A/n: I know I know you're all gonna yell at me leaving ya with a cliffy but
I can't help it that's what makes a good author...speaking of which I wanna
kill my English teacher.
Max: why?
Me: *pouts* he said the Matthew has what it takes to be an author.
Tyson: so?
Me: when I asked him he said 'whatever you say' and just brushed me off
when everyone knows I'm the budding author!
Tyler: You an author... looking at the state of this that's scary.
Me: don't make me delete you aswell.
Tyson: you never deleted anyone.
Me: you'll have noticed Kai's not here!
Chapter 5: Ball of string.
Hilary: Isn't it strange how life is sometimes like a ball of string all tied up and fine one minute. Then in the hands of a 13 year old girl it can suddenly begin to unravel faster than it was put together in the first place. I suppose it's just a knack teenagers have. Miriam's right [much as I hate to admit it] I shouldn't have left. But she's wrong about the telling him thing. Sure Tyler's curious aren't we all at that age but she's lived without her dad for her whole life she doesn't need him. Then again where is she. At his apartment I suppose. She's always there nowadays I wish I'd never allowed her to get wrapped up in beyblade. Some times the ball of string has small knots you know the ones that are almost impossible to untie? But you've got to get across them somehow and sometimes all you need is a kid to come along and take the tiniest pull and it's all undone, fixed, either that or they've made a smaller harder knot. Well Tyler she's tangled the string so much I doubt it will ever be perfect. Even so since when was life perfect. There's so much pain hate war tears and fear in the world sometimes I wonder why I'm still alive, after all I've been through but I'm here and I'm alive and so is Tyler. I might as well enjoy it.
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Tyson hadn't come back through he'd gone to his bedroom earlier. He was probably having a conversation with Kai. Kai had cooled down...no warmed up, a lot since that day but he was still cold as ice sometimes. Tyler sat on the sofa between Ray and Mariah Emily had put her there to stop them playing tonsil tennis all day it was really quite sickly. The question that she'd been dreading came up. "So why're you here again Tyler?" Max asked. "Wanted to talk to Tyson." She muttered not quite catching his eye. "About what happened the other night with your mum, Is she okay he didn't hurt her too bad did he?" "She's fine a bit of a mark but she's okay." Tyler had totally forgotten about the slap she'd been too preoccupied with the kiss. Now Emily mentioned it she was hit full force. "He hit her?" "He was angry with her I'm sure he didn't mean it." Emily said sorry she'd opened her mouth. "I would never... and I repeat never harm a lady." "Same here." Ray said. Kenny nodded. The girls smiled slightly. Well apart from Tyler. "That rule is soooo stupid I mean why can't guys hit girls it's stupid most girls are just as strong if not stronger than guys!" She argued. Max ruffled her hair. "Chill out kid we're not being sexist we're just saying that women deserve more respect." He said. Tyler didn't know what to say after that.
Tyson eventually came out and sat on the recliner away from everyone else. Kai followed his lead about ten minutes later. Tyson's eyes were a bit puffy and he looked as though he may have been crying. Tyler didn't care she wasn't best pleased with him at the moment. She wasn't even sure why she was here she was just certain she'd rather be anywhere but home. She knew she'd have to leave at some point though. She couldn't stay forever that was obvious. "Ty dude you okay?" asked Mariah curiously. "Yeah fine." He croaked. Now Tyler was sure of it he'd been crying but what over she wasn't sure. Maybe grown ups just did that sometimes, Mum cried a lot. She always had done. But that was probably because she had her life wrecked by having kids. It always made Tyler a little bit depressed to think of that she knew her mum would have been tons happier had she never been born. Her mum would probably have stuck with her boyfriend been in some posh little flat been a total swot. She probably would have a great job she'd be world famous. And her dad would be too. Only he wouldn't be her dad he'd be mum's husband he may even have been somebody else's dad I mean twenty eight isn't exactly the youngest of ages. In Tyler's opinion it was ancient. But at 13 everyone seems ancient.
