Chapter Six: Family Drama
I can't believe it when I see who the man is looking at me; it makes me hyperventilate.
My father was the one outside my bedroom window, looking into it.
What in the hell makes this okay?
"Maggie, do you know this man?"
I glance at Keith, then at Jenna. She looks horrified.
"Maggie, is that your father?"
I nod in response to Keith.
"That's him, that's Thomas Stephenson. I need to get out of here." I am shaking when Keith pulls me into a hug.
"I'm sorry if I came at a bad time; is everything alright?" Keiran asks.
I hear Keith talking to Keiran, which makes me feel better because I don't need to deal with him as well.
I look over at Keiran, and notice he has something in his hands. I can't tell what he is holding, but it seems to be decent-sized.
"I'm sorry, Keiran, I wasn't tryin' to ignore you."
"Maggie, as soon as I saw Keith, I knew something was wrong. While I wish you had gotten me, I more than understand why you didn't. I am here to help you anywhere you need me. Do you mind if I follow this investigation to make sure that justice is served?" Keiran asks in concern.
"I…" I try to respond just before my father flips out.
"Do you not understand who I am? I DEMAND to be let go! I was doing nothing wrong. It is my right as the father of this BITCH to watch her! Unhand me!" Thomas screams, making me bury my face deeper into Keith's side.
"You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent…" someone says to my father.
"Come on, Jen, let's get Maggie to our house. Go grab some of her things and call Miss Montgomery, inform her of what's going on..."
I'm not sure what happens next because I am crying. I end up in the back of someone's car.
I hear voices, some louder than others. I am startled by the sound of a car door slamming, grateful when I figure out it is Jenna.
"Keith and Keiran are arguing over you. Keiran wants you to go to his house. Am I safe to assume that you want to come to my house?"
I can only nod.
"Okay, I'll grab Keith and let him know I am taking you there."
She leaves and a few minutes later the car starts. We eventually make our way to Keith and Jenna's house.
This home looks like it belongs in the woods, not within city limits. It is part of the charm Jenna loves about her A-frame home that boasts three bedrooms and two-and-a-half bathrooms. That and the white spiral staircase. I am sure it was lovely to move furniture up and down.
They decorated it like a country cabin: homey and warm, wood everywhere. The walls, beams, picture frames that have pictures of different places that Jenna and Keith traveled. Some with me, some not. Many pictures of us together just hanging out or trying to figure out directions for some project one of us wanted to try.
Pictures of the ocean, mountains, and forests. Keith once told me they took these somewhere near Seattle. He could not remember the name of the town, but it was small and remote. Close to the Pacific Ocean and the mountains.
The thought of it made me think of a potential future.
How am I going to handle my future? Knowing that I really only have Miss Dixie, Miss Ruby, Jenna, and Keith here.
One of my favorite parts of the house is the amazing wood-burning, stone-faced fireplace in the living room that has nine-foot vaulted ceilings. Brings so much warmth and love to the place. That and the windows bringing in tremendous amounts of light.
I love my house, but this is closer to what I might want someday.
In the forest somewhere, maybe with a creek or river in the background.
Someday.
I go to the comfy couch and have a seat. Jenna is attempting to start a fire and is failing miserably. As much as she loves fires, she can't start one to save her life.
I shake my head and laugh. "Want help?"
Jenna looks at me and smiles. "That would be great, thanks."
I get the kindling and newspaper sorted and light the fire. I slowly add more to the pile until I have a decent fire going, warming the room up. While not that cold out, it brings comfort.
"Go make some hot chocolate or tea or something."
Jenna sticks her tongue out at me and leaves for the kitchen.
The front door opens, and Keith enters with someone. I assume it is Keiran, since he was there and I am almost shocked to find out it isn't.
In front of me is a woman who I remember from when Mamaw died, Miss Pearl Hastings—social worker and child psychologist.
Hopefully, my ticket to getting out of here.
~VOF~
AN:
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read my story! As always it means a lot to me.
What did you think about who the peeping Tom was? What do you think about Miss Hastings coming? Could this mean more drama for Maggie?
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