A/N: 4th Chappie... here you go... Please R/R even though I have about 4
readers...
Disclaimer: Ahhh I don't own IaHB!!
Caitie padded into the kitchen wearing her white, fluffy slippers and an over-sized T-shirt that partially covered her "Let-it-snow" pajama pants.
She stuck two pop-tarts in the toaster and turned it on, sitting down at the small kitchen table.
Her mother came in a few minutes later looking pale and disfigured. "Puking is the pits," Sarah Roth complained, sitting and rubbing her forehead with her hands. "It has got to be the worst sickness symptom ever created."
Caitie was silent for a moment, and then looked up at her mother. "You're serious about recovering, aren't you?"
"Yeah, Caitie, I really am." Sarah gave her daughter a weak smile. "I would give anything to make up for the lost time."
Caitie smiled back at her mom as she sighed and asked, "What can I get you for breakfast?"
"I've already got pop-tarts cooking. Do you want me to make you anything?"
"I don't think we have much to eat," Sarah said, glancing over at the small pantry.
"I could run over to the store," Caitie offered, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing.
"Who would be here now?" Mrs. Roth groaned into her hands.
Caitie reluctantly walked to the front door and pulled it open.
A man was standing on the doorstep, looking fresh-shaven but tired, wearing brown leather pants and a brown and red checkered shirt. His blonde hair was long, hanging past the bottoms of his ears, but his eyes were still the same sky blue.
"Hey, Kat," the man smiled, looking into Caitie's eyes.
"Hi...dad."
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Mrs. Roth stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, and turned it on, heading for the trash can.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sober now."
"So you decided to take up alcohol too while you were gone?" She asked dryly, pulling the trash bag out of the bin and turned, facing him.
"Sarah, baby, you know that's not the point. It's not like you haven't made any stupid choices."
Sarah knew he was referring to her alcoholism, but she let it pass and continued, "How do I know you're for real? How can I know that the same thing that happened before won't happen again, Jake?"
Her voice was getting shaky and she pushed pass him, heading for the garage. He followed, exasperated.
"Baby, I've been in rehab for 4 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days. I'm clean now."
Sarah slammed the lid of the huge green trashcan and turned, looking into his deep blue eyes. "I...I don't know."
"Look, Sarah, Baby, I love you. And I'm not really asking much except for you to forgive me and let me prove to you that I can be trusted again. This means so much to me; please give me another chance."
Sarah looked at him, her heart reaching out and her stubbornness melting in his eyes. "I guess you can come home, but ONLY if I see that you can stay clean. No more drugs; at all."
"You got it. Thank you baby," Jake kissed her on the mouth and said, "I'm gonna get my stuff from Mike's, okay? I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon. I just need to get a few things straightened out."
"Okay," Sarah gave him an unsure smile as he turned and walked out the side door.
Sarah sighed and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. She walked to the door leading into the living room and went inside. Caitie was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, staring at her mom. "You're letting him come back," she said slowly, as if letting the words sink in.
"You heard," Sarah said, mildly surprised.
"Yeah, you can say that much," Caitie said dryly, "Now tell me why you're letting a psycho into our house."
"Caitie, he's your father."
"I don't care! That doesn't automatically make him my role-model!"
"Caitie, everyone deserves a second chance," Sarah said, ignoring the sharpness in Caitie's voice.
"A chance to do what, mom!?" Caitie replied angrily, standing up, "To have him beat you up some more? To have him leave for days at a time, while you're scared beyond belief!?"
Sarah was taken aback by Caitie's outburst. "Caitie...he's clean now, that's not going to happen again."
"How do you know mom! How can you make such a stupid decision!?" Before Sarah could open her mouth, Caitie sighed and declared, "Fine. Fine Mom. Let him live with us again. But don't be apologizing to me when you're in the hospital covered in bruises again."
Caitie turned and stormed up the stairs, diving onto her bed and slamming the door behind her.