"You're lying." Tyler stated simply staring anywhere but his face. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "What makes you say that?" asked Kai confused that she was that sharp. Everyone else had dismissed the thought and that Tyson would deal with it in his own way when he felt like it. Tyson was as stubborn as he was since... well since forever. "Might stop by the old crib later if anyone fancies coming." Tyson said. Tyler knew he was speaking about his old house and to be honest she'd have loved to go but she couldn't let him know that she was going to give him the cold shoulder for as long as she could. "Including you kid." He added noticing her vacant stare. She gave a half nod. Not yes not no. Tyson knew that nod it was the nod Hilary always gave when she was asked to attend a match. She never wanted to show enthusiasm as it was often a way of getting her hopes up. When asked to attend a match she'd just say 'maybe' or 'don't know' but she'd always show up. She usually meant yes. And when she didn't show they'd always panic even though she hadn't actually said she'd be there. "That a yes?" asked Max grinning also knowing the typical teenage nod. "It's a no, I really have to go home." She said. She didn't know why she'd said that. She suddenly felt she had to go home. Mum was upset and if she wasn't there to help her through a tough time she'd be the worlds worst daughter.
"I'll see you later." "Bye." chorused the flat "Walk you down?" Tyson suggested. She nodded. She really did not want to go home at the moment by herself. She grabbed her coat gave a half wave and stepped out. They'd been walking for ages when they got to the stairs as the began to go down them she slipped. She screamed. Tyson caught her wrist but she still received quite a bump to her leg. "You okay?" he asked her totally concerned. She was sat on the stairs clutching her ankle. "Stupid stairs." She muttered. "Stairs I think not kid why don't you tie your shoe laces once in a while?" he questioned. She shrugged he sounded like mum at the minute. 'tie your laces' 'your trousers are too big on you you'll trip' next he'd be telling her to 'don't forget your coat you'll freeze to death' or something. "Come here." He said he took a look at her ankle it was sore and looked a bit swollen. He frowned. "Looks like you've sprained it." He said. "I'm fine look see!" she jumped up and walked down the stairs gripping onto the stairs banister. She was fine. Until she ran out of banisters she hadn't gotten to the bottom of the steps. She'd just run out of banisters. Tyson who had been following her and had gone on ahead was thankfully there to catch her as she fell. She swore loudly. "You okay, maybe you shouldn't try that for a long while." He said supporting her as she walked trying of course to support herself but failing miserably.
"You think." She said sarcastically. "Closest place is Grandpa's if you want to drop in." "I'm not sure." She said. She didn't have the feeling she needed to be home as much anymore. Maybe mum had just had a fleet of depression then been okay. Some people might say Tyler was crazy others might say she was psychic but anybody who had an ounce of a brain cells they would have guessed that it was just a strong mother/daughter bond. "Grandpa?" he called as he half carried Tyler over into the living room. "Tyson dude you're home!" exclaimed grandpa not yet coming through. "I'll just go get the first aid kit." He said leaving the room. Grandpa came through and nearly had a heart attack when he saw Tyler. "Dude I'm not one for the whole spiritual thing but there's a ghostette in our living room!" he called. "Don't be stupid Grandpa... this is Tyler remember the one who I battled in the tournament." "The one who lost?" "Why must everyone constantly remind me I lost yes I lost big deal I'm still world class!" she said hotly. Grandpa was surveying her closely.
"Dudette sure looks like Hilary." He said quietly. Tyson face faulted. "Grandpa have you been taking your medication?" he asked and practically forced his grandfather through out of the room. He'd been doing that since he was about 13 or 14. Tyler giggled. "This is going to hurt a bit." "I'm no wuss...OW!" she yelled in pain. Tyson laughed. He'd done the same ages ago when he'd sprained his ankle. Only that time Hilary had been the nurse of course and he was sure he was a worse doctor than Hilary was. "Sorry." "It's not funny that really hurt!" she said. She knocked something over and gasped. "I'm sorry." She said. Tyson picked it up. "S'okay it's only a photo album." He said he flicked it open. Grandpa had been looking at them evidently. He sat down next to Tyler. "I haven't looked at these ones for a while usually I just dwell on ex- girlfriends." He said. [sorry no Hilary in that it would be too much of a give away.] Tyler laughed at all the goofy pictures of Tyson and the rest of the bladers as kids. There were some of them that Tyson had obviously swiped from the bladers' mums or something. Max as a baby throwing something at his dad, Ray as a child sitting on a wall with Mariah and Li Mariah didn't look pleased at the thought of having to sit next to Li she didn't even seem to notice the photograph was being taken, One of Kenny playing on a computer at about 8, one of Kai looking as though he'd just got out of prison he was alone, obviously. Several of Tyson with his parents.
