A/N: Wow! I'm amazed with the amount of interest I got for this story. I'm glad you guys like it.
Stephen Collins Rocks- Thanks for coming back and reading this story. It means a lot to me.
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Josie21612- Thanks! I've read your stuff too, and it rocks! And about the name. I saw somewhere that Alyn was the girl way to spell Alan. I just pronounce differently.
Chapter 2
Dinner Invitation
"Alyn, what happened?" Lucy asked astonished when she saw Alyn a couple days later, her hand bruised severely.
"Oh, this? Clumsy me. I slammed it in the car door yesterday," Alyn replied, pretending to laugh lightly at herself.
Lucy stared at her for a moment, a baffled expression across her face. Alyn wondered if she was really that convincing. It was better than the real reason.
"How in the world did you slam your whole hand in the car door?" Lucy wondered. Could you do that accidentally? Lucy remembered slamming her fingers in a door when she was younger, but your whole hand?
Two red, swollen lines ran parallel across Alyn's palm, brown-green bruises running along them.
"I don't know," Alyn again laughed uneasily. "I just got distracted and slammed the door shut. Only problem, my hand was in the way."
"Ouch," Lucy finally answered, still not believing Alyn's story, but going along with it just the same.
Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon, the sun's strong rays hitting the earth. The air was cool even though the sun warmed your skin.
"Kevin, I'm just worried about her. She's hiding something," Lucy told her husband as the couple washed their blue Chevrolet Tracker.
"Luce," he answered, rubbing his soapy sponge onto the front window, "you always assume someone is hiding something."
Lucy gave him 'the look', and he grinned back at her.
"Well, I still think Alyn is hiding something," Lucy pouted adamantly. "She's been acting strange lately. I mean, it's nothing major; just subtle things. She's always in a hurry anytime we go anywhere, and she had some odd bruises the other day, bruises that you can't get accidentally."
"How long has this been going on?" Kevin asked.
"Just recently actually; a couple months maybe," Lucy answered, squatting down the scrub the tires. "And I really don't know why, but in my head, I'm connecting all of this to the fact that Chris won't let her be a full-time student."
"I've always wondered about that," he agreed. "Chris Conner is a well-known lawyer with a lot of business. It's not like he's short on cash. They could easily afford it."
"I know," Lucy answered softly, trying to put the puzzle together. "What do you think it means?"
"I don't know, Luce," Kevin admitted, tossing his sponge back into the bucket, water and soap splashing onto the concrete when it landed.
"Do you think . . .maybe-" Lucy began.
"I can't Lucy," Kevin interrupted, knowing exactly what she was getting at.
"Please Kevin!" she pleaded.
"Luce, I can't just check up on people with no evidence," he reasoned. "I would if I could, but I can't. Alyn would need to admit that there's a problem before I could do anything."
"I guess," she sighed, picking up the hose to rinse the car. "Something just doesn't feel right."
"I know," Kevin leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And I love you for being so concerned about other people, but right now, there's nothing you can do."
Attempting to get out of her way, Kevin shouted, "Okay, spray away, Luce."
Only it wasn't the car Lucy sprayed. A blast of water hit Kevin square on the chest. He looked up at her, surprised, as Lucy erupted with laughter.
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" he smiled, chasing after his wife. Her voice still filled with laughter, Lucy screamed, firing the water hose at him again. Noticing that the water wasn't stopping him, Lucy dropped the hose to the ground and ran across the lawn. Kevin grabbed the now unoccupied hose and pulled the throttle, water filling the air. Again, Lucy shrieked, the icy cold-water droplets hitting her bare skin.
Soon, both Kevin and Lucy were soaked from head to toe. With her blonde hair sticking to her face, Lucy fell lightly into the grass, exhausted from running. Kevin soon joined her, turning to look at his wife.
"What?" she asked smiling, pushing her hair back.
"You're so beautiful," he said adoringly, kissing her lightly, but passionately on the lips.
