A/N: WARNING: Uses the "B" word (Not the one for a female dog, the other
one) And themes suggesting illegal behavior.
Landon rushed home with the kids, leaving Eric behind. He forgot about the barber, or even traffic as he almost got ran over. Landon ran into the open door, the children squealing in delight from the thrill, and screamed, "MOM!"
Cynthia entered the room, flustered, "Why Landon, what has gotten you so worked up?" He took a moment to catch his breath. "Mom, why is there a warrant out for your arrest?" he asked, still trying to breathe.
Cynthia's eyes opened widely and her mouth opened slightly. "How did you know?"
"They called my on my phone, asking where you were," he asked, getting angry, "What did you do?"
Cynthia took a deep breath and wrapped her hands around Landon's shoulders, and he pushed them off. "I, well, your father left me. He had all the money. So I used a credit card I found on the ground one day while at the supermarket."
"Credit card fraud?" he spat, "Stealing identities?" he looked at his mother, truly feeling that he did not know who she was. "You could have called me, I have money, or dad -"
"I tried your father, the stupid bastard," she spewed with anger, "He said to get a job as a prostitute and earn some money, and to walk down to a corner!" She hit the pillow, pretending to see Worth's face there. "I wish he was dead," she said in a low voice. Landon took a step back. This was definitely not the mom he had when he left for Phoenix. Landon left her, leaving to his room, taking the children with him. He was glad he had not unpacked. He would just have to pack the twins' things and they would be off. Maybe find an apartment near by. Maybe stay with some friends, or Worth. Landon hurriedly threw their clothes in the suitcases and the few remaining articles were thrown into a bag. He dismantled the two cribs in record time, and soon the whole room was bare except for a dresser and an end table.
Landon started sneaking the things out. Soon, everything was in the van and he was ready to roll. "Mom?" he said, poking his head into the kitchen. No luck. "MOM!" he yelled up the staircase. Only muffled sounds came down in response. He went up, two stairs at a time, leaving the kids at the bottom in the stroller. He opened the door leading to her bedroom. There, he found a torn and crying Cynthia, head buried in a pillow. "Mom," he said, sitting next to her.
"What Landon?" she said, her voice cracking. She lifted her head, and Landon could see the lines where tears had fallen, the pillow was soaked. Landon cleared his voice, "We're leaving. Me, Hope, and Faith. I can't live here, I just can't," he said, tears falling unashamed onto the floor. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"Shh. I understand why you have to go. Goodbye."
"I'll call you," he said, in his mind adding, "whether you're here or in jail." He left, leaping down the stairs, and pushing the stroller out with it. "Bye mom," he whispered.
A/N: I didn't know his father's name in the movie, so I referred to the book. So if it's not the same, all well.
EXCITING NEWS ABOUT THE AUTHOR EVERLASTING-ORANGES (me, duh)- I am now writing original stories. For a list go to: www.fictionpress.com/~everlastingoranges ! YAY! I hope you like all the stories I have written so far, here and there. =)
~~Alyssa~~
Landon rushed home with the kids, leaving Eric behind. He forgot about the barber, or even traffic as he almost got ran over. Landon ran into the open door, the children squealing in delight from the thrill, and screamed, "MOM!"
Cynthia entered the room, flustered, "Why Landon, what has gotten you so worked up?" He took a moment to catch his breath. "Mom, why is there a warrant out for your arrest?" he asked, still trying to breathe.
Cynthia's eyes opened widely and her mouth opened slightly. "How did you know?"
"They called my on my phone, asking where you were," he asked, getting angry, "What did you do?"
Cynthia took a deep breath and wrapped her hands around Landon's shoulders, and he pushed them off. "I, well, your father left me. He had all the money. So I used a credit card I found on the ground one day while at the supermarket."
"Credit card fraud?" he spat, "Stealing identities?" he looked at his mother, truly feeling that he did not know who she was. "You could have called me, I have money, or dad -"
"I tried your father, the stupid bastard," she spewed with anger, "He said to get a job as a prostitute and earn some money, and to walk down to a corner!" She hit the pillow, pretending to see Worth's face there. "I wish he was dead," she said in a low voice. Landon took a step back. This was definitely not the mom he had when he left for Phoenix. Landon left her, leaving to his room, taking the children with him. He was glad he had not unpacked. He would just have to pack the twins' things and they would be off. Maybe find an apartment near by. Maybe stay with some friends, or Worth. Landon hurriedly threw their clothes in the suitcases and the few remaining articles were thrown into a bag. He dismantled the two cribs in record time, and soon the whole room was bare except for a dresser and an end table.
Landon started sneaking the things out. Soon, everything was in the van and he was ready to roll. "Mom?" he said, poking his head into the kitchen. No luck. "MOM!" he yelled up the staircase. Only muffled sounds came down in response. He went up, two stairs at a time, leaving the kids at the bottom in the stroller. He opened the door leading to her bedroom. There, he found a torn and crying Cynthia, head buried in a pillow. "Mom," he said, sitting next to her.
"What Landon?" she said, her voice cracking. She lifted her head, and Landon could see the lines where tears had fallen, the pillow was soaked. Landon cleared his voice, "We're leaving. Me, Hope, and Faith. I can't live here, I just can't," he said, tears falling unashamed onto the floor. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"Shh. I understand why you have to go. Goodbye."
"I'll call you," he said, in his mind adding, "whether you're here or in jail." He left, leaping down the stairs, and pushing the stroller out with it. "Bye mom," he whispered.
A/N: I didn't know his father's name in the movie, so I referred to the book. So if it's not the same, all well.
EXCITING NEWS ABOUT THE AUTHOR EVERLASTING-ORANGES (me, duh)- I am now writing original stories. For a list go to: www.fictionpress.com/~everlastingoranges ! YAY! I hope you like all the stories I have written so far, here and there. =)
~~Alyssa~~
