Is Daddy An Angel?
Chapter Two
A/n: I'm sitting here in study hall, checking my reviews for BFA, and there seem to be a lot of questions. So even though this was supposed to be a one shot fic, I'll try to continue this as best as I can. The story idea came from a radio commercial, that said something about the little girl laughing as the waves tickle her feet, or something like that, but here's the second chapter, and hopefully, the answers you crave.
Thanks for all the reviews! I really needed them!
Thank you to Nobody, Melluvben, Shippou1990, and Ballons for reviewing!!!
And now on to the chapter....
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She dropped her off at daycare, then rushed to the first of her two jobs, at a tiny diner that paid little, and the tips were worse.
"Anne! There you are! Chloe called in sick, so can you take her tables as well?" She thought about it, knowing that if she did a double shift they would eat better this week, but she'd less energy to spend with her daughter.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"You're a life saver!" Megan rushed, as she ran off to the kitchen. Anne just sighed as she put on her apron.
Ten hectic hours later she rushed to pick Kathy up from daycare. She spent the ten precious minutes with her daughter talking about a picture she had drawn that was sure to go up on the fridge once they got home.
Mrs. Smithson was waiting for them at the apartment door when they came rushing up the stairs, Kathy, tired from a hard day of play, was nestled in her mother's arms. She let them in, and Mrs. Smithson went to cook supper, while Anne put in a movie for Kathy, and got out her crayons and paper. She rushed into the bedroom, changed, and then rushed out, kissed Kathy, gave a hurried thank you to Mrs. Smithson, and rushed out, closing the apartment door. For some reason, the slam sounded so final to her ears that night, but she paid no attention as she rushed off to the club.
She slid in the door at 3 a.m., with a pounding headache from the loud music and thirty dollars worth of tips stuck in her bra.
She switched on the nightlight in the hall, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she moved to the couch, to wake Mrs. Smithson on the couch. She should have known something was wrong, her senses were screaming at her that something wasn't right, but it had been too long since she had paid any attention to the senses that set her apart from the populace. So when she didn't find Mrs. Smithson on the couch, she wasn't nervous.
She walked into the kitchen, since Mrs. Smithson sometimes fell asleep at the table, doing the bookkeeping she did for the local discount store. But she wasn't at the table, the light wasn't glinting off of her 'old lady glasses.' Her foot hit a slick spot on the linoleum floor, and she went down. Her black leather pants were soon soaked, as she tried to stand in her 'hooker boots.'
It wasn't until she put her hands on the floor to push herself up, and they came back wet with something thick and sticky did she start to listen to her senses, that told her something was seriously wrong.
She slid out of the boots with the too high heels, and rushed to the bedroom. The bed was in disarray, covers all over the floor.
A/N: study hall over...I'll get back to this...... hehehe
Chapter Two
A/n: I'm sitting here in study hall, checking my reviews for BFA, and there seem to be a lot of questions. So even though this was supposed to be a one shot fic, I'll try to continue this as best as I can. The story idea came from a radio commercial, that said something about the little girl laughing as the waves tickle her feet, or something like that, but here's the second chapter, and hopefully, the answers you crave.
Thanks for all the reviews! I really needed them!
Thank you to Nobody, Melluvben, Shippou1990, and Ballons for reviewing!!!
And now on to the chapter....
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
She dropped her off at daycare, then rushed to the first of her two jobs, at a tiny diner that paid little, and the tips were worse.
"Anne! There you are! Chloe called in sick, so can you take her tables as well?" She thought about it, knowing that if she did a double shift they would eat better this week, but she'd less energy to spend with her daughter.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"You're a life saver!" Megan rushed, as she ran off to the kitchen. Anne just sighed as she put on her apron.
Ten hectic hours later she rushed to pick Kathy up from daycare. She spent the ten precious minutes with her daughter talking about a picture she had drawn that was sure to go up on the fridge once they got home.
Mrs. Smithson was waiting for them at the apartment door when they came rushing up the stairs, Kathy, tired from a hard day of play, was nestled in her mother's arms. She let them in, and Mrs. Smithson went to cook supper, while Anne put in a movie for Kathy, and got out her crayons and paper. She rushed into the bedroom, changed, and then rushed out, kissed Kathy, gave a hurried thank you to Mrs. Smithson, and rushed out, closing the apartment door. For some reason, the slam sounded so final to her ears that night, but she paid no attention as she rushed off to the club.
She slid in the door at 3 a.m., with a pounding headache from the loud music and thirty dollars worth of tips stuck in her bra.
She switched on the nightlight in the hall, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she moved to the couch, to wake Mrs. Smithson on the couch. She should have known something was wrong, her senses were screaming at her that something wasn't right, but it had been too long since she had paid any attention to the senses that set her apart from the populace. So when she didn't find Mrs. Smithson on the couch, she wasn't nervous.
She walked into the kitchen, since Mrs. Smithson sometimes fell asleep at the table, doing the bookkeeping she did for the local discount store. But she wasn't at the table, the light wasn't glinting off of her 'old lady glasses.' Her foot hit a slick spot on the linoleum floor, and she went down. Her black leather pants were soon soaked, as she tried to stand in her 'hooker boots.'
It wasn't until she put her hands on the floor to push herself up, and they came back wet with something thick and sticky did she start to listen to her senses, that told her something was seriously wrong.
She slid out of the boots with the too high heels, and rushed to the bedroom. The bed was in disarray, covers all over the floor.
A/N: study hall over...I'll get back to this...... hehehe
