**Wow, chapter six already! Well, my mom made me do a puzzle with her.
Mother-daughter bonding time I guess. I guess you guys probably came to
this page for chapter six. In this chapter, you get to learn something
about Lizzy's past, so here it is!**
Chapter Six
Lizzy heard the men climbing up the stairs. She crept out of bed and looked out into the hall. Two large men, dressed all in black, were standing in the hall, whispering to each other quietly. The moonlight shining in from one of the windows reflected off of something in one of their hands. A knife.
A door at the end of the hall opened and Lizzy's father stepped out, holding a knife as well. He stood for a moment, studying the intruders with his emerald eyes. Suddenly, he lunged at the man who was empty handed, sinking the blade into his back. Her father then turned to the man with the knife. He missed, and the intruder stabbed him. Lizzy screamed as she watched her father's body crumple lifelessly to the floor.
The intruder heard her scream and turned in her direction, knife raised. Suddenly, Lizzy's mother was standing between them, holding her husband's bloody knife in front of her.
"Run Lizzy!" she shouted at her daughter, "Take Adam and run!"
Lizzy looked over at her younger, standing in his bedroom doorway, watching the scene in stunned silence. She grabbed him and pulled him down the stairs as fast as she could. She looked over her shoulder and saw her mother slash the intruder's face. He shouted in anger and pain, then plunged his knife into her.
"Mom!" Lizzy screamed aloud, as she awoke from the nightmare. She was drenched in cold sweat and tears ran down her cheeks. She jumped as she heard someone land lightly on the floor beside her.
"Lizzy?" Spot whispered, "Whatsa madda? You okay?"
She turned her face away from him and pulled her knees to her chest crying into them. Spot had never seen her cry before. Not even when that man on the streets had hurt her did she cry.
"Ya had a dream about yer family didn't ya," Spot said, "Lizzy, I tink ya oughtta tell me about it."
Lizzy hesitated. She had never told anyone about it before, but she felt that she could trust Spot for some reason. So, she told him everything about her dream, then continued. She told him that she had left her brother at an orphanage, because she couldn't take care of him. He had shouted and cried when she left him, but she knew she had to do it.
"I don't know why I'm havin' dis dream again," Lizzy sobbed, "I t'ought it was gone but-" She broke off into another fit of sobbing.
It pained Spot to see Lizzy crying. He felt a need to comfort and protect her. She had been through so much, but there was nothing he could do. What was done was done, and that was all there was to it.
"Listen heah Lizzy," Spot said, sitting at the foot of her bed. Lizzy looked up at him and thought that she could see concern in his empty blue eyes, but it was hard to tell. There had never been any emotion in his eyes before except anger and it was hard to read him like she could do to anybody else. Spot continued, "Ya did what ya had ta do. What you've gotta get through your head is dat dere was notin' ya could for your parents. You've gotta put da past behind ya an' tink about what you've got ahead a ya."
"But I can't forget my parents Spot, or me bruddah."
"And I'm not tellin' ya to." Spot stuck his hand into his pocket and felt his mother's ring. He paused for a moment, then pulled it out. "Dis was me mudda's . I carry it everywhere, even though no one knows about it. Just cause I've forgotten da past, doesn't mean I'm forgetin' me mudda. And you don't have to neither."
"Tanks Spot," Lizzy whispered.
"For what?"
"Everyting- for lettin' me stay heah, for soakin' dat fella in da streets, and especially for talkin' ta me. I nevah told nobody 'bout what happened to my family."
"And I nevah told nobody about da ring, so I'd appreciate it if ya didn't say notin' about it."
"Sure ting. Well, I betta get movin'. Black Sand's got a race taday."
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Chapter Six
Lizzy heard the men climbing up the stairs. She crept out of bed and looked out into the hall. Two large men, dressed all in black, were standing in the hall, whispering to each other quietly. The moonlight shining in from one of the windows reflected off of something in one of their hands. A knife.
A door at the end of the hall opened and Lizzy's father stepped out, holding a knife as well. He stood for a moment, studying the intruders with his emerald eyes. Suddenly, he lunged at the man who was empty handed, sinking the blade into his back. Her father then turned to the man with the knife. He missed, and the intruder stabbed him. Lizzy screamed as she watched her father's body crumple lifelessly to the floor.
The intruder heard her scream and turned in her direction, knife raised. Suddenly, Lizzy's mother was standing between them, holding her husband's bloody knife in front of her.
"Run Lizzy!" she shouted at her daughter, "Take Adam and run!"
Lizzy looked over at her younger, standing in his bedroom doorway, watching the scene in stunned silence. She grabbed him and pulled him down the stairs as fast as she could. She looked over her shoulder and saw her mother slash the intruder's face. He shouted in anger and pain, then plunged his knife into her.
"Mom!" Lizzy screamed aloud, as she awoke from the nightmare. She was drenched in cold sweat and tears ran down her cheeks. She jumped as she heard someone land lightly on the floor beside her.
"Lizzy?" Spot whispered, "Whatsa madda? You okay?"
She turned her face away from him and pulled her knees to her chest crying into them. Spot had never seen her cry before. Not even when that man on the streets had hurt her did she cry.
"Ya had a dream about yer family didn't ya," Spot said, "Lizzy, I tink ya oughtta tell me about it."
Lizzy hesitated. She had never told anyone about it before, but she felt that she could trust Spot for some reason. So, she told him everything about her dream, then continued. She told him that she had left her brother at an orphanage, because she couldn't take care of him. He had shouted and cried when she left him, but she knew she had to do it.
"I don't know why I'm havin' dis dream again," Lizzy sobbed, "I t'ought it was gone but-" She broke off into another fit of sobbing.
It pained Spot to see Lizzy crying. He felt a need to comfort and protect her. She had been through so much, but there was nothing he could do. What was done was done, and that was all there was to it.
"Listen heah Lizzy," Spot said, sitting at the foot of her bed. Lizzy looked up at him and thought that she could see concern in his empty blue eyes, but it was hard to tell. There had never been any emotion in his eyes before except anger and it was hard to read him like she could do to anybody else. Spot continued, "Ya did what ya had ta do. What you've gotta get through your head is dat dere was notin' ya could for your parents. You've gotta put da past behind ya an' tink about what you've got ahead a ya."
"But I can't forget my parents Spot, or me bruddah."
"And I'm not tellin' ya to." Spot stuck his hand into his pocket and felt his mother's ring. He paused for a moment, then pulled it out. "Dis was me mudda's . I carry it everywhere, even though no one knows about it. Just cause I've forgotten da past, doesn't mean I'm forgetin' me mudda. And you don't have to neither."
"Tanks Spot," Lizzy whispered.
"For what?"
"Everyting- for lettin' me stay heah, for soakin' dat fella in da streets, and especially for talkin' ta me. I nevah told nobody 'bout what happened to my family."
"And I nevah told nobody about da ring, so I'd appreciate it if ya didn't say notin' about it."
"Sure ting. Well, I betta get movin'. Black Sand's got a race taday."
**Aw, ain't that special? Well, because I have a boring life I have nothing to talk about except review, review, REVIEW!! Yes, remember the button? It is your friend. Push the button. Gosh darn it! Stop reading my dribble and CLICK THE STUPID BUTTON!!!** ~*spots_lil_boidie*~