"Interesting." Hilary thought as she looked through the photo's. There was one that had been taken literally hours before she vanished. She was pregnant and that much was obvious or at least to Hilary. She wondered why Tyson had never figured it out. She'd always known he was very slow but she'd never thought of him as that dense she always thought he had a bit of sense. If he had figured it out why hadn't he said anything. Boys were so hopeless. Tyson was another knot in the string one of those that will never go away. So far in her life there were a lot of them. Beyblade, Tyson, Tyler, Boys, Men the usual stuff. Hilary frowned. She packed up the photo's and then realised she was missing something. Coffee pot, check, Sofa, check, Sanity, well, Daughter.ah. She was going to give Tyler a bell it wasn't on for her to just vanish for ages on end without saying anything. "Hello?" "Oh hi mum." "Where are you love?" "I'm coming home now." "See you in ten?" "Make it 5 mum!" she heard somebody else say 'I doubt it' but didn't think to question her.
Tyler walked in the door and the first thing she noticed was Mum's handbag was moved slightly strange. Teenage girls always noticed this kind of thing. "Tyson come in mum won't mind." Tyson suddenly looked uncomfortable. He was obviously remembering his last confrontation with Tyler's mum. "I better not." "Come off it least I can do." "Huh." She wiggled her ankle slightly as Tyson helped her onto the sofa. Hilary came through. "Oh, Tyler you erm... didn't say we had a guest." She said awkwardly she tried not to look at Tyson she really disliked the thought he was inches away from her and she wasn't allowed to say what she really wanted to say. First of all she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and secondly she wanted to throttle him for getting her in this position in the first place.
"I'll go make you two a coffee... sit down, talk." Tyler said and she hopped off into the hallway. Tyson was about to protest. "So..." Hilary started unsure of what to say. "How long have you been into beyblading?" "You don't need to ask me about that I know you don't like beyblading." "Hm, how so?" "Tyler said... she also said her last name's Tatiba." "True." Hilary stated not looking at him. "So," "So what?" "Not a common name is it?" they were broke off by a strangled cry and both ran through to find Tyler with something in her hand. Her mothers handbag was on the floor. She was looking ready to cry. "What's the matter?" asked Tyson Hilary suddenly had her eyes wide. Tyler thrust the photo into Tyson's hands and ran off upstairs. Tyson took one look at it and figured something out. He had the same one at home and there was only one person who had a copy of it- Hilary. He turned to face her. He showed her the photo. She paled. It was one of Tyson and her kissing. How could she have left that one out.
A/n: yay they're starting to figure it out. Max: yeah but... Emily: when are you... Me: shut up, next chapter. Mariah: great she's not going to update for ages now is she? Me: I will... Everyone: liar.
Chapter 5: Ball of string.
Hilary: Isn't it strange how life is sometimes like a ball of string all tied up and fine one minute. Then in the hands of a 13 year old girl it can suddenly begin to unravel faster than it was put together in the first place. I suppose it's just a knack teenagers have. Miriam's right [much as I hate to admit it] I shouldn't have left. But she's wrong about the telling him thing. Sure Tyler's curious aren't we all at that age but she's lived without her dad for her whole life she doesn't need him. Then again where is she. At his apartment I suppose. She's always there nowadays I wish I'd never allowed her to get wrapped up in beyblade. Some times the ball of string has small knots you know the ones that are almost impossible to untie? But you've got to get across them somehow and sometimes all you need is a kid to come along and take the tiniest pull and it's all undone, fixed, either that or they've made a smaller harder knot. Well Tyler she's tangled the string so much I doubt it will ever be perfect. Even so since when was life perfect. There's so much pain hate war tears and fear in the world sometimes I wonder why I'm still alive, after all I've been through but I'm here and I'm alive and so is Tyler. I might as well enjoy it.
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Tyson hadn't come back through he'd gone to his bedroom earlier. He was probably having a conversation with Kai. Kai had cooled down...no warmed up, a lot since that day but he was still cold as ice sometimes. Tyler sat on the sofa between Ray and Mariah Emily had put her there to stop them playing tonsil tennis all day it was really quite sickly. The question that she'd been dreading came up. "So why're you here again Tyler?" Max asked. "Wanted to talk to Tyson." She muttered not quite catching his eye. "About what happened the other night with your mum, Is she okay he didn't hurt her too bad did he?" "She's fine a bit of a mark but she's okay." Tyler had totally forgotten about the slap she'd been too preoccupied with the kiss. Now Emily mentioned it she was hit full force. "He hit her?" "He was angry with her I'm sure he didn't mean it." Emily said sorry she'd opened her mouth. "I would never... and I repeat never harm a lady." "Same here." Ray said. Kenny nodded. The girls smiled slightly. Well apart from Tyler. "That rule is soooo stupid I mean why can't guys hit girls it's stupid most girls are just as strong if not stronger than guys!" She argued. Max ruffled her hair. "Chill out kid we're not being sexist we're just saying that women deserve more respect." He said. Tyler didn't know what to say after that.
