Chapter Twenty-One
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____With Brandon, Emma and Regan a day later
1. "Regan, I'm hungry!" Brandon cried. Twelve-year-old Regan sighed in exasperation. "I know, buddy, I'm sorry, but we have to use to food sparingly." She reminded him, "Do you know what that means?" "I'm not stupid!" "I don't!" Emma cried, mad at him for saying that. "It means we have to use the food for the three meals ONLY. No in-betweens." She explained.
1. "But we have a lot!" "No we don't! Now shut up, I'm trying to think!" Regan screamed and ran to the make-shift room in a room no bigger than a Janitor's closet. She sat on the cot she had found stuffed away somewhere and there was a knock at the door. "Come in," She said. Brandon walked in and closed the door. "We're really sorry, Regan." Brandon spoke up. She smiled at him and motioned for him to come over to her.
1. "I know, it's okay." She said as he climbed into her lap. "I wish my Aunt Sophie was here. or Uncle Peter. Or Auggie or Kristin. Or even Scott even though he hid from me sometimes cause he said I talked to much." brandon said, tears filling his eyes as he thought of the memories.
1. "Brandon please give me the number to that school." Regan pleaded. "No." "Why?" "becuz you'll get us in trouble." "No she won't," Emma cut in. "See no I won't I wanna get outta here I had those sorry excuses for parents," Regan told him. "You'll help both me and emma?" brandon asked curiously. "yes, I even promise." "no more drugs?" 'no more drugs." brandon gave her the number. "thanx brandon, um we're gonna hav to take the car to go to the school," Regan said somewhat unsure and went to call Peter.
1. She quickly dialed the number and a guy's voice answered. "'Sup, is this Peter?" She asked cautiously. "Who the-no, this isn't. Whom may I ask is calling?" "If you're one of the kids, stop acting formal. It's freaky." "Who the crap is this?" "That's more like it. Name is Regan. What 'bout choo?" "Auggie." "Oh. Brandon talks about you!" "That's cool, I'll go get Peter," Auggie said quickly after hearing the name Brandon.
1. He had over-heard Peter and Sophie talking about their visit to Brandon. Brandon lived in a cramped, run-down trailor with Jake, Emma, and Monika. There were beer cans all over the kitchen, and Sophie guessed that Jake wasn't so nice with the kids since they seemed to be afraid of him.
1. Peter had just walked in, so Auggie handed him the phone. "Hello?" "Is this Peter?" "Yes, whose calling?" "Oh, okay so it's cool that you're acting all formal and junk. Okay, I gotta some news. Oh yeah, I'm Regan, I'm, excuse me while I barf, Jake's daughter. The other one, I mean. I'm twelve."
1. "Well, hi Regan. I'm Peter." "I'm aware. Listen, I know this might not be the best time telling you, with all those kids and I can imagine the fights and junk, but we've got a...problem."
"What?" Peter asked suspiciously. Regan suddenly found it hard to talk. Was she actually going to tell the secret? What if it DID get Brandon and Emma hurt?
"You know Jake? Well, he, like, hits us...and he and Monika keep on bringing druggies in the house, err, trailor. And we're scared here. And he hits Brandon and Emma a lot, and he's gone with Monika for a week." She said, feeling a heavy load lifted off her shoulders.
"Wait there and we'll come get you-" "NO. If one of his drug pals sees you he'll tell and they'll be here in a minute. I'll get a way." She said and hung up.
"Guys? You ready?" She asked.
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If the bullets show up, I felt like putting them forthe hell of it so just ignore them:P
____With Brandon, Emma and Regan a day later
1. "Regan, I'm hungry!" Brandon cried. Twelve-year-old Regan sighed in exasperation. "I know, buddy, I'm sorry, but we have to use to food sparingly." She reminded him, "Do you know what that means?" "I'm not stupid!" "I don't!" Emma cried, mad at him for saying that. "It means we have to use the food for the three meals ONLY. No in-betweens." She explained.
1. "But we have a lot!" "No we don't! Now shut up, I'm trying to think!" Regan screamed and ran to the make-shift room in a room no bigger than a Janitor's closet. She sat on the cot she had found stuffed away somewhere and there was a knock at the door. "Come in," She said. Brandon walked in and closed the door. "We're really sorry, Regan." Brandon spoke up. She smiled at him and motioned for him to come over to her.
1. "I know, it's okay." She said as he climbed into her lap. "I wish my Aunt Sophie was here. or Uncle Peter. Or Auggie or Kristin. Or even Scott even though he hid from me sometimes cause he said I talked to much." brandon said, tears filling his eyes as he thought of the memories.
1. "Brandon please give me the number to that school." Regan pleaded. "No." "Why?" "becuz you'll get us in trouble." "No she won't," Emma cut in. "See no I won't I wanna get outta here I had those sorry excuses for parents," Regan told him. "You'll help both me and emma?" brandon asked curiously. "yes, I even promise." "no more drugs?" 'no more drugs." brandon gave her the number. "thanx brandon, um we're gonna hav to take the car to go to the school," Regan said somewhat unsure and went to call Peter.
1. She quickly dialed the number and a guy's voice answered. "'Sup, is this Peter?" She asked cautiously. "Who the-no, this isn't. Whom may I ask is calling?" "If you're one of the kids, stop acting formal. It's freaky." "Who the crap is this?" "That's more like it. Name is Regan. What 'bout choo?" "Auggie." "Oh. Brandon talks about you!" "That's cool, I'll go get Peter," Auggie said quickly after hearing the name Brandon.
1. He had over-heard Peter and Sophie talking about their visit to Brandon. Brandon lived in a cramped, run-down trailor with Jake, Emma, and Monika. There were beer cans all over the kitchen, and Sophie guessed that Jake wasn't so nice with the kids since they seemed to be afraid of him.
1. Peter had just walked in, so Auggie handed him the phone. "Hello?" "Is this Peter?" "Yes, whose calling?" "Oh, okay so it's cool that you're acting all formal and junk. Okay, I gotta some news. Oh yeah, I'm Regan, I'm, excuse me while I barf, Jake's daughter. The other one, I mean. I'm twelve."
1. "Well, hi Regan. I'm Peter." "I'm aware. Listen, I know this might not be the best time telling you, with all those kids and I can imagine the fights and junk, but we've got a...problem."
"What?" Peter asked suspiciously. Regan suddenly found it hard to talk. Was she actually going to tell the secret? What if it DID get Brandon and Emma hurt?
"You know Jake? Well, he, like, hits us...and he and Monika keep on bringing druggies in the house, err, trailor. And we're scared here. And he hits Brandon and Emma a lot, and he's gone with Monika for a week." She said, feeling a heavy load lifted off her shoulders.
"Wait there and we'll come get you-" "NO. If one of his drug pals sees you he'll tell and they'll be here in a minute. I'll get a way." She said and hung up.
"Guys? You ready?" She asked.