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~Missy
I skipped home from school, happily, daddy wasn't working tonight! Fridays were the best, no homework, no school, just mommy and daddy! I opened the door quietly, hearing loud voices,
"What about our family!" Daddy shouted,
"What about me?" I heard mommy cry back.
"It's always been about you Louise! Never once have you thought about me, or the family, or even our daughter!" Daddy fought. I flinched, were they fighting about me? Mommy and daddy never fought, well sometimes, but about small things! Like what to eat for dinner, what shows I can watch, what books I can read, nothing serious. But this sounded as if they were fighting about something more than meatloaf. I entered the kitchen, seeing my daddy's face as red as a tomato, and mommy glaring at him like he was dirt.
"Hi… mommy, daddy…" I whispered. They seemed to notice my presence for the first time.
"Oh, Alex, your home. How was school kiddo?" Daddy asked me, ruffling my short brown hair. I smiled at him,
"Great! I got an A on my Pre-Algebra test! It was so simple though." I gloated. Daddy beamed at me,
"That's my girl, Pre-Algebra at eleven, smarter than Einstein himself!" he praised. I couldn't help but laugh, but mommy didn't look impressed, which brought me back to wondering what they were fighting about.
"So, what were you two talking about, before I came, I mean…?" I said, looking down. My parents exchanged glances,
"Oh you caught that, huh? Well, it was nothing, really, just some work problems." daddy lied. No way they would be yelling like that over work. Mommy snorted in disgust,
"Of course, lie to her." mommy said, stalking away. Daddy frowned,
"I'm not the one with the lies Louise." daddy said, with a slight edge in his voice. He had never used that tone with mommy, this was very strange. Daddy sighed again, smiling at me,
"It was nothing sweetie." he reassured me,
"Who are you trying to prove daddy? Me or you?" I asked. Daddy was good at hiding his feelings, unlike mommy. If she was upset, the world had to hear of it, if she was happy, the world knew too. Daddy kept quiet, seemed calm all the time, even if he was angrier than anger itself.
I decided to go and find mommy, she seemed pretty mad. But I heard someone knock at the door, so I had to go get it first.
I opened the door wide to a young man with dark curly hair and a wicked grin.
"Hi Mr. Kenton, do you need to speak with daddy?" I asked him. He smiled down at me, messing up my hair -which I hated.
"Alexandra, how are you? And for the millionth time, please call me Michael. 'Mister' makes me sound like an old man." he said laughing. I smiled at him, I liked Michael. He worked for daddy, and was really funny. He often came here to drop off work for daddy, but most of the time, daddy wasn't here, so he just gave it to mommy.
"I'm well, thank you. Pardon me asking, but why are you here?" I asked as politely as I could manage.
"Your father called me, it was important he said." he replied. I raised an eyebrow, daddy hardly ever called Michael on his days off. And Michael always came when daddy wasn't home, I don't know why really, and I don't know why mommy always sends me up into my room to study, but I guess I'm too young to be around adults.
"Alright! Daddy! Michael is here!" I shouted. Daddy came, with a stormy look in his eyes.
"Alexandra, please go into your room." daddy ordered me. In my room? That's what mommy always said when Michael came!
"But daddy! I want to stay and talk to Michael some more!" I whined. I never whined, but Michael was really nice and told me all kinds of stories. Daddy shot me a dark look,
"Into your room, now Alex. Don't make me tell you again." he said sternly.
"Come on George, let her stay. She's as cute as a button, she won't do any harm." Michael said, tickling me as I giggled. Daddy pushed him away from me abruptly.
"Oh, so stealing my wife wasn't good enough for you? Now you have to go after my daughter too? Alexandra, into your room, now!" he shouted at me. I looked at daddy with wide eyes, what did he mean steal mommy? She was right here! But I was in no mood to find out, I didn't like daddy hollering at me, so I walked up the stairs to my room.
As soon as I shut the door, all heck broke loose. Daddy was shouting at Michael on top of his lungs, and soon mommy was too. I can't repeat what they said, because mommy said it isn't ladylike to use that type of language, even though she was. I sat on my bed and looked at my beautiful blue walls that mommy had painted when I was just a baby. Mommy wasn't like girls around here, she was more 'delicate' in a way. She loved to paint and cook, and even sew! Mommy was good, sweet as sugar itself, and as beautiful as a blooming rose. What had mommy done to get daddy so steamed? The shouting went on for hours, and I just wished it would stop! I counted to a hundred, a hundred times, then I started counting each strand of my hair, one, two, three…
I must've fallen asleep during all that counting, because I woke up to mommy shaking me. Her cheeks were wet, and her wavy sandy hair was a mess. She sniffed,
"Alexandra, Alex honey?" she whispered. I rubbed my eyes,
"Hmm? Mommy what are doing…?" I yawned. She smiled weakly at me, her light green eyes were stricken with sadness. What had happened?
