Chapter Two: Through Billie's Childhood
~~~ At the age of 5...
" Billie?" Colin went to his daughter's bedroom and found her laying in her bed doodling something. Her ocean-blue eyes looked up and beamed when she saw her Daddy.
" Hi, daddy, where's mommy?" she curiously asked. Billie hasn't seen much of her mother today. Colin's eyes were stricken, and said, " Your mommy's at work. Now, let's get you cleaned up to meet Aunt Willow and Aunt Dawn, ok?" Colin picked up Billie and went downstairs.
When Colin closed the door, he didn't take notice of what little Billie drew. On her bed, was a white sheet of blank paper with a dark figure with blond hair standing tall in a black suit.
~~~~~~~ At the age of 10...
Aunt Willow was in the kitchen baking some cookies while Billie was running through the hallway. " Billie?" Willow looked up and saw that the coast was clear. She sprinkled some magic dust onto the flour, and then quickly mixed it with some other ingredients.
" Oh my goodness, little Billie is such a troublemaker!" Aunt Anya walked into the kitchen with a mess on her new clothes. Willow let out a small giggle, and Anya's face frowned.
" Sorry, and besides, she's just a kid." Willow defended.
" Oh really? Well, she does take on some genes of trouble from her father." Anya rolled her eyes, and helped Willow with the oven.
Billie was in the room, and giggled. " Hello, Aunt Anya." There was a little mischief in her eyes, and Anya frowned. " What now?" Anya held little Billie's hands and went out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Willow was still preparing the batch of cookies, and whispered to herself. " Sure, she does have some genes passed on to her from her father."
~~~~~~~ At the age of 15...
Billie opened the door to her house and put her backpack down and went into the kitchen to fix herself a snack. She looked through the refrigerator and saw nothing but some leftover pizza and milk.
" Damn it! I forgot to buy the groceries for Mom!" Billie slammed the refrigerator shut so hard, that the whole thing shook and all the contents on top fell.
" Uh oh...." Billie said. Later she cleaned up the mess and threw it in the garbage bag. Then, she heard the doorbell rang. She got up and straightened out her brown hair and clothes. It was Aunt Willow.
" Aunt Willow? What are you doing here? I thought you were with mom." Billie was surprised and let her Aunt in. She then led her to the living room. There was a disappointed look on her Aunt's face.
" Aunt? What happened? Where's mom?" Billie sat down with Willow. Willow couldn't get the words out, but there were little bits of it coming out slowly.
" Your..mom...your mom was killed..." Willow looked up into Billie's eyes. Her eyes flared up just like her mother's.
" What?" Billie's shoulders drooped down. Willow held her and explained to her the whole thing.
" She was murdered? By who? If I were to find out who that bastard is, I would kick his fuck'n..." before Billie could finish, Willow held her head.
" Billie Kathryn Summers Hamilton! Don't you ever use profanity under your mother's house or in front of me!" Willow yelled. Billie sat back and began to cry.
" Why mom? She was perfect, and she was loved by everyone!" Billie cried so hard, that Willow held her tight.
" Aunt Willow, tell me the truth. How did he kill my mother, if she was at work?" Billie questioned.
Willow hesitated first, but knew that now was the time to tell her the truth...the whole truth.
~~~ At the age of 5...
" Billie?" Colin went to his daughter's bedroom and found her laying in her bed doodling something. Her ocean-blue eyes looked up and beamed when she saw her Daddy.
" Hi, daddy, where's mommy?" she curiously asked. Billie hasn't seen much of her mother today. Colin's eyes were stricken, and said, " Your mommy's at work. Now, let's get you cleaned up to meet Aunt Willow and Aunt Dawn, ok?" Colin picked up Billie and went downstairs.
When Colin closed the door, he didn't take notice of what little Billie drew. On her bed, was a white sheet of blank paper with a dark figure with blond hair standing tall in a black suit.
~~~~~~~ At the age of 10...
Aunt Willow was in the kitchen baking some cookies while Billie was running through the hallway. " Billie?" Willow looked up and saw that the coast was clear. She sprinkled some magic dust onto the flour, and then quickly mixed it with some other ingredients.
" Oh my goodness, little Billie is such a troublemaker!" Aunt Anya walked into the kitchen with a mess on her new clothes. Willow let out a small giggle, and Anya's face frowned.
" Sorry, and besides, she's just a kid." Willow defended.
" Oh really? Well, she does take on some genes of trouble from her father." Anya rolled her eyes, and helped Willow with the oven.
Billie was in the room, and giggled. " Hello, Aunt Anya." There was a little mischief in her eyes, and Anya frowned. " What now?" Anya held little Billie's hands and went out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Willow was still preparing the batch of cookies, and whispered to herself. " Sure, she does have some genes passed on to her from her father."
~~~~~~~ At the age of 15...
Billie opened the door to her house and put her backpack down and went into the kitchen to fix herself a snack. She looked through the refrigerator and saw nothing but some leftover pizza and milk.
" Damn it! I forgot to buy the groceries for Mom!" Billie slammed the refrigerator shut so hard, that the whole thing shook and all the contents on top fell.
" Uh oh...." Billie said. Later she cleaned up the mess and threw it in the garbage bag. Then, she heard the doorbell rang. She got up and straightened out her brown hair and clothes. It was Aunt Willow.
" Aunt Willow? What are you doing here? I thought you were with mom." Billie was surprised and let her Aunt in. She then led her to the living room. There was a disappointed look on her Aunt's face.
" Aunt? What happened? Where's mom?" Billie sat down with Willow. Willow couldn't get the words out, but there were little bits of it coming out slowly.
" Your..mom...your mom was killed..." Willow looked up into Billie's eyes. Her eyes flared up just like her mother's.
" What?" Billie's shoulders drooped down. Willow held her and explained to her the whole thing.
" She was murdered? By who? If I were to find out who that bastard is, I would kick his fuck'n..." before Billie could finish, Willow held her head.
" Billie Kathryn Summers Hamilton! Don't you ever use profanity under your mother's house or in front of me!" Willow yelled. Billie sat back and began to cry.
" Why mom? She was perfect, and she was loved by everyone!" Billie cried so hard, that Willow held her tight.
" Aunt Willow, tell me the truth. How did he kill my mother, if she was at work?" Billie questioned.
Willow hesitated first, but knew that now was the time to tell her the truth...the whole truth.