Is Daddy an Angel?
Chapter Three
Post date: March 18, 2004
A/N: This was never meant to be a huge fic, but it seems to be turning into one in a hurry. So here's chapter three. I wouldn't leave you hanging too long, though I can't wait for the reviews I'm gonna get...hehehe. I might just leave you for a day or so....
Reader responses:
WW; Oh yes. Cliffies are the ultimate evil! Mwahahaha!
Gidgetgirl: Well, I'm glad that you can get past the cheesy title, lol. I am very proud of that first chapter, and I hope to god these later chapters are half as good.
For your chapter two review, I'm glad you like it. And I HATE cliffhangers, if I'm the reader. But if you guys are, then I'm ok with them...hehehe!
Bluie Twilight Star: I'm glad you like it. Cliffhangers are evil! Hehehe. And yes, reviews are addicting. Good thing I've gotten four for this story, just today, March 17th, and I have yet to check BFA!
But first I have to go and help my friend with her ego, and her story!
If anyone likes Tamora Pierce, sorry for spelling, check out Dramaswimer's story, Out of the Flames of Love. It's a great story, with a great idea behind it. Now if she'd just write longer....
Hehehe, I know what you're thinking, Dramaswimer, and I love you too!
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*Waits a couple days*
*looks at watch*
Ok, I think you can have this update now. I think you've suffered long enough!
*hey, just a hint....if you review more, then you'll get the newer chapter sooner, I'm currently working on chapter five, if that gives you any ideas, but there aren't anymore really evil cliffhangers....*
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She hurriedly found the light switch and the bright light seared her tired eyes. She scanned to room with the covers on the floor, and Kathy's stuffed pig lying forlorn on the bed.
She picked up the faded pig and fondled his raggedy ears. "What happened here, Mr. Gordo? Where's my baby?"
Her first thought was to go find the bastard and rip his inard out. But she wasn't the slayer anymore. Hadn't been for over four years. So she dialed 911.
The police were there in ten minutes. She showed them to the kitchen, where Mrs. Smithson still lay.
She saw the blood trail as if noticing it for the first time. "Oh, I uh, fell, when I came home, looking for Mrs. Smithson. I found her, but it was dark. After I fell, I had to check on Kathy." She had changed her bloody pants and she now wore gray sweats.
"is everything else as you found it?" The policewoman asked.
"uh, I think so...Oh, no, Mr Gordo." She held up the stuffed pig, "he was in the middle of the bed." She crossed her arms again, tucking the pig under her arm.
The petite detective looked at the old and faded animal and guessed that it had once belonged to the young woman before her.
"That's fine. I don't believe it would be evidence, un-"
"Kathy won't go anywhere without Gordo."
"Then you can give it back to her once she's found." She said soothingly.
She tried to take the words to heart, but she knew the police would not find her baby girl. They could not go into the world that she had been straddling for so long, and had been avoiding for the past four years.
"Do you have any friends? Any place you can go for tonight?" she just shook her head, her mind elsewhere. "I'm going to send you to a homeless shelter, for tonight, ok? Can you get a bag packed?" she nodded.
"Lily, this is Anne."
"Hi, Anne. Welcome to Helping Hands."
"Hi." She said, distracted.
"Her apartment was...burglarized, and she needs a place to stay for the next few days."
"Wait, few? As in more than one? I really need my apartment back. Like soon. Really soon."
"It's a crime scene, Anne." She reminded her gently.
"Are you going to go through my stuff?"
"Why, do you have something to hide?"
YES! She thought, "No, I'm just a 21 year old trying to make a living. But...besides being a private person, uh...I have some of my ex-boyfriend's things. Stuff he left with me when he...died." Her eyes began to water. "He was an antiques collector. Weapons and religious artifacts and that. I would have sold them, but....I-I just couldn't...." a tear slipped down her face, and she hated herself for the public show of weakness, and yet she hoped it would be enough so they wouldn't ask questions about the three axes and the broadsword she had kept after all these years.
