Chappy 2
Beverly-Reigh's POV
"Aiden!! Embree! Come on we're gonna miss our train!" I shouted for my little brothers through the crowd of people at the train station. I had a tight hold on Lynnie's hand.it was so small and fragile in my clumsy hands and it made me want to cry. She is only 5 and already she had seen too much. Our mom had died of cancer last month. We lived in Oklahoma City then. And I haven't seen my dad in 5 years. I just like to think of him as dead. Well anyway, I had to be responsible for two 8-year-olds and a 5-year- old between the train ride from Chicago, Illinois (where we buried Mom) to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I have an aunt there that I never even knew about. Supposedly her and my mom weren't real close. She owns a foster care center called Heaven's House and had room for us. I won't say luckily though.we could have stayed other places. But Tulsa was where my mom wanted us. I had no idea why.
Aiden and Embree came running up and jumped onto the train. I lifted Lynnie up into the car and then got in myself. I had never ridden on a train before. It was kind of thrilling but not as much as I thought it would be, considering the circumstances. I couldn't stop thinking 'An orphan at 15.' and it sounded horrible. And then I'd think of my darling Lynnie.only 5 and an orphan already.
Lynnie and I look like my mother did. Blonde and light colored. Blue eyes too. But the boys look so much like Dad it makes me sick. I do love them so much but I guess even if it was me who looked like my dad I'd feel sick looking in a mirror. And it almost like Aiden and Embree are looking in mirrors when the look at each other. Identical is an understatement. There is not a difference in the world in their looks. That's why Aiden wears blue and Embree wears green. For other peoples sake actually.I can always tell them apart.
Aiden is a cuddler. If you are sitting on a couch or chair or something he will come along and plop himself on your slap and throw his arms around you neck and snuggle. He really is an affectionate child. Even at 8 years old. Both boys are small for their age.
Embree is wild. He can't sit still. He bounces around all day and falls asleep around 1 in the morning everyday. Plus, he wakes up at about 7:00 in the morning during summer vacation. That is just too early for me.
I am the normal child. I really think I am. Well, in looks anyway. I said that both Lynnie and I look like Mom but that's not completely true. Lynnie is gorgeous. Really she is the prettiest little thing under the sun. I am just average. Average height, average weight, average hair. I wish my hair was like Lynnie's. Really blonde and in cute little ringlets. But it is normal color blonde. Nothing extraordinary. But I guess you could call me extraordinary in other ways. Like, since I was little I would be able to feel things other people are feeling. That's how I knew my dad wasn't going to stay very long. When I was around my friend's parents, I could feel their love for each other so strongly. But, with my parents, I couldn't feel anything but bitterness. My dad was always ticked off and drunk and my mom was scared and alone. I hated being in the same room with both of them. The bitterness was too strong. And that's not just the extent of my "senses" if you want to call them that. I can tell when things are happening.or have happened somewhere else. Like when dad got in the car crash when I was 8. He was in Mississippi at the time and we were all sitting at the dinner table waiting for him. ~*~Flashback~*~
"Where is your father?" mother asked worriedly. He had never been late for dinner. All he ever came home for was food. I could feel my mom's insides churning with worries.
Just then something weird happened and I think I passed out. I just remember things going black for a split second and then seeing lights blinking. Red and blue and white. Policemen were everywhere and there was ambulances too. Then I saw my dad in one. Then I woke up and mom was standing over me crying and saying "Bevvy wake up.please Bevvy please wake up!"
"D-Daddy got hurt in M-M-Mississippi." I stuttered. I always stutter now.after one of my "episodes" as the doctor calls them.
Then the phone rang. ~*~End Of Flashback~*~
It was a policeman and he told my mom about the accident. Daddy was alright but he had a few "bumps 'n bruises" as the policeman said. They weren't really bumps but there was bruises. And a broken arm. It took a bundle of money to pay the hospital bills.and car repair bills. We were in debt for a long time. By the time Lynnie was born we were living off welfare. But I wasn't sad about Dad getting hurt. I know that sounds mean but what I was really sad about was the lady in the other car. She had died and we went to the funeral. Everyone there was hurting so bad my own small 8 year old body could hardly handle all of it. We ended up having to leave early because I had another "episode" only this time it was only fainting because of the weight of the hurting from the dead lady's family.
Ok this is only an informing chapter. Next chapter they will be in Tulsa. And there will be Outsiders characters. Sorry about going on about someone you aren't really here to read about. But I PROMISE if you keep checking back the Outsiders WILL BE in the next chapter. Thank you and please review.
