Hey all. Here's the next chapter of this fic as you've all politely waited
for. I'm glad you like it 'cause I wrote it a long time ago and I really
like the story, as stereotypically me as it is.
Pissed-temistic: Hullo. Thanx. Yes, I know this took forever. -_-'
Drifting soul: Sorry for the spelling. I'm usually pretty careful so I must have been rushing. Acting like Kai? Well there's a pretty good chance of that! And Tala isn't going to go gay, if that's what you were about to say. Maybe I should write a male OC/Tala thing. That would be interesting... Thanx for the inspiration! ^__^
Porticullis: I knew you were going to review! ^__^ you spend too much time on me. I love it! LoL. I love descriptions. I have way too much time on my hands and way too little ideas for huge plot-lines. So I make up hugely elaborated characters!
BTW, if any of you want to read something good, read some of Porticullis' stuff. Its way good and a good break from my un-exciting stuff. ^__^ Love ya Porti!
So, disclaimer...
I don't own Tala or Mr. D, but I do however claim ownership of Grace and... any other people you don't recognize. Can't spoil anything!
~`~,*|*`~,~
"Grace! Come here!"
Tala looked up from his book where he was staring absentmindedly and glanced at the summoned girl. She looked at him and then hurried out of the room towards the front room.
This must be the mother...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Grace stood in front of a tall woman with brown hair put up in a messy bun. The woman looked at her accusingly.
"I thought I told you to get out of bringing home that kid," she hissed. "Just today my boss came up to me and asked how the stupid kid was."
"I couldn't mama, Mr. D wouldn't..."
"Screw Mr. Dickenson," the irritable woman interrupted. "You should have gotten some excuse. You stupid whore. You probably liked the idea of having some strange guy come over to stay with us."
"Mama, you know I wouldn't..."
"Shut up. You have no idea how much it costs to bring up a stupid child like you and now that I have another one to deal with, I don't know what we're going to have to do."
"Did you get the funding you wanted?" Grace asked meekly.
"Don't try and change the subject!"
The woman's long-fingered hand snapped out from her waist to slap Grace across the face. The girl was silent.
"I have to go out to a dinner meeting so you deal with the kid and make sure he's fine. He's to stay out of my sight, got it? If he so much as whispers behind my back he's getting the boot and I don't care what you have to tell the fat pig afterwards."
Grace nodded silently, knowing she was very close to the clear; she didn't want to trip up now.
When Tala heard the door finally shut he looked carefully down at his books as Grace re-entered the kitchen. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she put a cloth under the tap and pressed it to her face with a sigh. The red mark from her mother's hand was clearly visible over the soft milky-white skin.
It looked like Grace would be cooking again.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala was sleeping on Grace's bedroom floor now. He had slept on the couch in the front room before, but it seemed that Grace's mother didn't want him here so the girl kept him out of sight as much as possible.
Not that the witch-queen was home often.
Tala lay on the carpeted floor wrapped in a few blankets too many, taken despite a polite argument between the two teens.
Now that he thought of it, Grace only acted either too mature in that she cleaned and cooked as well as did homework; or too young, in that she acted (and looked like sometimes) a much younger child.
Tala had never imagined that in leaving the Abby he would end up in a broken home. He didn't dare mention it to his roommate, but it was true. Mrs. Simons was a bitch and a tyrant. The red-head had heard many arguments go on between the two, always leaving Grace broken after.
He had seen the all-too familiar tell-tale red rings around her eyes in the morning, to be covered in dark makeup for school.
She never complained.
As for school, it wasn't as hard as he had expected. Boris had actually done a pretty good job of keeping his students up-to-date and he was actually ahead in some things like math and his science courses.
He had been going to the BBA lab every day so far this week and he hadn't been pushed very far yet. Yet. From all the tests they had been doing, he could tell they were going to start doing things to him soon. He could understand the data as well as they could, after all.
He settled deeper into his make-shift bed and then froze as he heard noise coming from Grace's bed. What would he do if she stared crying? Could he handle it?
Thankfully the noises stopped and Tala concluded that it was just a dream. He drifted off onto the edge of sleep, but just before he fell, he heard a soft voice crying out and then fall into a whimper.
There was more to this than meets the eye.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tuhduh!
It took me forever to get this written. Well, it was kind of hard to write because I wasn't sure how soon I wanted you to know things.
So, I would appreciate it if you reviewed, I need some more ideas and reviews make them come faster now that my muses seem to have disappeared. Stupid bums...
