(A/N: O_O!! Whoa, it's been a while since I've worked on this..
But no one seems to be reviewing, but Alice wants more, so.. _)
The car pulled up into the parking lot. She turned off the car and pulled out the keys, hiding them away into her purse. She sighed, and un-buckled her seatbelt. Julie opened the door and stepped out onto the cemented ground, looking towards the apartment building.
Raymond and Julie Bronson couldn't afford to live in the house they had once had, plus that house gave her nightmares, she told herself. The rain slowly began falling onto her bare face, wetting her long hair, and cooling her down. She walked towards the main door, which seemed old and worn out. When she got to it, she pulled out her keys again, fumbled through them, held out a grey-like key, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door.
She walked down the dirty hallway which smelled faintly of pizza and Diet Pepsi. She reached the stairwell, and, looking left and right, rapidly climbed the stairs with ease. The next hallway she came to didn't seem to smell much, she smiled, seeing her door just down the hall.
She began to walk down the hallway, not going slow, not going fast. Her bag slung over her shoudler, she passed three doors. Two more to go. She passed the next door. Then, when she got to the next one, something in a dark cloak came out. She saw a hook and screamed..
"Whoa!" The man backed up, "Sorry, lady." The man blinked.
"Whaa.." She backed up, eyeing the hook in his hand.
"Oh, I use to use this to scare my girlfriend, dude... Uh.. Dudette.."
"Okay.." She tilted her head and walked passed him, over to her apartment.
Julie, looking back at the odd figure, stuck the key in the lock, and turned it. She walked in, closed the door behind her, locked it, and faced towards the living room. Everything was clean, of course, and had a sparkling kind of light to it. "Ray?" She sat down her sack on the couch. "Rayyy?" She walked into the kitchen, looking around.
"Ray, where are--" She opened the bedroom door. Nothing. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around fast coming face to face with --
Raymond Bronson.
"Ray, there you are." Julie sighed, embracing him into a tight hug, one that she never wanted to end. "I got a letter.." She pulled back. "A letter? From who?.. Dad?" Julie bit her lip and looked down. "Yeah, from your dad.." She didn't mention the other note, not wanting to upset Ray. Not now, anyways.
"He said he'd be coming over for a little bit.." She looked back at the bedroom, then forward to the small kitchen. "Oh... Did he say when?" Julie blinked. "Uh, no.. I don't think so....." She looked back up to him. "Oh, well, I'll have to call him, then... Ask him when." He walked into the kitchen, grabbing the receiver of the phone, and began to dial his father up.
"Yeah, mom.. Can I speak to dad?" Ray spoke into the phone. "Oh, he already left? Well.. Okay then..." He glanced to Julie. "Alright.. Yes, we're fine.. No, not yet.. We're young, give us time.." He went on and on, talking to his mother.
While he was talking, Julie walked passed him, into the living room. Pictures hung warmly on the walls, and every single picture made her feel good. Pictures of her, Ray, Karla.. The picture of Helen.. The picture of Ray, Helen and Barry. One she had taken a picture of. She looked around, noticing she had no picture of Tyrell. "Hmm.."
As he talked, she sat back on the couch, grabbing her bag, opening it, and pulling out the letter again. It was in the same bold print as the other two letters had been. The same bold print. She held the letter in her hand, staring at it blankly. He was back. He wanted revenge..
Why did he have to come back now? Now of all times? How come he came back at all? She had shot him, and watched him get covered up by mud. She lay her head back, setting the letter aside, and looked towards the ceiling. A little fly was on the ceiling, resting upside down. She blinked at it. It was so peaceful.. It had nothing to worry about. Not a care in the world...
She knew Ray would be upset. That's why she wouldn't tell him, unless worse came to worse. She looked back at Ray, so calm, peaceful, tender, loving. It would be perfect if he hadn't came into the picture. Benjamin Willis... They would've had the happiest life ever.
Now it was a whole different situation. She should've told him about the letter, and the other thing. The thing she had hid for about a week now, waiting for the right time to break the news. She smiled as Ray continued talking, annoyed, but not showing it. I love him so much, and I know he'll love this baby.
