Chapter Ten
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It's Christmas Eve
Kristin woke up in her bed with a sore back. She limped downstairs and found Martin, Scott and Elaine all eating different breakfasts. Nothing was cooked, so she guessed Martin was still very mad at Scott (and possibly her) and Elaine was still very confused. Martin was eating some toast, Elaine was eating an orange, and Scott was eating some cereal. "Hungry?" Scott asked. "Nah." She said. "Well, why don't you go watch TV. If you don't mind I'd like you and Scott to get started cooking the easy stuff for Christmas dinner tomorrow. I get off on regular time today but Elaine gets off around noon. Alright?" Martin asked without looking up. "Whatever." her and Scott both answered. Soon Martin and Elaine left.
"What's wrong with them?" Kristin asked him. "Dad's still pissed and Elaine is I think mad at you and me for whatever reason." He answered. "C'mon, let's get those cakes done.. I don't wanna be around when Elaine is here." SCott said and they got crackin...literally...
Kristin had never cooked cakes, and Scott hated cooking. Needless to say, it was a very interesting morning.
First they decided to work on the cheesecake, since that was by far the easiest. Right up until pouring the strawberries onto the cake. Thats when it got interesting.
While Scott smoothed out the strawberries Kristin put the cakes into the oven. When she turned she got a strawberry in her eye. Scott stood there grinning with the spoon covered in thick strawberry stuff (well, the leftover bit). "You...don't worry, Scott, I'll get you back!" Kristin said. Scott smirked. "Suuuuurrrrrreeeeeee you will," he said. She just smiled and they got back to the cakes again.
Around 12:30 they were done. They were sitting on the couch watching "A Christmas Story" as Elaine walked in. "Mmmm...smells good, guys," she said. Kristin was confused. Where was the Elaine that hated her that morning? "Uh, thanks," Scott said, awed, to. "Well, I'm going to get started cooking. I just LOVE Christmas!" She cried and went straight for the kitchen. Oh. So THAT was it. "Well, can I take Kristin for a drive?" Scott asked. "Whatever. Just be back by 4, I'd like us to spend Christmas Eve as a family." "Dad won't be here until 6 or 7 though," SCott said. "WE can be a family without your father, Scotty. Some kids don't have fathers," She said, shooting a look at Kristin.
Kristin started to say something but Scott cupped his hand over her mouth. "And some kids have decent stepmothers." He retaliated, pulling the scowling Kristin out of the house.
"I hate her." Kristin growled when they were in the car. "Don't worry about her. She's spoiled. Her parents all spoil her and my dad spoils here like he did when I was a kid." "Oh. At least your dad didn't beat the hell out of you." "Yeah, I guess I'm lucky, huh. My dad doesn't care about me, but he doesn't beat the crap out of me. Yeah." He muttered. "You'd rather your father care about you but beat you?" "Yeah." He said earnestly. "Yeah right. You don't know the feeling of being scared to sleep. Of afraid of walking through the door, to the smell of booze or a fist. Everyone thought we had this perfect little family. Their was the daddy who had a good job and even use to be a big bad police officer, there was mommy who loved her little family even if she rarely saw them, their was the big brother who was even in college, and then their was the young daughter who has a police record and a school record longer than all the stocks put together. Hey, you have to have one screw-up in the family, don't you?" She asked, crying.
Scott didn't know what to say. Kristin never talked about her past. He felt guilt, he wouldn;t want his dad to hit him, he just said that.
Kristin didn't even talk about her past to Peter or Sophie. She only trusted 4 people-Scott, Peter, Sophie, and Shelby and she never talked about it.
This is the complete chapter. S orry it sucks I've been working oin my website.
It's Christmas Eve
Kristin woke up in her bed with a sore back. She limped downstairs and found Martin, Scott and Elaine all eating different breakfasts. Nothing was cooked, so she guessed Martin was still very mad at Scott (and possibly her) and Elaine was still very confused. Martin was eating some toast, Elaine was eating an orange, and Scott was eating some cereal. "Hungry?" Scott asked. "Nah." She said. "Well, why don't you go watch TV. If you don't mind I'd like you and Scott to get started cooking the easy stuff for Christmas dinner tomorrow. I get off on regular time today but Elaine gets off around noon. Alright?" Martin asked without looking up. "Whatever." her and Scott both answered. Soon Martin and Elaine left.
"What's wrong with them?" Kristin asked him. "Dad's still pissed and Elaine is I think mad at you and me for whatever reason." He answered. "C'mon, let's get those cakes done.. I don't wanna be around when Elaine is here." SCott said and they got crackin...literally...
Kristin had never cooked cakes, and Scott hated cooking. Needless to say, it was a very interesting morning.
First they decided to work on the cheesecake, since that was by far the easiest. Right up until pouring the strawberries onto the cake. Thats when it got interesting.
While Scott smoothed out the strawberries Kristin put the cakes into the oven. When she turned she got a strawberry in her eye. Scott stood there grinning with the spoon covered in thick strawberry stuff (well, the leftover bit). "You...don't worry, Scott, I'll get you back!" Kristin said. Scott smirked. "Suuuuurrrrrreeeeeee you will," he said. She just smiled and they got back to the cakes again.
Around 12:30 they were done. They were sitting on the couch watching "A Christmas Story" as Elaine walked in. "Mmmm...smells good, guys," she said. Kristin was confused. Where was the Elaine that hated her that morning? "Uh, thanks," Scott said, awed, to. "Well, I'm going to get started cooking. I just LOVE Christmas!" She cried and went straight for the kitchen. Oh. So THAT was it. "Well, can I take Kristin for a drive?" Scott asked. "Whatever. Just be back by 4, I'd like us to spend Christmas Eve as a family." "Dad won't be here until 6 or 7 though," SCott said. "WE can be a family without your father, Scotty. Some kids don't have fathers," She said, shooting a look at Kristin.
Kristin started to say something but Scott cupped his hand over her mouth. "And some kids have decent stepmothers." He retaliated, pulling the scowling Kristin out of the house.
"I hate her." Kristin growled when they were in the car. "Don't worry about her. She's spoiled. Her parents all spoil her and my dad spoils here like he did when I was a kid." "Oh. At least your dad didn't beat the hell out of you." "Yeah, I guess I'm lucky, huh. My dad doesn't care about me, but he doesn't beat the crap out of me. Yeah." He muttered. "You'd rather your father care about you but beat you?" "Yeah." He said earnestly. "Yeah right. You don't know the feeling of being scared to sleep. Of afraid of walking through the door, to the smell of booze or a fist. Everyone thought we had this perfect little family. Their was the daddy who had a good job and even use to be a big bad police officer, there was mommy who loved her little family even if she rarely saw them, their was the big brother who was even in college, and then their was the young daughter who has a police record and a school record longer than all the stocks put together. Hey, you have to have one screw-up in the family, don't you?" She asked, crying.
Scott didn't know what to say. Kristin never talked about her past. He felt guilt, he wouldn;t want his dad to hit him, he just said that.
Kristin didn't even talk about her past to Peter or Sophie. She only trusted 4 people-Scott, Peter, Sophie, and Shelby and she never talked about it.
