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"So what's going on with you, pastry? Why'd you black out at the game?" The time was nearing eleven now, and I could tell Landon was trying desperately to keep my mind off the clock.
"Something from my mom's blood. I keep having these flashes of her past."
"Keep?"
"Second time today. No big deal."I pulled the blanket we were under up higher. I felt him tense up. "I told you, it's no big deal. Just a little blood rush, and then I black out. Just leave it."
"What have you seen?"
"Well, this one was her getting hit in the face by a volleyball. I don't know what it means. The one earlier was..." I took a deep breathe. "When she died." I felt his arm tighten comfortably around my shoulders.
"Another movie then?" We ended up pay per viewing another movie, and watching that. Well, I did, Landon fell asleep. I de-tangled myself from him, and grabbed the phone. I quickly dialed home, and waited. When he didn't answer, I dialed his cell. Still nothing. I nearly slammed the phone down, but made myself calm down. I tightened the blanket around me, and sat back down in the living room beside Landon. I heard keys in the lock, and turned to look at the door.
"Moira, what are you doing here?"Landon's dad looked at me, baffled. He quickly moved out of the door way, so his wife could come in. I bit my lip, unsuccessfully trying to hold my tears back. Beside me, Landon stirred, and woke up. He looked at me tiredly, then followed my gaze.
"Hey." He said lazily.
"Moira dear, what happened to your face?" Mrs. Duran walked quickly over to me, and examined it from under the tears. "Landon. Can we talk to you?" She looked past me, to her son. The three of them went into the kitchen, leaving me on the couch.. I knew his parents where asking what had happened to me, and why I was bawling my eyes out. I don't think they cared to much that I was here at 1:00 in the morning. We were both fully clothed, and all four of his brothers were upstairs. I had met his parents on many occasions, and I felt they trusted the two of us. Besides, I knew I wasn't ready for that yet. When they came out of the kitchen, Mr and Mrs Duran said goodnight and went upstairs, while Landon resumed his previous position, pulling me into him.
"Good night, Moira."
"Night." I whispered back to him.
Logan drove me home in the morning before he went to work. We left Landon sleeping on the couch. When I got home, dad still wasn't there. I quickly jumped in the shower, washed my hair, and carefully washed my still bruised face. I had to give it to dad, that little drink thing he made me, had actually worked. The bruising was faint, but I could still feel it. The only one that really stood out though, was the one around my eye.
I walked downstairs, and heard the door shut. Finally. I stood on the last stair, and watched dad hang his jacket up, and set his keys on the table. He looked up at me, knowing I was there with his little witch senses.
"Good morning Moira." He said.
"Good morning...that's all you have to say is good bloody morning? How about..I'm sorry Moira, please let this car show how sorry I am." I yelled.
"What are you on about?"
"I'm on about you leaving me at Landon's all bloody night. I'll come back for you at 9, is that not what you said? Jesus dad." I stared at him, and watched his face run through.
"Moira, I'm...Jena and I just." He stuttered, very un-Hunter Niall like.
"I don't care! You forgot about me for some slut dad! You forgot about your only daughter. For what? To shag your bloody girlfriend. What would mom think?" That was a stab in the heart for him, and I couldn't care less.
"Moira, I.."
"Don't even talk to me dad." I growled, turning to go back up the stairs. The buzzing came back again. "Oh no." I grabbed the railing and held on for dear life. Surprisingly, I didn't get knocked out, but I had seen something. It was very brief, and didn't take but a second to see.
"Moira, are you okay?" I noticed his hand resting on my arm. I pulled away quickly, and snarled at him.
"What'd you think."
Monday rolled around rather quickly, which meant back to school. I had spent Saturday at my most recent job, the cinema downtown, and Sunday with Kyrie and Landon. I tried to spend as much time away from home as possible. I still hadn't forgiven dad for what he had done.
"Do you want a ride to school?" Dad asked. He was dressed normally, as he didn't have a work uniform. He worked downtown in a wiccan shop, that he owned.
"Landon's coming to get me."
"You've been spending a lot of time with him." Dad noted.
"Yea well, look in a mirror dad. I'm not the only one who's been spending a lot of time with someone. At least I don't forget about people." I snapped, and grabbed my messenger bag, before going to sit on the front steps. It didn't take long for Landon's car to pull up, and it took less time for me to bolt down to it.