"We won't confiscate them, don't worry." The woman pitied her. She wanted to punch her petite little face in, punch her so hard her blond hair spun around like it did in cartoons. "You should have your apartment back in a few days. Thanks, Lily." She nodded at the blond shelter-owner. Then she left.
"Well, curfew is at nine-"
"I work late. Really late. And I get up really early."
"We'll work something out, don't worry. Uh, we're kind of full right now, but you can have that cot over there. If you need me, I'll be in my office. Goodnight, Anne."
She stood by the waves, waiting. An arm slid around her stomach, and she leaned against his broad chest.
"I knew you'd find me here."
"I always do."
"She's gone. Kathy was kidnapped."
"You have to go back."
"I can't."
"You have to know what to see. You have to be ready."
"For what?"
"I can't help you. If you won't let them back in, then none of us can help you. After you take away everything, friends, family, you will have nothing left but yourself."
"You've told me this before."
"But will it be enough? I can't stay long. They need me. They need you, but you don't care."
"Don't leave me, please."
"That's the point. Even if you kill me, I'll always come back to you."
She woke with a start, and she shifted on the cold hard cot. The night had been nothing but dreams, and now it was time to get up, with only two hours of rest under her belt. Lily roped her into helping out with serving breakfast, and after that she walked to work. She had only used the beat up car because of Kathy.
Ten hours of hustle and bustle and general up on her feet all the time, she walked back to the shelter, just in time to help out with supper and cot distribution. She felt bad for some of the kids that had come in that day. Lily wouldn't hear of turning anyone out, so most of the newer people had to sleep on the floor, because the shelter was not equipped for them. She ended up giving her cot to a 12 year old girl. Then she went off to the club.
When Lily let her in at 2 am, and looked at her clothes, she could see the pity in her eyes, and she hated it.
"Anne, if you need a better job, you could always work here at the shelter. It doesn't pay much, mind you, but it would be enough to get by."
"I'm sorry, Lily, I can't. I know you might not understand now, but I have to do the jobs I do, otherwise I could not support u...myself." She nodded, then went to her office, while Anne lay down in the only corner not taken by the dirty bodies of homeless people.
Chapter Three
Post date: March 18, 2004
A/N: This was never meant to be a huge fic, but it seems to be turning into one in a hurry. So here's chapter three. I wouldn't leave you hanging too long, though I can't wait for the reviews I'm gonna get...hehehe. I might just leave you for a day or so....
Reader responses:
WW; Oh yes. Cliffies are the ultimate evil! Mwahahaha!
Gidgetgirl: Well, I'm glad that you can get past the cheesy title, lol. I am very proud of that first chapter, and I hope to god these later chapters are half as good.
For your chapter two review, I'm glad you like it. And I HATE cliffhangers, if I'm the reader. But if you guys are, then I'm ok with them...hehehe!
Bluie Twilight Star: I'm glad you like it. Cliffhangers are evil! Hehehe. And yes, reviews are addicting. Good thing I've gotten four for this story, just today, March 17th, and I have yet to check BFA!
But first I have to go and help my friend with her ego, and her story!
If anyone likes Tamora Pierce, sorry for spelling, check out Dramaswimer's story, Out of the Flames of Love. It's a great story, with a great idea behind it. Now if she'd just write longer....
Hehehe, I know what you're thinking, Dramaswimer, and I love you too!
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*Waits a couple days*
*looks at watch*
Ok, I think you can have this update now. I think you've suffered long enough!
*hey, just a hint....if you review more, then you'll get the newer chapter sooner, I'm currently working on chapter five, if that gives you any ideas, but there aren't anymore really evil cliffhangers....*
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She hurriedly found the light switch and the bright light seared her tired eyes. She scanned to room with the covers on the floor, and Kathy's stuffed pig lying forlorn on the bed.
She picked up the faded pig and fondled his raggedy ears. "What happened here, Mr. Gordo? Where's my baby?"
Her first thought was to go find the bastard and rip his inard out. But she wasn't the slayer anymore. Hadn't been for over four years. So she dialed 911.
The police were there in ten minutes. She showed them to the kitchen, where Mrs. Smithson still lay.