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As fast as she could, Caitie pulled on jeans and a purple long-sleeved shirt, tugging on a black short-sleeved shirt over it. She shoved on her Birkenstocks and ran a brush through her hair before climbing out her window.
Caitie shivered as the cold wind breezed by. She walked to the end of her driveway and walked along the sidewalk for a while. She turned the corner and walked up the driveway to Jamie's doorstep.
She knocked hesitantly on the wooden door and waited. A few moments later, the door swung open and Jamie was standing there. His hair was messed up in a cute way, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and plaid boxers.
"Hi," Caitie said nervously, shoving her hands in her back pokets.
"Hey," Jamie looked down at his clothes and said, "Sorry for the appearance; I wasn't expecting company. Especially company of the female variety."
Caitie smiled. Jamie looked behind him and then out at her. "Uh, Come on in."
Caitie stepped into his house, and Jamie shut the door behind her.
"Look," they both said in unison.
"No, go ahead," Jamie urged her.
"I was going to say...that I..." Caitie struggled with the words that wanted to escape from her mouth. "The kiss," Caitie started again, "I mean, our kiss..."
"Yeah," Jamie said slowly, inching towards her, "What about it?"
"I...I like you Jamie...I like you a lot. But I need to know if the feelings...are mutual. If the kiss at the party...meant anything to you."
"Did you seriously not hear anything I said to you yesterday?" Jamie smiled, now less than an inch away from her face.
Before he could stop himself, Jamie's lips brushed hers.
Caitie slowly pulled apart a moment later and asked, smiling, "Is that a yes?"
Jamie grinned and said sarcastically, "No, I just like kissing you for the hell of it."
Caitie laughed and Jamie brought her into another kiss. It was all Caitie needed, for the time being, to forget her troubles at home.
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A/N#2: Ah, I know it's bad!! But please stick with me, because the plot hasn't even really begun. ^_^ Review, and once again, I am sorry if this was too rushed.
Disclaimer: Ahhh I don't own IaHB!!
Caitie padded into the kitchen wearing her white, fluffy slippers and an over-sized T-shirt that partially covered her "Let-it-snow" pajama pants.
She stuck two pop-tarts in the toaster and turned it on, sitting down at the small kitchen table.
Her mother came in a few minutes later looking pale and disfigured. "Puking is the pits," Sarah Roth complained, sitting and rubbing her forehead with her hands. "It has got to be the worst sickness symptom ever created."
Caitie was silent for a moment, and then looked up at her mother. "You're serious about recovering, aren't you?"
"Yeah, Caitie, I really am." Sarah gave her daughter a weak smile. "I would give anything to make up for the lost time."
Caitie smiled back at her mom as she sighed and asked, "What can I get you for breakfast?"
"I've already got pop-tarts cooking. Do you want me to make you anything?"
"I don't think we have much to eat," Sarah said, glancing over at the small pantry.
"I could run over to the store," Caitie offered, but was cut off by the doorbell ringing.
"Who would be here now?" Mrs. Roth groaned into her hands.
Caitie reluctantly walked to the front door and pulled it open.
A man was standing on the doorstep, looking fresh-shaven but tired, wearing brown leather pants and a brown and red checkered shirt. His blonde hair was long, hanging past the bottoms of his ears, but his eyes were still the same sky blue.
"Hey, Kat," the man smiled, looking into Caitie's eyes.
"Hi...dad."
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Mrs. Roth stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, and turned it on, heading for the trash can.
"Look, Sarah, I'm sober now."
"So you decided to take up alcohol too while you were gone?" She asked dryly, pulling the trash bag out of the bin and turned, facing him.
"Sarah, baby, you know that's not the point. It's not like you haven't made any stupid choices."
Sarah knew he was referring to her alcoholism, but she let it pass and continued, "How do I know you're for real? How can I know that the same thing that happened before won't happen again, Jake?"