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"So what's going on with you, pastry? Why'd you black out at the game?" The time was nearing eleven now, and I could tell Landon was trying desperately to keep my mind off the clock.
"Something from my mom's blood. I keep having these flashes of her past."
"Keep?"
"Second time today. No big deal."I pulled the blanket we were under up higher. I felt him tense up. "I told you, it's no big deal. Just a little blood rush, and then I black out. Just leave it."
"What have you seen?"
"Well, this one was her getting hit in the face by a volleyball. I don't know what it means. The one earlier was..." I took a deep breathe. "When she died." I felt his arm tighten comfortably around my shoulders.
"Another movie then?" We ended up pay per viewing another movie, and watching that. Well, I did, Landon fell asleep. I de-tangled myself from him, and grabbed the phone. I quickly dialed home, and waited. When he didn't answer, I dialed his cell. Still nothing. I nearly slammed the phone down, but made myself calm down. I tightened the blanket around me, and sat back down in the living room beside Landon. I heard keys in the lock, and turned to look at the door.
"Moira, what are you doing here?"Landon's dad looked at me, baffled. He quickly moved out of the door way, so his wife could come in. I bit my lip, unsuccessfully trying to hold my tears back. Beside me, Landon stirred, and woke up. He looked at me tiredly, then followed my gaze.
"Hey." He said lazily.
"Moira dear, what happened to your face?" Mrs. Duran walked quickly over to me, and examined it from under the tears. "Landon. Can we talk to you?" She looked past me, to her son. The three of them went into the kitchen, leaving me on the couch.. I knew his parents where asking what had happened to me, and why I was bawling my eyes out. I don't think they cared to much that I was here at 1:00 in the morning. We were both fully clothed, and all four of his brothers were upstairs. I had met his parents on many occasions, and I felt they trusted the two of us. Besides, I knew I wasn't ready for that yet. When they came out of the kitchen, Mr and Mrs Duran said goodnight and went upstairs, while Landon resumed his previous position, pulling me into him.
"Good night, Moira."
"Night." I whispered back to him.
Logan drove me home in the morning before he went to work. We left Landon sleeping on the couch. When I got home, dad still wasn't there. I quickly jumped in the shower, washed my hair, and carefully washed my still bruised face. I had to give it to dad, that little drink thing he made me, had actually worked. The bruising was faint, but I could still feel it. The only one that really stood out though, was the one around my eye.
I walked downstairs, and heard the door shut. Finally. I stood on the last stair, and watched dad hang his jacket up, and set his keys on the table. He looked up at me, knowing I was there with his little witch senses.
"Good morning Moira." He said.
"Good morning...that's all you have to say is good bloody morning? How about..I'm sorry Moira, please let this car show how sorry I am." I yelled.
"What are you on about?"
"I'm on about you leaving me at Landon's all bloody night. I'll come back for you at 9, is that not what you said? Jesus dad." I stared at him, and watched his face run through.
"Moira, I'm...Jena and I just." He stuttered, very un-Hunter Niall like.
"I don't care! You forgot about me for some slut dad! You forgot about your only daughter. For what? To shag your bloody girlfriend. What would mom think?" That was a stab in the heart for him, and I couldn't care less.
"Moira, I.."
"Don't even talk to me dad." I growled, turning to go back up the stairs. The buzzing came back again. "Oh no." I grabbed the railing and held on for dear life. Surprisingly, I didn't get knocked out, but I had seen something. It was very brief, and didn't take but a second to see.
"Moira, are you okay?" I noticed his hand resting on my arm. I pulled away quickly, and snarled at him.
"What'd you think."
Monday rolled around rather quickly, which meant back to school. I had spent Saturday at my most recent job, the cinema downtown, and Sunday with Kyrie and Landon. I tried to spend as much time away from home as possible. I still hadn't forgiven dad for what he had done.
"Do you want a ride to school?" Dad asked. He was dressed normally, as he didn't have a work uniform. He worked downtown in a wiccan shop, that he owned.
"Landon's coming to get me."
"You've been spending a lot of time with him." Dad noted.
"Yea well, look in a mirror dad. I'm not the only one who's been spending a lot of time with someone. At least I don't forget about people." I snapped, and grabbed my messenger bag, before going to sit on the front steps. It didn't take long for Landon's car to pull up, and it took less time for me to bolt down to it.
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