Tyson eventually came out and sat on the recliner away from everyone else. Kai followed his lead about ten minutes later. Tyson's eyes were a bit puffy and he looked as though he may have been crying. Tyler didn't care she wasn't best pleased with him at the moment. She wasn't even sure why she was here she was just certain she'd rather be anywhere but home. She knew she'd have to leave at some point though. She couldn't stay forever that was obvious. "Ty dude you okay?" asked Mariah curiously. "Yeah fine." He croaked. Now Tyler was sure of it he'd been crying but what over she wasn't sure. Maybe grown ups just did that sometimes, Mum cried a lot. She always had done. But that was probably because she had her life wrecked by having kids. It always made Tyler a little bit depressed to think of that she knew her mum would have been tons happier had she never been born. Her mum would probably have stuck with her boyfriend been in some posh little flat been a total swot. She probably would have a great job she'd be world famous. And her dad would be too. Only he wouldn't be her dad he'd be mum's husband he may even have been somebody else's dad I mean twenty eight isn't exactly the youngest of ages. In Tyler's opinion it was ancient. But at 13 everyone seems ancient.
"You're lying." Tyler stated simply staring anywhere but his face. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. "What makes you say that?" asked Kai confused that she was that sharp. Everyone else had dismissed the thought and that Tyson would deal with it in his own way when he felt like it. Tyson was as stubborn as he was since... well since forever. "Might stop by the old crib later if anyone fancies coming." Tyson said. Tyler knew he was speaking about his old house and to be honest she'd have loved to go but she couldn't let him know that she was going to give him the cold shoulder for as long as she could. "Including you kid." He added noticing her vacant stare. She gave a half nod. Not yes not no. Tyson knew that nod it was the nod Hilary always gave when she was asked to attend a match. She never wanted to show enthusiasm as it was often a way of getting her hopes up. When asked to attend a match she'd just say 'maybe' or 'don't know' but she'd always show up. She usually meant yes. And when she didn't show they'd always panic even though she hadn't actually said she'd be there. "That a yes?" asked Max grinning also knowing the typical teenage nod. "It's a no, I really have to go home." She said. She didn't know why she'd said that. She suddenly felt she had to go home. Mum was upset and if she wasn't there to help her through a tough time she'd be the worlds worst daughter.
"I'll see you later." "Bye." chorused the flat "Walk you down?" Tyson suggested. She nodded. She really did not want to go home at the moment by herself. She grabbed her coat gave a half wave and stepped out. They'd been walking for ages when they got to the stairs as the began to go down them she slipped. She screamed. Tyson caught her wrist but she still received quite a bump to her leg. "You okay?" he asked her totally concerned. She was sat on the stairs clutching her ankle. "Stupid stairs." She muttered. "Stairs I think not kid why don't you tie your shoe laces once in a while?" he questioned. She shrugged he sounded like mum at the minute. 'tie your laces' 'your trousers are too big on you you'll trip' next he'd be telling her to 'don't forget your coat you'll freeze to death' or something. "Come here." He said he took a look at her ankle it was sore and looked a bit swollen. He frowned. "Looks like you've sprained it." He said. "I'm fine look see!" she jumped up and walked down the stairs gripping onto the stairs banister. She was fine. Until she ran out of banisters she hadn't gotten to the bottom of the steps. She'd just run out of banisters. Tyson who had been following her and had gone on ahead was thankfully there to catch her as she fell. She swore loudly. "You okay, maybe you shouldn't try that for a long while." He said supporting her as she walked trying of course to support herself but failing miserably.
"You think." She said sarcastically. "Closest place is Grandpa's if you want to drop in." "I'm not sure." She said. She didn't have the feeling she needed to be home as much anymore. Maybe mum had just had a fleet of depression then been okay. Some people might say Tyler was crazy others might say she was psychic but anybody who had an ounce of a brain cells they would have guessed that it was just a strong mother/daughter bond. "Grandpa?" he called as he half carried Tyler over into the living room. "Tyson dude you're home!" exclaimed grandpa not yet coming through. "I'll just go get the first aid kit." He said leaving the room. Grandpa came through and nearly had a heart attack when he saw Tyler. "Dude I'm not one for the whole spiritual thing but there's a ghostette in our living room!" he called. "Don't be stupid Grandpa... this is Tyler remember the one who I battled in the tournament." "The one who lost?" "Why must everyone constantly remind me I lost yes I lost big deal I'm still world class!" she said hotly. Grandpa was surveying her closely.