She saw the blood trail as if noticing it for the first time. "Oh, I uh, fell, when I came home, looking for Mrs. Smithson. I found her, but it was dark. After I fell, I had to check on Kathy." She had changed her bloody pants and she now wore gray sweats.
"is everything else as you found it?" The policewoman asked.
"uh, I think so...Oh, no, Mr Gordo." She held up the stuffed pig, "he was in the middle of the bed." She crossed her arms again, tucking the pig under her arm.
The petite detective looked at the old and faded animal and guessed that it had once belonged to the young woman before her.
"That's fine. I don't believe it would be evidence, un-"
"Kathy won't go anywhere without Gordo."
"Then you can give it back to her once she's found." She said soothingly.
She tried to take the words to heart, but she knew the police would not find her baby girl. They could not go into the world that she had been straddling for so long, and had been avoiding for the past four years.
"Do you have any friends? Any place you can go for tonight?" she just shook her head, her mind elsewhere. "I'm going to send you to a homeless shelter, for tonight, ok? Can you get a bag packed?" she nodded.
"Lily, this is Anne."
"Hi, Anne. Welcome to Helping Hands."
"Hi." She said, distracted.
"Her apartment was...burglarized, and she needs a place to stay for the next few days."
"Wait, few? As in more than one? I really need my apartment back. Like soon. Really soon."
"It's a crime scene, Anne." She reminded her gently.
"Are you going to go through my stuff?"
"Why, do you have something to hide?"
YES! She thought, "No, I'm just a 21 year old trying to make a living. But...besides being a private person, uh...I have some of my ex-boyfriend's things. Stuff he left with me when he...died." Her eyes began to water. "He was an antiques collector. Weapons and religious artifacts and that. I would have sold them, but....I-I just couldn't...." a tear slipped down her face, and she hated herself for the public show of weakness, and yet she hoped it would be enough so they wouldn't ask questions about the three axes and the broadsword she had kept after all these years.
"We won't confiscate them, don't worry." The woman pitied her. She wanted to punch her petite little face in, punch her so hard her blond hair spun around like it did in cartoons. "You should have your apartment back in a few days. Thanks, Lily." She nodded at the blond shelter-owner. Then she left.
"Well, curfew is at nine-"
"I work late. Really late. And I get up really early."
"We'll work something out, don't worry. Uh, we're kind of full right now, but you can have that cot over there. If you need me, I'll be in my office. Goodnight, Anne."
She stood by the waves, waiting. An arm slid around her stomach, and she leaned against his broad chest.
"I knew you'd find me here."
"I always do."
"She's gone. Kathy was kidnapped."
"You have to go back."
"I can't."
"You have to know what to see. You have to be ready."
"For what?"
"I can't help you. If you won't let them back in, then none of us can help you. After you take away everything, friends, family, you will have nothing left but yourself."
"You've told me this before."
"But will it be enough? I can't stay long. They need me. They need you, but you don't care."
"Don't leave me, please."
"That's the point. Even if you kill me, I'll always come back to you."
She woke with a start, and she shifted on the cold hard cot. The night had been nothing but dreams, and now it was time to get up, with only two hours of rest under her belt. Lily roped her into helping out with serving breakfast, and after that she walked to work. She had only used the beat up car because of Kathy.
Ten hours of hustle and bustle and general up on her feet all the time, she walked back to the shelter, just in time to help out with supper and cot distribution. She felt bad for some of the kids that had come in that day. Lily wouldn't hear of turning anyone out, so most of the newer people had to sleep on the floor, because the shelter was not equipped for them. She ended up giving her cot to a 12 year old girl. Then she went off to the club.
When Lily let her in at 2 am, and looked at her clothes, she could see the pity in her eyes, and she hated it.
"Anne, if you need a better job, you could always work here at the shelter. It doesn't pay much, mind you, but it would be enough to get by."
"I'm sorry, Lily, I can't. I know you might not understand now, but I have to do the jobs I do, otherwise I could not support u...myself." She nodded, then went to her office, while Anne lay down in the only corner not taken by the dirty bodies of homeless people.
