Chapter 6
Where's Fiona Phillip's
By. Wicked Princess
"Hey! The door…" Fi saw a certain blond person in the doorway staring at her. It was Carey. He looked into her eyes and mouthed the words 'Are you okay?' to her. She smiled and mouthed back 'yeah'. He nodded, smiled to her his Carey smile and shut the door.
Fi thought about Jack, her dad, Molly, and Bricru. Fi knew that she couldn't tell Jack or Molly a single thing. In New York City Fi had changed a lot. She had more periceings on her ears. She had a tattoo on her ankle. She referred to her mother as 'Molly' now. "They're going to ask about that." Fi said to her self. "OH MY GOD!" Fi suddenly whispered to herself. "Nick." Fi looked to the bedside table. On it, there was a telephone. Fi reached over to it and picked it up with her good arm, wincing in pain as she felt her leg go into the mattress. She dialed the familiar number.
"Yeah what?" Said the deep voice.
"This is the Bitch. Tell Nick I'm fine and that he should get everyone to the 'place' we were talking about and find me." Fiona hung up hopeing the person on the other end was able to find Nick.
"Who's Nick?" Molly asked from the door way. Fiona had been too preoccupied to hear her open the door.
"Just a friend who was probably needing reassurance that I was safe. There probably be here in couple hours." Fi said closing her eyes while putting the phone down next to her.
"Fi, honey I don't think you should have any company."
"You know what I completely agree. SO why don't you GET OUT, go and get the pain killers and not COME BACK until then." Fi practically screamed at Molly. Molly was so surprised of Fiona's outburst that she stumbled right out the door, closing it behind her. Fiona liked that. Molly's surprise and fear were evident on her face. Molly undoubtedly told the other's what poor, hurt, Fiona said to her mommy dearest.
"Bitch" Fiona said the empty room before drifting off to sleep.
Hi! Hope you liked it. Not so much of a cliff hanger. Right? Thought I'd give you a break. Thanks for all your comments.