"Dudette sure looks like Hilary." He said quietly. Tyson face faulted. "Grandpa have you been taking your medication?" he asked and practically forced his grandfather through out of the room. He'd been doing that since he was about 13 or 14. Tyler giggled. "This is going to hurt a bit." "I'm no wuss...OW!" she yelled in pain. Tyson laughed. He'd done the same ages ago when he'd sprained his ankle. Only that time Hilary had been the nurse of course and he was sure he was a worse doctor than Hilary was. "Sorry." "It's not funny that really hurt!" she said. She knocked something over and gasped. "I'm sorry." She said. Tyson picked it up. "S'okay it's only a photo album." He said he flicked it open. Grandpa had been looking at them evidently. He sat down next to Tyler. "I haven't looked at these ones for a while usually I just dwell on ex- girlfriends." He said. [sorry no Hilary in that it would be too much of a give away.] Tyler laughed at all the goofy pictures of Tyson and the rest of the bladers as kids. There were some of them that Tyson had obviously swiped from the bladers' mums or something. Max as a baby throwing something at his dad, Ray as a child sitting on a wall with Mariah and Li Mariah didn't look pleased at the thought of having to sit next to Li she didn't even seem to notice the photograph was being taken, One of Kenny playing on a computer at about 8, one of Kai looking as though he'd just got out of prison he was alone, obviously. Several of Tyson with his parents.
"Interesting." Hilary thought as she looked through the photo's. There was one that had been taken literally hours before she vanished. She was pregnant and that much was obvious or at least to Hilary. She wondered why Tyson had never figured it out. She'd always known he was very slow but she'd never thought of him as that dense she always thought he had a bit of sense. If he had figured it out why hadn't he said anything. Boys were so hopeless. Tyson was another knot in the string one of those that will never go away. So far in her life there were a lot of them. Beyblade, Tyson, Tyler, Boys, Men the usual stuff. Hilary frowned. She packed up the photo's and then realised she was missing something. Coffee pot, check, Sofa, check, Sanity, well, Daughter.ah. She was going to give Tyler a bell it wasn't on for her to just vanish for ages on end without saying anything. "Hello?" "Oh hi mum." "Where are you love?" "I'm coming home now." "See you in ten?" "Make it 5 mum!" she heard somebody else say 'I doubt it' but didn't think to question her.
Tyler walked in the door and the first thing she noticed was Mum's handbag was moved slightly strange. Teenage girls always noticed this kind of thing. "Tyson come in mum won't mind." Tyson suddenly looked uncomfortable. He was obviously remembering his last confrontation with Tyler's mum. "I better not." "Come off it least I can do." "Huh." She wiggled her ankle slightly as Tyson helped her onto the sofa. Hilary came through. "Oh, Tyler you erm... didn't say we had a guest." She said awkwardly she tried not to look at Tyson she really disliked the thought he was inches away from her and she wasn't allowed to say what she really wanted to say. First of all she wanted to tell him how much she loved him and secondly she wanted to throttle him for getting her in this position in the first place.
"I'll go make you two a coffee... sit down, talk." Tyler said and she hopped off into the hallway. Tyson was about to protest. "So..." Hilary started unsure of what to say. "How long have you been into beyblading?" "You don't need to ask me about that I know you don't like beyblading." "Hm, how so?" "Tyler said... she also said her last name's Tatiba." "True." Hilary stated not looking at him. "So," "So what?" "Not a common name is it?" they were broke off by a strangled cry and both ran through to find Tyler with something in her hand. Her mothers handbag was on the floor. She was looking ready to cry. "What's the matter?" asked Tyson Hilary suddenly had her eyes wide. Tyler thrust the photo into Tyson's hands and ran off upstairs. Tyson took one look at it and figured something out. He had the same one at home and there was only one person who had a copy of it- Hilary. He turned to face her. He showed her the photo. She paled. It was one of Tyson and her kissing. How could she have left that one out.
A/n: yay they're starting to figure it out. Max: yeah but... Emily: when are you... Me: shut up, next chapter. Mariah: great she's not going to update for ages now is she? Me: I will... Everyone: liar.