Chapter Two
Dee Dee Lohan and her twin, Jasmine Lohan...
"Would like to come with me, I can show you where your father is?" He asked. Luther was sitting calmly inside his car and two twin girls stood outside his car door.
"Mister, how do you know our father and how do you know he is hurt?" Dee Dee asked. She had long brown hair and her sister, Jasmine did too. Jasmine stood behind her sister and they waited for him to answer.
"I work with your father and saw some sirens just a few moments ago and Jamie your mother called me. She said that your father had been in a car accident, and wanted me to pick you up. It's getting late and we really need to hurry!" He said. Dee Dee, and Jasmine looked at each other for moment and they opened the car door. Luther smiled to himself and he drove away from the park with them in the backseat.
Dorothy woke up and she wandered into the parlor. Roger was still asleep. She had the same dream again last night. It was quiet unusual for an android to dream and by what she was dreaming was even more frightening. 'Two girl...' she thought again, 'Were killed by this horrible man'. Dorothy concluded her thought once she had sat herself down at the piano.
She didn't have the key, Roger was keeping it. To think that Dorothy couldn't get into the piano was hard to say. She unscrewed her pointer finger. A thin piece of shaping metal stuck out and she put it in the lock. She pulled it back out and it shaped itself in the key's form. She pushed back in and this time unlocked it, it clicked and she opened it. She placed her hands back on the lustrous keys once again and she pressed a few at a time. She began to cascade herself in another magnificent piece with perpetual eighth notes and long soothing four beat notes. But after her fine work she suddenly fell into the bouncy annoying tune Roger didn't like. She waited, and she heard the grinding of teeth and the groans and finally the stomps of feet coming down the hall.
"R DOROTHY WYNRIGHT!!" Roger yelled. He appeared at the halls' doorway with a pillow in his hand. Dorothy glanced at him for moments still pressing her finger hard into the keys, her hands still gliding gracefully over the black and white ivory. Roger came up to her and hit her lightly with the pillow again and again until he got a little tired.
"Are you attempting hurt me, Roger Smith?" She question.
"Yes."
"Well, it didn't work." She said flipping the page of her music. Roger just glared at her. He hit her again and again until his hand this time hurt.
"Does that make you feel better?" She asked, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yes!" He mocked walked out of the room and down the stairs. Dorothy finally quit and followed after.
Roger sipped at his coffee and he just looked at the other end of his ridiculously long table. Until Norman came in with the phone and he handed it to Roger. He talked for a few and it sounded like he was scheduling another appointment today. Dorothy waited...
"Who was it?" She asked as he hung it up.
"Mr. And Mrs. Michael Lohan, they want appointment today at 3:45." He said standing. Dorothy watched him leave and she turned to Norman.
"Do mind if I skip cleaning the dishes today, Norman?" She asked. Norman smiled at her and he nodded. Dorothy stepped out of the room and she followed Roger's footsteps up the stairs back to the parlor. He was already in his room changing and Dorothy stood outside his door.
"Roger, you know very well that I have lessons with Intro today!" She said. Rogers's words were muffled from his closed door, but she could make out what he was saying.
"I'm sorry Dorothy, I have an appointment with these clients of mine, and you and I both know very well you can miss one lesson."
"But Roger"—
"Dorothy please, just miss one, I can't re-schedule another one of my appointments for one of your lessons again." He snapped back. Dorothy stood for minute, thinking. She walked from his doorway and she grabbed her black coat. She put it on and ignored Roger.
"I'm leaving!" she called. She heard his door open and he stomped his way through the hallway. She scurried down the hall and down the stairs.
"Dorothy comes back here!!" He yelled.
"It's too dangerous, Luther is still out there you know!" He said. He waited for her tiny footsteps to trail back up, but he never heard them.
Dorothy made her way to the door and just as she got to it, the doorbell rang. She opened it and there stood a women and her husband.
"Can I help you?" Dorothy asked.
"This is the Roger Smith residence, isn't it?" The man asked.
"Yes, you must be the Lohans." Dorothy said. They nodded at her and they slightly smiled.
"Roger is expecting you, please come in." Dorothy let them in. Dorothy took their coats and Mrs. Lohan's hat. She hung them up on a rack and lead them back down the hall and up the stairs when,
"Were you on your way out, mam?" The women asked, Dorothy. Dorothy looked at her and sat them down.
"No, just got a little cold." Dorothy said, taking off the coat. Roger walked into the parlor and greeted them.
"Thank-you for joining us, Dorothy." Roger said, sarcastically. Dorothy sat on the chair beside the balcony doors and just slumped over. They talked and talked on and Dorothy about fell asleep when she overheard them talking about their daughters.
"Well Dee Dee and Jasmine had somehow got tricked into getting into a car with a stranger." She said. Dorothy's eyes shot over at them and she sat up straight... that happened in her dream!
Sorry yall, had to quit there because my mom wants me off the computer to get ready for bed. I got school tomorrow and I DON'T WANT TO GO, but I have to. Ta ta for now!
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