Her voice was getting shaky and she pushed pass him, heading for the garage. He followed, exasperated.
"Baby, I've been in rehab for 4 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days. I'm clean now."
Sarah slammed the lid of the huge green trashcan and turned, looking into his deep blue eyes. "I...I don't know."
"Look, Sarah, Baby, I love you. And I'm not really asking much except for you to forgive me and let me prove to you that I can be trusted again. This means so much to me; please give me another chance."
Sarah looked at him, her heart reaching out and her stubbornness melting in his eyes. "I guess you can come home, but ONLY if I see that you can stay clean. No more drugs; at all."
"You got it. Thank you baby," Jake kissed her on the mouth and said, "I'm gonna get my stuff from Mike's, okay? I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon. I just need to get a few things straightened out."
"Okay," Sarah gave him an unsure smile as he turned and walked out the side door.
Sarah sighed and ran her fingers through her long brown hair. She walked to the door leading into the living room and went inside. Caitie was sitting at the bottom of the stairs, staring at her mom. "You're letting him come back," she said slowly, as if letting the words sink in.
"You heard," Sarah said, mildly surprised.
"Yeah, you can say that much," Caitie said dryly, "Now tell me why you're letting a psycho into our house."
"Caitie, he's your father."
"I don't care! That doesn't automatically make him my role-model!"
"Caitie, everyone deserves a second chance," Sarah said, ignoring the sharpness in Caitie's voice.
"A chance to do what, mom!?" Caitie replied angrily, standing up, "To have him beat you up some more? To have him leave for days at a time, while you're scared beyond belief!?"
Sarah was taken aback by Caitie's outburst. "Caitie...he's clean now, that's not going to happen again."
"How do you know mom! How can you make such a stupid decision!?" Before Sarah could open her mouth, Caitie sighed and declared, "Fine. Fine Mom. Let him live with us again. But don't be apologizing to me when you're in the hospital covered in bruises again."
Caitie turned and stormed up the stairs, diving onto her bed and slamming the door behind her.
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As fast as she could, Caitie pulled on jeans and a purple long-sleeved shirt, tugging on a black short-sleeved shirt over it. She shoved on her Birkenstocks and ran a brush through her hair before climbing out her window.
Caitie shivered as the cold wind breezed by. She walked to the end of her driveway and walked along the sidewalk for a while. She turned the corner and walked up the driveway to Jamie's doorstep.
She knocked hesitantly on the wooden door and waited. A few moments later, the door swung open and Jamie was standing there. His hair was messed up in a cute way, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and plaid boxers.
"Hi," Caitie said nervously, shoving her hands in her back pokets.
"Hey," Jamie looked down at his clothes and said, "Sorry for the appearance; I wasn't expecting company. Especially company of the female variety."
Caitie smiled. Jamie looked behind him and then out at her. "Uh, Come on in."
Caitie stepped into his house, and Jamie shut the door behind her.
"Look," they both said in unison.
"No, go ahead," Jamie urged her.
"I was going to say...that I..." Caitie struggled with the words that wanted to escape from her mouth. "The kiss," Caitie started again, "I mean, our kiss..."
"Yeah," Jamie said slowly, inching towards her, "What about it?"
"I...I like you Jamie...I like you a lot. But I need to know if the feelings...are mutual. If the kiss at the party...meant anything to you."
"Did you seriously not hear anything I said to you yesterday?" Jamie smiled, now less than an inch away from her face.
Before he could stop himself, Jamie's lips brushed hers.
Caitie slowly pulled apart a moment later and asked, smiling, "Is that a yes?"
Jamie grinned and said sarcastically, "No, I just like kissing you for the hell of it."
Caitie laughed and Jamie brought her into another kiss. It was all Caitie needed, for the time being, to forget her troubles at home.
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A/N#2: Ah, I know it's bad!! But please stick with me, because the plot hasn't even really begun. ^_^ Review, and once again, I am sorry if this was too rushed.