So see ya!
Pissed-temistic: Hullo. Thanx. Yes, I know this took forever. -_-'
Drifting soul: Sorry for the spelling. I'm usually pretty careful so I must have been rushing. Acting like Kai? Well there's a pretty good chance of that! And Tala isn't going to go gay, if that's what you were about to say. Maybe I should write a male OC/Tala thing. That would be interesting... Thanx for the inspiration! ^__^
Porticullis: I knew you were going to review! ^__^ you spend too much time on me. I love it! LoL. I love descriptions. I have way too much time on my hands and way too little ideas for huge plot-lines. So I make up hugely elaborated characters!
BTW, if any of you want to read something good, read some of Porticullis' stuff. Its way good and a good break from my un-exciting stuff. ^__^ Love ya Porti!
So, disclaimer...
I don't own Tala or Mr. D, but I do however claim ownership of Grace and... any other people you don't recognize. Can't spoil anything!
~`~,*|*`~,~
"Grace! Come here!"
Tala looked up from his book where he was staring absentmindedly and glanced at the summoned girl. She looked at him and then hurried out of the room towards the front room.
This must be the mother...
~`~,*|*`~,~
Grace stood in front of a tall woman with brown hair put up in a messy bun. The woman looked at her accusingly.
"I thought I told you to get out of bringing home that kid," she hissed. "Just today my boss came up to me and asked how the stupid kid was."
"I couldn't mama, Mr. D wouldn't..."
"Screw Mr. Dickenson," the irritable woman interrupted. "You should have gotten some excuse. You stupid whore. You probably liked the idea of having some strange guy come over to stay with us."
"Mama, you know I wouldn't..."
"Shut up. You have no idea how much it costs to bring up a stupid child like you and now that I have another one to deal with, I don't know what we're going to have to do."
"Did you get the funding you wanted?" Grace asked meekly.
"Don't try and change the subject!"
The woman's long-fingered hand snapped out from her waist to slap Grace across the face. The girl was silent.
"I have to go out to a dinner meeting so you deal with the kid and make sure he's fine. He's to stay out of my sight, got it? If he so much as whispers behind my back he's getting the boot and I don't care what you have to tell the fat pig afterwards."
Grace nodded silently, knowing she was very close to the clear; she didn't want to trip up now.
When Tala heard the door finally shut he looked carefully down at his books as Grace re-entered the kitchen. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she put a cloth under the tap and pressed it to her face with a sigh. The red mark from her mother's hand was clearly visible over the soft milky-white skin.
It looked like Grace would be cooking again.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tala was sleeping on Grace's bedroom floor now. He had slept on the couch in the front room before, but it seemed that Grace's mother didn't want him here so the girl kept him out of sight as much as possible.
Not that the witch-queen was home often.
Tala lay on the carpeted floor wrapped in a few blankets too many, taken despite a polite argument between the two teens.
Now that he thought of it, Grace only acted either too mature in that she cleaned and cooked as well as did homework; or too young, in that she acted (and looked like sometimes) a much younger child.
Tala had never imagined that in leaving the Abby he would end up in a broken home. He didn't dare mention it to his roommate, but it was true. Mrs. Simons was a bitch and a tyrant. The red-head had heard many arguments go on between the two, always leaving Grace broken after.
He had seen the all-too familiar tell-tale red rings around her eyes in the morning, to be covered in dark makeup for school.
She never complained.
As for school, it wasn't as hard as he had expected. Boris had actually done a pretty good job of keeping his students up-to-date and he was actually ahead in some things like math and his science courses.
He had been going to the BBA lab every day so far this week and he hadn't been pushed very far yet. Yet. From all the tests they had been doing, he could tell they were going to start doing things to him soon. He could understand the data as well as they could, after all.
He settled deeper into his make-shift bed and then froze as he heard noise coming from Grace's bed. What would he do if she stared crying? Could he handle it?
Thankfully the noises stopped and Tala concluded that it was just a dream. He drifted off onto the edge of sleep, but just before he fell, he heard a soft voice crying out and then fall into a whimper.
There was more to this than meets the eye.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Tuhduh!
It took me forever to get this written. Well, it was kind of hard to write because I wasn't sure how soon I wanted you to know things.
So, I would appreciate it if you reviewed, I need some more ideas and reviews make them come faster now that my muses seem to have disappeared. Stupid bums...
So see ya!