She looked at her stomach, then to Raymond. Julie Bronson groaned.
The car pulled up into the parking lot. She turned off the car and pulled out the keys, hiding them away into her purse. She sighed, and un-buckled her seatbelt. Julie opened the door and stepped out onto the cemented ground, looking towards the apartment building.
Raymond and Julie Bronson couldn't afford to live in the house they had once had, plus that house gave her nightmares, she told herself. The rain slowly began falling onto her bare face, wetting her long hair, and cooling her down. She walked towards the main door, which seemed old and worn out. When she got to it, she pulled out her keys again, fumbled through them, held out a grey-like key, stuck it in the lock, and opened the door.
She walked down the dirty hallway which smelled faintly of pizza and Diet Pepsi. She reached the stairwell, and, looking left and right, rapidly climbed the stairs with ease. The next hallway she came to didn't seem to smell much, she smiled, seeing her door just down the hall.
She began to walk down the hallway, not going slow, not going fast. Her bag slung over her shoudler, she passed three doors. Two more to go. She passed the next door. Then, when she got to the next one, something in a dark cloak came out. She saw a hook and screamed..
"Whoa!" The man backed up, "Sorry, lady." The man blinked.
"Whaa.." She backed up, eyeing the hook in his hand.
"Oh, I use to use this to scare my girlfriend, dude... Uh.. Dudette.."
"Okay.." She tilted her head and walked passed him, over to her apartment.
Julie, looking back at the odd figure, stuck the key in the lock, and turned it. She walked in, closed the door behind her, locked it, and faced towards the living room. Everything was clean, of course, and had a sparkling kind of light to it. "Ray?" She sat down her sack on the couch. "Rayyy?" She walked into the kitchen, looking around.
"Ray, where are--" She opened the bedroom door. Nothing. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around fast coming face to face with --
Raymond Bronson.
"Ray, there you are." Julie sighed, embracing him into a tight hug, one that she never wanted to end. "I got a letter.." She pulled back. "A letter? From who?.. Dad?" Julie bit her lip and looked down. "Yeah, from your dad.." She didn't mention the other note, not wanting to upset Ray. Not now, anyways.
"He said he'd be coming over for a little bit.." She looked back at the bedroom, then forward to the small kitchen. "Oh... Did he say when?" Julie blinked. "Uh, no.. I don't think so....." She looked back up to him. "Oh, well, I'll have to call him, then... Ask him when." He walked into the kitchen, grabbing the receiver of the phone, and began to dial his father up.
"Yeah, mom.. Can I speak to dad?" Ray spoke into the phone. "Oh, he already left? Well.. Okay then..." He glanced to Julie. "Alright.. Yes, we're fine.. No, not yet.. We're young, give us time.." He went on and on, talking to his mother.
While he was talking, Julie walked passed him, into the living room. Pictures hung warmly on the walls, and every single picture made her feel good. Pictures of her, Ray, Karla.. The picture of Helen.. The picture of Ray, Helen and Barry. One she had taken a picture of. She looked around, noticing she had no picture of Tyrell. "Hmm.."
As he talked, she sat back on the couch, grabbing her bag, opening it, and pulling out the letter again. It was in the same bold print as the other two letters had been. The same bold print. She held the letter in her hand, staring at it blankly. He was back. He wanted revenge..
Why did he have to come back now? Now of all times? How come he came back at all? She had shot him, and watched him get covered up by mud. She lay her head back, setting the letter aside, and looked towards the ceiling. A little fly was on the ceiling, resting upside down. She blinked at it. It was so peaceful.. It had nothing to worry about. Not a care in the world...
She knew Ray would be upset. That's why she wouldn't tell him, unless worse came to worse. She looked back at Ray, so calm, peaceful, tender, loving. It would be perfect if he hadn't came into the picture. Benjamin Willis... They would've had the happiest life ever.
Now it was a whole different situation. She should've told him about the letter, and the other thing. The thing she had hid for about a week now, waiting for the right time to break the news. She smiled as Ray continued talking, annoyed, but not showing it. I love him so much, and I know he'll love this baby.
She looked at her stomach, then to Raymond. Julie Bronson groaned.