"Alex, please pay attention, I know it's hard, but please." she said, smoothing my cropped hair.
"Alexandra, no matter what your father, or anyone else for that matter, says about me, just remember I love you. And I'm sorry, I messed up. Maybe you'll understand when your older, God, I wish I could be there then." she said, sniffing again.
"Mommy, I'm tired…" I complained. What was she saying? Could she please just get to the point, I was getting cranky…
"Baby, what I'm trying to say, is that I love you, and I tried my best to raise you, God knows I've tried. But no one is perfect, so just please have this," she said, removing her silver heart locket with rubies that daddy had given her as a wedding present. She wrapped it around my neck, slowly,
"Here's my heart, please protect it for now, because someone…" she said something else, but I had already fallen asleep. The last thing I felt, was her kissing my forehead.
I woke up the next morning, half hanging on my bed, in my jeans and sweater. I looked around my room, the light was streaming through my window, how late was it? Last night felt like a dream, with my parents yelling and screaming, and mommy coming into my room, what was all that about? Hopefully today would be better. I got up, stumbling a bit, and raced down the stairs.
Daddy was sitting in the couch, looking down at his hands, staring at a little gold ring. I looked around, it was Saturday, pancakes day. Why wasn't mom cooking? "Where's mom?" I asked, my voice was surprisingly calm. Daddy didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. With one look down my neck, I knew. The silver locket hung.
I opened it carefully, and out fell a note:'I'm sorry, protect my heart, I leave it with you.'
I looked back up at daddy, tears filling my eyes,
"What happened?" I demanded. He didn't respond, it was like he was frozen. I shook my head, trying to wake up from this nightmare. What had happened?
Little did I know, the answer to that question wouldn't come for four more years.
By the time I had reached the lot, I was shaking. It was six o'clock, and I could already see Michael in sight. He stood there, hands in his pockets, smiling.
"Hello Alexandra, now aren't you as cute as a button?" he said. I glared at him,
"Save the stupid remarks for Trisha. Or at least someone just as desperate." I said, with as much venom in my voice I could manage. He chuckled,
"Now aren't we a little feisty today? Who, woke up on the wrong side of the bed?" he asked. Actually, I had woken up beside Ponyboy again, and he hadn't been too willing about letting me go out, considering my condition.
"Look, I came for business, which you should know all about, since you were my dad's assistant." I said casually. He smiled,
"Hmm, you still remember, huh?" he asked. I gave him an icy stare,
"How could I forget the man who ruined my parents marriage?" He raised an eyebrow,
"So you knew about that too, now did you?" he asked. I shrugged,
"No, but I figured it out. I remembered that night, the words my dad had said. 'Stealing his wife'? I should've known. And all those times you came to 'deliver' work, I should've know you were delivering something else too. Just admit it Michael. You had an affair with my mom, and my daddy found out." I said. I couldn't believe how relaxed I was. Michael laughed,
"I really underestimated how smart you were. But I doubt you know what I want." he said. I smiled,
"I have an IQ too high, that even you couldn't read, I think I could figure something as simple as that. You want the locket." I said removing it from my hoody's pocket. Michael's eyes looked like a hungry wolf's who had just seen a rabbit in front of him.
"Ah, so I'm guessing you came to give it me." he said, coming closer. I smirked, it was my turn to turn the tables.
"I wouldn't really gamble if I were you, because I'm doing no such thing. I just came to tell that you may have gotten my mom, but you will never have her heart." I said, smiling a wicked smile. His smile turned upside down, he had not been expecting that.
"What?" was all he managed to say, I didn't even flinch.
"I said, you. Can't. Have. It! Understand?" I said rolling my eyes.
"No, do you understand? We had a deal!" he said.
"We had no such thing." I answered, "You told me to meet you here at six o'clock, and I did." Michael didn't look so pleased, and that wasn't a good thing. An unhappy Michael meant he was in no mood to tell me what I needed to know. I had to play the game a little longer.
"But I do have a question… Why my mom?" I asked, fixing my cap, evening though it was fine. He seemed to be taken back from my question, like it never occurred to him
"Well why not? She was beautiful… kind, far too good for your father, glory she was something." he said, smiling to himself. I kept looking at him, this is what I needed to know.
"When I started working for your father, fresh out of college, I met you, and your mother. She was so…Louise." he said, in a daze. I didn't understand what he meant by that, but I decided to keep quiet.
