Disclaimer: I still do not own LHOTP or the television show.
A/N: Well here's the third chapter. The next one might take awhile too (homework-blah!) but I'll try to get it up soon. Review (please)! :-)
After what felt like only a few minutes, but must have been a few hours judging from the bright sunlight shining on my face, I awoke to a loud scream.
"No!" Sylvia was yelling, tossing her head from side to side. "Let me go. oh please somebody help me!"
I leaned over the bed and shook her, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. She snapped awake and began pounding my chest.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Grabbing her hands I held her close. "It's all right Sylvia, it's me," I said gently.
"Albert?" she said weakly. When her eyes focused on my face I felt her go limp with relief.
"Oh Albert," she sobbed. "I thought it was him. that he was hurting me again."
Gently stroking her hair I felt anger boil up inside me. That bastard! Even when he was dead he wouldn't stop hurting her.
"It's all right," I repeated. "He won't ever hurt you again. I promise."
"What's going on here?!"
We looked up in surprise to see Mr. Webb, carrying a gun and bearing a look that would scare the devil himself.
I gaped at him, dumbly wondering how he had gotten his gun. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that this was the second time in two days that he had tried to use it on me.
"I said what is going on here?" his voice boomed.
"Uhhm," my voice trailed off miserably.
"It's all right Father," Sylvia said drying her tears with her hand, making me wish that I had a handkerchief. "I-I just had a bad dream."
"I see," he said looking at me suspiciously. I realized I was still holding Sylvia but since she had a death-grip on me I couldn't move away. He didn't lower his gun.
"Hurmph!" The sound of a clearing throat surprised us all. Dr. Baker was standing in the doorway, wearing an odd expression on his face.
"Am I. interrupting something?" he asked.
"No-nothing," I said suddenly finding my voice, while Mr. Webb seemed to have lost his.
"I just came to check on Sylvia, but if you want me to leave."
Mr. Webb shook his head. "No," he said gruffly. "No. You look over Sylvia. I'll leave."
Finally lowering his gun, he walked out of the door with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
Dr. Baker raised a questioning eyebrow at me but I didn't feel like explaining. Sylvia meanwhile had loosened her grip on me, only to grab onto me again when I stood up.
"Where are you going?" she asked looking worried. She had good reason to be too, I thought, bitterly remembering the last time I had left her. But I was tired and hungry as well, and I knew in that condition I wouldn't be much of use to her or anyone else. I had to go home and try to pull myself together for the two. three of us.
"I'm just going home for a few hours." Seeing her face widen in fear I hastened to reassure her. "Don't worry, Dr. Baker and your father will be here with you and I'll be back soon."
"Al- all right," Sylvia said not looking the least bit reassured, making my insides squirm with guilt. Maybe I shouldn't leave her, I thought looking at her pale face. But I knew I had to talk to Ma and Pa and. and I knew Mr. Webb needed to spend some time with Sylvia too- alone.
"I'll be back soon," I repeated squeezing her hand lightly. I nodded good- bye to Dr. Baker as I left the room. I'd be back, but first I had to go home.
A/N: In the next chapter, I PROMISE the action will pick up and (hopefully!) it'll be longer. :-)
A/N: Well here's the third chapter. The next one might take awhile too (homework-blah!) but I'll try to get it up soon. Review (please)! :-)
After what felt like only a few minutes, but must have been a few hours judging from the bright sunlight shining on my face, I awoke to a loud scream.
"No!" Sylvia was yelling, tossing her head from side to side. "Let me go. oh please somebody help me!"
I leaned over the bed and shook her, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. She snapped awake and began pounding my chest.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Grabbing her hands I held her close. "It's all right Sylvia, it's me," I said gently.
"Albert?" she said weakly. When her eyes focused on my face I felt her go limp with relief.
"Oh Albert," she sobbed. "I thought it was him. that he was hurting me again."
Gently stroking her hair I felt anger boil up inside me. That bastard! Even when he was dead he wouldn't stop hurting her.
"It's all right," I repeated. "He won't ever hurt you again. I promise."
"What's going on here?!"
We looked up in surprise to see Mr. Webb, carrying a gun and bearing a look that would scare the devil himself.
I gaped at him, dumbly wondering how he had gotten his gun. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that this was the second time in two days that he had tried to use it on me.
"I said what is going on here?" his voice boomed.
"Uhhm," my voice trailed off miserably.
"It's all right Father," Sylvia said drying her tears with her hand, making me wish that I had a handkerchief. "I-I just had a bad dream."
"I see," he said looking at me suspiciously. I realized I was still holding Sylvia but since she had a death-grip on me I couldn't move away. He didn't lower his gun.
"Hurmph!" The sound of a clearing throat surprised us all. Dr. Baker was standing in the doorway, wearing an odd expression on his face.
"Am I. interrupting something?" he asked.
"No-nothing," I said suddenly finding my voice, while Mr. Webb seemed to have lost his.
"I just came to check on Sylvia, but if you want me to leave."
Mr. Webb shook his head. "No," he said gruffly. "No. You look over Sylvia. I'll leave."
Finally lowering his gun, he walked out of the door with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.
Dr. Baker raised a questioning eyebrow at me but I didn't feel like explaining. Sylvia meanwhile had loosened her grip on me, only to grab onto me again when I stood up.
"Where are you going?" she asked looking worried. She had good reason to be too, I thought, bitterly remembering the last time I had left her. But I was tired and hungry as well, and I knew in that condition I wouldn't be much of use to her or anyone else. I had to go home and try to pull myself together for the two. three of us.
"I'm just going home for a few hours." Seeing her face widen in fear I hastened to reassure her. "Don't worry, Dr. Baker and your father will be here with you and I'll be back soon."
"Al- all right," Sylvia said not looking the least bit reassured, making my insides squirm with guilt. Maybe I shouldn't leave her, I thought looking at her pale face. But I knew I had to talk to Ma and Pa and. and I knew Mr. Webb needed to spend some time with Sylvia too- alone.
"I'll be back soon," I repeated squeezing her hand lightly. I nodded good- bye to Dr. Baker as I left the room. I'd be back, but first I had to go home.
A/N: In the next chapter, I PROMISE the action will pick up and (hopefully!) it'll be longer. :-)