle walked amongst the remainders of her past as a child. Many things brought back memories while others she thought she remembered and then agan didn't. She remembered how Carly had been with her through everything. When she first crawled, walked and talked. Even when she first learned how to ride a bicycle. She was always there.
'I guess I have a lot to owe Aunt Carly' she thought sadly.
She picked up a dusty old rag doll. The doll was dusty and looked as if it would have deserved a better life but Adelle felt some sort of attachment to the dusty old blond pale doll. It wore a checkered dress and it's blond silky hair in pigtails. After dusting the face of she saw the serene face of the doll and how its happiness radiated. The smile on the doll was contagious.
--FLASH BACK--
(BEFORE READING THIS TAKE IN MIND THIS IS NOT ADELLE'S FLASHBACK, BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER IT. OR THAT THIS HAPPENED AT ALL. THIS IS MERELY THE ORIGIN OF THIS DOLL)
Freddie walked through the doors of his home carrying bags of gifts for his new daughter. No matter how bad things got with his new job and no matter how low on money he was he always managed to come home with gifts. Jolie had learned to smile and now that smile on his precious daughter's face was contagious.
"Again?" he heard a voice, he turned around.
He smiled when he saw it was Sam. "Anything and everything for my daughter." he said.
"You really shouldn't be wasting our money like that." she scolded. "You're such a dork and a softie too."
He walked over to her and hugged her. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Does that really matter?" he asked looking into her eyes.
"No. But you're not getting off the hook that easy." she smirked. "Show me what you brought."
He opened one of the bags and handed a rag doll to Sam. Sam blinked a few times and smiled.
"I brought the doll maker a picture of Jolie when she first smiled. The doll has her smile." Freddie said.
Sam hugged the small doll close to her body. "I think that Jolie will love the doll."
"I thought so."
-- FLASH BACK ENDED--
Adelle hugged the doll. The hug felt real, it felt like something so normal and not like a foreign touch like it normally would. She couldn't help but feel attachments to the things in the attic she knew and the things she didn't know. She explored the doll, on the back underneath the checkered dress lay an insicription.
Jolie Annie Benson Born: March 5th Parents: Sam and Freddie Benson
"To our beautiful daughter, with love" read Adelle aloud as she held the small doll. "Let this doll be our gift to you, our precious daughter. May you care for her as we care for you."
Adelle knew that Carly had some connection with the Bensons' lost daughter. She knew it. She had known it all along.
-- FLASH BACK--
"Do you think she'll like the doll?" asked Freddie.
Sam smiled as they walked over to the small crib. "Why wouldn't she? I like it, I'm sure she'll like it too. Now stop worrying about the doll and give it her!"
Freddie winced. Since giving birth to Jolie, Sam had been somewhat moody. Always biting people's heads off but he didn't care.
He placed the doll in the crib. "Read the inscription." he said smiling.
Sam smiled and lifted the dress reading it.
Jolie Annie Benson Born: March 5th Parents: Sam and Freddie Benson
"To our beautiful daughter, with love." she read. "Let this doll be our gift to you, our precious daughter. May you care for her as we care for you."
"Do you like it?"
"I love it. But--why did it have to be so sappy?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow.
"So that no matter where she is, she knows how much we love her." Freddie said proudly.
"You've been hanging around your mother again haven't you?" asked Sam rolling her eyes a blush crept up Freddie's neck and up his face.
"No.." he stuttered.
"What did she give you when you were a baby? A pair of socks that said 'May your feet never smell as bad as mine?', No, no, maybe 'May you never have the bunions I have?'." Sam laughed.
"We're married and we have a child and you still manage to insult me and my mother." he narrowed his eyes. "And yet I love you?" this statement came out more of a question than anything else.
"So are you implying you don't?" asked Sam placing a hand on her right hip angrily.
"What? Of..of course I do!" he said shaking.
"You better." she narrowed he eyes at him.
"I do." he stuttered.
"Than say it."she forced him. She smiled maliciously.
He then gathered up all his courage and energy to say it like a man. To finally stand up to his wife. Although, he never really mind her viciousness.
"I love you." he said.
-- END FLASHBACK.--
Adelle knew also that the doll she had seen or felt it before. She touched the doll and stroked its soft texture. The poor girl, where was Jolie? Where could she be? Where were her real parents, where could they be?
It was all a lie and she had been stupid enough to fall into it.
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A/N: Yep, this is the chapter and I'm back writing. So Adelle is piecing up her past huh?? She's also disobeying Carly with Sean. There's more but..you have to review.
This took me so long to post because I had taken a long extended vacation (of my stories) to chill. Also my computer just caught a virus and I'm stuck using this pile of junk (coughlaptopcough) because I still don't have a new one. So if you thought I did...think again!
I also haven't had time to read or review anything. I haven't checked my e-mails in forever. I must!! I promise once I read everything--I SHALL REVIEW!! Count on it!!
This was so long --yawn,
Aimie