VERY SHORT… sorry, I just want to finish this, but I have no clue where I'm takin it! Here goes…
Give it Back
Chapter 9
Claire looked at the very cute boy that was holding her hand, leading her somewhere. Hell, it wasn't every day that some very hot stranger came up to her and… called her Kay?
Claire's mind reeled back to the pretty girl she had met earlier on the street. Could that have been Kay? She looked so much like herself…
~Flashback~
" Mommy, who's this?" 12 year old Claire asked Faith Standish.
" That's no one." Faith snapped. Claire winced at her mother's harsh tone. Faith didn't even meet Claire's eyes, she just seemed to be distracting herself by busying herself with nothing. For example, Faith was currently examing the wicker of a candle on the coffee table.
12 year old Charity walked into the room. " Who's in the picture, Claire?"
" I don't know, but she looks so much like me!" Claire said to Charity, showing her the picture. Claire smiled at the picture. It would be so fun to have a twin sister…
~End Flashback~
"There's no possible way that could be her, could it?" Claire whispered.
Charity Standish
I know Mom told me never to talk about her again, but sometimes I wish I had my sister back.
At times like this, she'd be able to give me advice on what to do about Miguel and Kay.
I wish I knew where she was. I still remember how much she looks like Kay. It really is amazing. But ever since the accident, I haven't seen her. She left. Vanished without a trace. I don't even know if she's still out there.
But I miss her.
Kay opened the door the the hotel. She was met by a very worried looking Matt. He was pacing back and forth through the lobby until he spotted her, in which he stopped short for a split second before practically shoving his way over to her.
" What happened? Where did you go?" he asked in a concerned voice.
" Well, lemme see. So much to tell you. Walked in on Charity and Miguel screwing eachother. Then, when I ran out to the street, I found this girl that looks exatly like me. All in a good day's work." Kay said sarcastically. She was dazed, stressed and confused, but all of Hell would freeze over before she let it show how much it really affected her. Beneath that cold, bitchy shell, there was the other Kay. The vulnerable one, the one who was scared and frightened of the day's events. Unfortunantly, the first one took over.
" Whoa. Charity and Miguel, huh? That's rough." Matt said, wrapping his strong arms around her in a caring hug.
" Who's this girl that looks like you?" he asked.
They were interrupted by the loud slamming of the hotel door.
Claire stared in shock at the girl she had run into on the street. It was her. This was unbelievable. How had her weekly shopping ritual turned into some pathetic little soap opera?
Miguel glanced at the brown haired girl and back at Claire. Then he did a double take.
" What the hell?" he asked, his eyes widened in shock.
" Who are you?" the girl whispered.
" Kay, what's going on?" the boy demanded.
" Why are you asking me? Ask her!" Kay yelled.
" Who are you?" the boy asked.
" I'm Claire. Standish." She whispered. This could not be happeneing. She had promised herself to leave this part of her life behind her. Ever since the accident…
Claire didn't know what to do. She was trapped. There was no way out of this mess. It couldn't get any worse. Nothing, ABSOLUTELY nothing could make this day any worse.
Charity walked into the lobby.
And Claire passed out.