~E~
Beverly-Reigh's POV
"Aiden!! Embree! Come on we're gonna miss our train!" I shouted for my little brothers through the crowd of people at the train station. I had a tight hold on Lynnie's hand.it was so small and fragile in my clumsy hands and it made me want to cry. She is only 5 and already she had seen too much. Our mom had died of cancer last month. We lived in Oklahoma City then. And I haven't seen my dad in 5 years. I just like to think of him as dead. Well anyway, I had to be responsible for two 8-year-olds and a 5-year- old between the train ride from Chicago, Illinois (where we buried Mom) to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I have an aunt there that I never even knew about. Supposedly her and my mom weren't real close. She owns a foster care center called Heaven's House and had room for us. I won't say luckily though.we could have stayed other places. But Tulsa was where my mom wanted us. I had no idea why.
Aiden and Embree came running up and jumped onto the train. I lifted Lynnie up into the car and then got in myself. I had never ridden on a train before. It was kind of thrilling but not as much as I thought it would be, considering the circumstances. I couldn't stop thinking 'An orphan at 15.' and it sounded horrible. And then I'd think of my darling Lynnie.only 5 and an orphan already.
Lynnie and I look like my mother did. Blonde and light colored. Blue eyes too. But the boys look so much like Dad it makes me sick. I do love them so much but I guess even if it was me who looked like my dad I'd feel sick looking in a mirror. And it almost like Aiden and Embree are looking in mirrors when the look at each other. Identical is an understatement. There is not a difference in the world in their looks. That's why Aiden wears blue and Embree wears green. For other peoples sake actually.I can always tell them apart.
Aiden is a cuddler. If you are sitting on a couch or chair or something he will come along and plop himself on your slap and throw his arms around you neck and snuggle. He really is an affectionate child. Even at 8 years old. Both boys are small for their age.
Embree is wild. He can't sit still. He bounces around all day and falls asleep around 1 in the morning everyday. Plus, he wakes up at about 7:00 in the morning during summer vacation. That is just too early for me.
I am the normal child. I really think I am. Well, in looks anyway. I said that both Lynnie and I look like Mom but that's not completely true. Lynnie is gorgeous. Really she is the prettiest little thing under the sun. I am just average. Average height, average weight, average hair. I wish my hair was like Lynnie's. Really blonde and in cute little ringlets. But it is normal color blonde. Nothing extraordinary. But I guess you could call me extraordinary in other ways. Like, since I was little I would be able to feel things other people are feeling. That's how I knew my dad wasn't going to stay very long. When I was around my friend's parents, I could feel their love for each other so strongly. But, with my parents, I couldn't feel anything but bitterness. My dad was always ticked off and drunk and my mom was scared and alone. I hated being in the same room with both of them. The bitterness was too strong. And that's not just the extent of my "senses" if you want to call them that. I can tell when things are happening.or have happened somewhere else. Like when dad got in the car crash when I was 8. He was in Mississippi at the time and we were all sitting at the dinner table waiting for him. ~*~Flashback~*~
"Where is your father?" mother asked worriedly. He had never been late for dinner. All he ever came home for was food. I could feel my mom's insides churning with worries.
Just then something weird happened and I think I passed out. I just remember things going black for a split second and then seeing lights blinking. Red and blue and white. Policemen were everywhere and there was ambulances too. Then I saw my dad in one. Then I woke up and mom was standing over me crying and saying "Bevvy wake up.please Bevvy please wake up!"
"D-Daddy got hurt in M-M-Mississippi." I stuttered. I always stutter now.after one of my "episodes" as the doctor calls them.
Then the phone rang. ~*~End Of Flashback~*~
It was a policeman and he told my mom about the accident. Daddy was alright but he had a few "bumps 'n bruises" as the policeman said. They weren't really bumps but there was bruises. And a broken arm. It took a bundle of money to pay the hospital bills.and car repair bills. We were in debt for a long time. By the time Lynnie was born we were living off welfare. But I wasn't sad about Dad getting hurt. I know that sounds mean but what I was really sad about was the lady in the other car. She had died and we went to the funeral. Everyone there was hurting so bad my own small 8 year old body could hardly handle all of it. We ended up having to leave early because I had another "episode" only this time it was only fainting because of the weight of the hurting from the dead lady's family.
Ok this is only an informing chapter. Next chapter they will be in Tulsa. And there will be Outsiders characters. Sorry about going on about someone you aren't really here to read about. But I PROMISE if you keep checking back the Outsiders WILL BE in the next chapter. Thank you and please review.
~E~