"Your father never cared for her, only for his job and you. Alexandra, his genius daughter." he snorted. I frowned, looking down at my Converse.
"And one thing led to another, and pretty soon, it was love. Your father didn't deserve her anyways, she needed someone better. And she had me for that." he said, shaking his head.
"If you were so 'in love' with my mom, why did you move on to Trisha? It can't be for love, I doubt it. Or maybe it's the fact that you get kicks from dating girls that are involved with my dad." I sneered. He rolled his eyes,
"Please, Trisha is dumber than a loaf of bread. I would never stoop so low, unless I had a reason…" he said annoyed. I gasped,
"A reason to get to me! For the locket!" I said. He gave me a look that said 'Took you long enough'. I put the locket on my neck,
"But why do you want a stupid locket so much?" I said, stalling. I already knew the reason, but I needed to buy time.
"Hmm, well before your mother left, she said she left you something important to her, and inside, had something for me. I knew your father would never let me get within a miles radius of you, and I couldn't approach you at school, but I followed you for months, but when Trisha moved in, I took my chance." he explained. I didn't respond, he had been stalking me for months! That's so sick!
"And when I finally saw you after all this time, I saw not only were you like some half boy, or something, but also, you were wearing your mother's necklace. And I knew it had something for me inside." he finished. Wait, what does he mean by 'half boy'? "Hey! I'm one hundred percent woman!" I snapped, I was sure of it now! I had a boob to prove it! Not that I ever would… He looked at me up and down,
"Yeah, and I'm a flying unicorn. We all want to be things, that we can never be. So get over it. Now you heard what you wanted, so just give me the necklace, and I can leave."
I looked at Michael's dark eyes. How could my mother ever turn to him for comfort? He was cold, and sick, and twisted! He was so obsessed with my mom he stalked me for months, and started dating Trisha to get to me! But something in me was boiling, I had anger and rage in me that I've never felt before. I got mad if I got A-'s on test, or missed school, but this new feeling was different. I've never felt such hatred for another human being that I was feeling now. I secretly wondered if this was how daddy had felt when he found out…
"Over my dead body, you aren't getting it." I said darkly. He sighed,
"I don't want to hurt you Alex, you know how much I've always loved you…" Michael murmured quietly. I wrapped my hands silently around my necklace,
"You ruined my family, you ruined my parents, you ruined my life! But I will not let you win this time, oh no, not this time! I was too young then, but not anymore." I said sternly, glaring at him. He was messing with the wrong girl… er boy, if he thought he would get this locket today. He chuckled,
"I thought you would be difficult… Let me make myself clearer," he said, taking out a gun, and pointing it at me. My eyes widened, as I gasped.
"Give. Me. The. Locket! Now before I do something we both regret!" he shouted. This is when it dawned on me that Michael could actually kill me over a necklace. And nothing important was in it! But for some reason, I felt as if I wasn't going to let him have this locket. He took away my own mother, my mom! And he followed me around for some stupid necklace? But the gun was right in front of me, and I knew he would do anything it took to win. I had only one shot at this,
"OK, ok, no need to get hasty. I'll give you the necklace." I said, pretending to go for my neck. He relaxed a bit, lowering the gun. I took my opportunity, and kicked him in the shin, and just like magic, he abandoned the gun, and held onto his leg. I quickly grabbed the gun, which scared the heck out of me, and threw it across the lot.
Michael turned to me,
"Why you little brat!" he roared. I screamed, and tried to flee, but he grabbed my hood, and pulled me to the ground. He started pounding my head on the floor, as I tried to kick him away. The blood was pulsing through my veins, and my head was becoming numb with pain. Pretty soon, I felt something tug my neck, and my hands flew there,
"My necklace!" I gasped, realizing he had it, and was opening it with a hungry smile. His eyes danced as he read the small paper inside, and I sat up gasping. He had my most prized possession in his hands, my secret! His face fell immediately.
"What's this?" he whispered. I wiped my forehead, which was bleeding, and felt a pain go through my injured ribs,
"That's what you wanted right? Or wasn't it what you were hoping for?" I asked, innocently. He must've thought it was a map or something to my mom. He looked around the locket again, to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Then his eyes shot up to me,
"What did you do to it? You have it, don't you!" he screeched, coming closer. I screamed,
"Help!" I shouted, on the top of my lungs, as he seized my ankles. I kicked around in a frenzy, fighting for freedom,
"Give it to me! Where is it?" he demanded, getting on top of me, and choking my neck. I coughed, struggling to breath, as the world spun around me. My hat was beginning to fall off, and my vision was blurring. And just like that. I was released…
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