Chp.3: phonecall, head call?

Van returned home late. He didn't acknowledge anyone and traveled to his room where he went straight to bed. He really didn't feel like talking. The only person he wanted to talk to even a little was Fiona.

"Maybe I should call her…I think she might need to know," Van reached over and grabbed his phone off the bedside table and dialed the number to her pink phone in her room. It rang a few times before being picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Fiona-"

"I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone. I hope you have a nice day!" A beep noise followed after. Van sweatdropped, took a deep breath, and began.

"Hey, Fiona, it's Van. It's too bad I didn't catch you. Well, when you get in, call me back. I need to talk to you. I don't care how late it is. I don't think I'll sleep much tonight. Bye," Van turned off the phone and hung it up. He layed back on his bed and stared up at the dark ceiling. He exhaled heavily.

Something jolted Van's eyes open. His phone was ringing. He hadn't realized how tired he had been. He must have fallen asleep. Pushing that aside, he answered the phone.

"Hello?" Van asked.

"Van?"

"Fiona! Hey," Van tried to keep himself from sounding tired and did a pretty good job.

"Well, uh- you told me to call… I was at dinner. Thomas invited me out with Karl to eat," Fiona said.

"Is that so?" Van felt a twitch of anger and jealousy.

"Yes, Thomas got spagetti spilled all over him, and Karl thought the resteraunt was under attack. It was so embarrasing. I don't think I'll do that again," Fiona said.

"Why am I NOT surprised?" Van smirked.

"Yeah, I kind of thought something bad would happen, but it's okay," Fiona said.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" Fiona asked. Van eyed his clock. It said 12:45. Van started to wonder why she hadn't called sooner. She couldn't have been out THAT long.

"Uh-first of all, whad'ya do after dinner?" Van tried to sound like he was just making light conversation.

"Oh, well, Thomas went to change, and Karl went home. Thomas and I took a walk and he said goodbye to me at the door. I kind of thought it was weird since he lives in the same house, but I guess since it was 11:30 he was a little too tired.

"Then why didn't you call till now?" Van asked.

"I-I don't know I guess I-" Fiona became silent.

"This is---this is because of what happened in your room isn't it," Van said.

"Van, it's just that-"

"Oh, no, I completely understand. You think that I'm just like that guy, but I'm holding it back," Van felt his sarcasm and anger spill out, then felt guilty for it.

"No, Van!" Fiona cried out on the phone.

"Fiona, I-I'm sorry. I just got a little-" It was to late. She hung up. He got so frustrated he threw his phone against the wall and watched break into pieces. He cursed out loud and shoved his head into his pillow. He drifted off into sleep pretty quickly.

"Van."

"Huh? Who's there?"

"Who do you think?"

"Han? You're Han, aren't you?!"

"Wow, you grew a brain."

"How are you talking to me?!"

"It's a telepathic connection, Van. My leader taught it to me after learning it from a girl named Reese."

"A leader? Reese taught him her powers?"

"Well, I'd more so say forced her into teaching him. A little persuasion goes a long, long way, doesn't it Van?"

"Who's---who's your leader?"

"Don't you know? I would think you would. You knew him pretty well."

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, idiot. Let me give you a hint. He has red hair."

"Hiltz?!"

"That's right. Too bad Hiltz is dead. Now I'm the leader of his followers. Isn't life funny? Well, if I get a chance to kill you, that's good enough for me. To tell the truth, Hiltz more or less followed me. After you were dead, I would kill him. Well, I guess that plan turned out crap, didn't it, Van?"

"Why do you hate me so much?!"

"You should get your memories back. I don't feel like telling you. There are so many reasons. I'll work on shortening them down to one main one though. In the meantime, you try and get those little memories back. I still don't think they needed to pay all that money. All they had to do was whack you upside the head with a shovel, huh Van?"

"Leave me alone…"

"Why should I? You never left me alone."

"GET OUTTA MY HEAD!!!!!!!" Van rose up in bead screaming out, tear running down his cheeks, his knuckles turning white from his fists being clenched so tightly. The voice vanished as the door to his room swang open. Maria came running in.

"Oh, Van, what happened?!" She ran over to him and touched his cheek tenderly to calm him.

"He keeps talking to me!" Van yelled. "He won't leave me alone!"

"Van…." Maria hugged him and shsuhed him. He looked over her shoulder at the clock. It said 2:10. Then he traveled his eyes over to the phone pieces. He went over to them and started to pick them up.

"I'm sorry, Maria. I know this cost a lot. I just got---frustrated that's all," Van tried putting the pieces back together, failing miserably. He sighed and continued trying.

"Did you throw it because he freaked you out?"

"No I- well, this happened a few hours ago. F-Fiona she- hung up on me because I got mad at her," Van said. "I feel really guilty. I wish I could apologize, but she's probably not speaking to me anymore."

"Don't worry. I'm sure she'll hear you out, Van," Maria got up from his bed. "Try and get some sleep. I don't want you to collapse or get sick or anything tomorrow. This family's got enough weighing on it's mind."

Van waited till he heard the door shut lightly before he spoke again. "What family?….." He whispered. "Maria and Van….that's not a family…. And Han? He is not part of what we have, family or not."