Author's Note: I know, I know, it took me a while to update and this
chapter is way short. I'm slowly coming up with ideas, so if anyone wants
to help me get to where I wanna go, please offer ideas. It would be most
appreciated. This chapter kind of delves into the home of Alison's aunt
and uncle that took her in.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
Alison opened the door to the pale blue house. She closed the white door behind her after she entered the house. She stood in the small foyer for a moment, feeling more relaxed in her relatives' home. The floor was stained wood that had recently been polished. The walls were white but dirty handprints were proof of some kind of chase that had previously happened.
"Alison!" Alison turned toward the stairs from where her name was called. At the top of the cherry steps stood a nine-year-old boy. His light brown hair sat unkempt on top of his head.
"What are you doing up this late?" Alison questioned. She limped over to the railing of the stairs and held on to keep her balance.
"Yes, Jonathon, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Sarah stepped into the foyer from the sitting room.
"Goodnight," Jonathon mumbled. He walked down the hall into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Alison, are you alright?" Sarah walked over to Alison. With Sarah's help Alison walked into the sitting room. She sat down on the navy blue couch opposite her uncle. He was drinking tea and worry was painted on his face. A fire fed on the logs in the fireplace, emitting a heat that welcomed Alison with open arms.
"Yes, I am fine. I fell and sprained my ankle. It should be fine by morning," Alison crossed her arms, avoiding her uncle's eyes.
"How did you fall?" her uncle asked. He greatly disliked the idea of her working at a bar. He worried about her like he worried about his own children.
"I turned around, lost my footing and fell."
"Did a man touch you?" he pressed the matter.
"Uncle James, no one touches me without my consent. Believe me. Besides, Peter watches over me like I was his child. He would never let one of those drunken men touch me."
"James, she is right," Sarah budded in. She placed a cup and saucer in front of Alison and poured the girl a cup of tea. "We have known Peter for many years."
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," Alison stood up and slowly made her way out of the sitting room. She felt the tenseness between her aunt and uncle and knew she should leave.
"I think something else happened. She seemed-"
"More at ease? James, maybe she just had a good night," Sarah sat down beside her husband and took his hand in hers.
"You don't think she's gallivanting around the town, do you?"
"I think you are overly worried about a young woman trying to make her own living. She just wants a happy ending."
"I know, Sarah. I just can't help but worry."
"I know, James. Goodnight," Sarah kissed James on the cheek and stood up. She smoothed her skirts before walking out of the room. A maid came out from the kitchen to pick up the teacups and saucers while James stared after his wife. He found it remarkable that she was so calm about their niece.
-Thank you to all of the reviewers. Toni and Leila-u guys rock. ( I know this chapter, aside from being short, was kinda bad. I'm really sorry about that, but like I said I'm running out of ideas. I know where I want to go, but I haven't the foggiest idea how to get to the point that I can start the point I want to go. That was probably extremely confusing...my apologies. Any ideas? Please share. Other than that I'll try to update as soon as possible. Thank you again!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing.
Alison opened the door to the pale blue house. She closed the white door behind her after she entered the house. She stood in the small foyer for a moment, feeling more relaxed in her relatives' home. The floor was stained wood that had recently been polished. The walls were white but dirty handprints were proof of some kind of chase that had previously happened.
"Alison!" Alison turned toward the stairs from where her name was called. At the top of the cherry steps stood a nine-year-old boy. His light brown hair sat unkempt on top of his head.
"What are you doing up this late?" Alison questioned. She limped over to the railing of the stairs and held on to keep her balance.
"Yes, Jonathon, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Sarah stepped into the foyer from the sitting room.
"Goodnight," Jonathon mumbled. He walked down the hall into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Alison, are you alright?" Sarah walked over to Alison. With Sarah's help Alison walked into the sitting room. She sat down on the navy blue couch opposite her uncle. He was drinking tea and worry was painted on his face. A fire fed on the logs in the fireplace, emitting a heat that welcomed Alison with open arms.
"Yes, I am fine. I fell and sprained my ankle. It should be fine by morning," Alison crossed her arms, avoiding her uncle's eyes.
"How did you fall?" her uncle asked. He greatly disliked the idea of her working at a bar. He worried about her like he worried about his own children.
"I turned around, lost my footing and fell."
"Did a man touch you?" he pressed the matter.
"Uncle James, no one touches me without my consent. Believe me. Besides, Peter watches over me like I was his child. He would never let one of those drunken men touch me."
"James, she is right," Sarah budded in. She placed a cup and saucer in front of Alison and poured the girl a cup of tea. "We have known Peter for many years."
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," Alison stood up and slowly made her way out of the sitting room. She felt the tenseness between her aunt and uncle and knew she should leave.
"I think something else happened. She seemed-"
"More at ease? James, maybe she just had a good night," Sarah sat down beside her husband and took his hand in hers.
"You don't think she's gallivanting around the town, do you?"
"I think you are overly worried about a young woman trying to make her own living. She just wants a happy ending."
"I know, Sarah. I just can't help but worry."
"I know, James. Goodnight," Sarah kissed James on the cheek and stood up. She smoothed her skirts before walking out of the room. A maid came out from the kitchen to pick up the teacups and saucers while James stared after his wife. He found it remarkable that she was so calm about their niece.
-Thank you to all of the reviewers. Toni and Leila-u guys rock. ( I know this chapter, aside from being short, was kinda bad. I'm really sorry about that, but like I said I'm running out of ideas. I know where I want to go, but I haven't the foggiest idea how to get to the point that I can start the point I want to go. That was probably extremely confusing...my apologies. Any ideas? Please share. Other than that I'll try to update as soon as possible. Thank you again!