Once they parted, Lucy teased, "You better say that considering you just squirt me with the water hose."
"Hey! You squirt me first," Kevin replied, sounding offended. "And we still have to rinse the car."
"That can wait," she grinned, gently kissing her husband.
Absorbed in each other, the couple didn't notice the young girl standing across the lawn, watching them. Catching sight of her, Lucy reluctantly pulled away from her husband.
"Oh, hey Alyn!" Lucy greeted her, slightly embarrassed. Quickly scurrying to her feet, Lucy wiped the grass and water off her shirt and shorts. Kevin also rose to his feet, standing next to his wife.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," Alyn answered, trying hard to keep a straight face. She glanced quickly at their clothes and their faces, wondering what they had been doing before she had arrived.
"We were . . .um," Lucy stammered. "We were . . . washing the car!" Lucy finished suddenly remembering what she and her husband had been doing.
"Well, I think you missed the car," she smiled, crossing her arms.
"I better rinse it off before the soap dries," Kevin finally said snatching the hose off the soaked earth. "Nice to see you again, Alyn."
"You too," she called after him. Lucy grabbed a towel from the lawn chair situated beside her and began to dry herself off.
"So what are you doing here?" Lucy asked, rubbing the grass off her legs.
"Just needed to get out of the house," Alyn answered casually. "Chris isn't home and I was bored."
"What about the Theology paper?" Lucy grinned. "Don't tell me this little visit is because you're stalling."
"Have you started?" Alyn interrogated her, narrowing her eyes.
"Surprisingly enough, I have," Lucy stated, sounding quite proud of herself.
"Yes," Alyn admitted, defeated. "I'm stalling."
Silently giggling, Lucy looked at her, sympathetically.
"Don't worry. We've all been there," Lucy reassured her. "Oh, I'm glad you're here. I forgot to ask you in class today, but do you and Chris want to come over for dinner Friday night? I haven't seen him for a while and I'd be nice to catch up. Plus it will give Kevin someone to talk to who's not on the police force. Trust me. Conversations about criminals and other police stuff are far from interesting."
Alyn laughed uneasily.
"I'll have to check with Chris. See what his plans are first," she answered. "But I'd love to," she added hastily.
Chris always had some type of function or event they had to go to. Alyn couldn't make plans without asking him first.
"Oh, ok," Lucy answered after a long pause, a little startled by her answer.
"Well, I better go. I'll call you and tell you about Friday," Alyn said, leaving quickly.
Lucy walked to join her husband who was drying off the car. Kevin stopped, pulling the towel down to his side, as Lucy approached him.
"Yeah, I saw," he answered the puzzled look on her face.
"I sounded as if she was afraid to ask him," Lucy said quietly, still confused.
"Why?" he asked, a terrible thought lurking in the back of his mind.
"Not sure," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "Hopefully we'll find out Friday night."
Neither of them realized it, but they were both thinking the same thing. Lucy shuddered silently at the thought. It was that unbelievable, and yet . . .believable.
She wasn't an angel. Her dreams could never come true.
A/N: Dum Dum DUM!!!!!!!!!! Creepy music! PLEASE REVIEW!!!
Stephen Collins Rocks- Thanks for coming back and reading this story. It means a lot to me.
nz-Thanks!
RGblue16- Thanks!
Maria14- I like the name too.
Katie- Thanks!
julie2004- glad you like it!
Sara Jaye- Thanks!
Josie21612- Thanks! I've read your stuff too, and it rocks! And about the name. I saw somewhere that Alyn was the girl way to spell Alan. I just pronounce differently.
Chapter 2
Dinner Invitation
"Alyn, what happened?" Lucy asked astonished when she saw Alyn a couple days later, her hand bruised severely.
"Oh, this? Clumsy me. I slammed it in the car door yesterday," Alyn replied, pretending to laugh lightly at herself.
Lucy stared at her for a moment, a baffled expression across her face. Alyn wondered if she was really that convincing. It was better than the real reason.
"How in the world did you slam your whole hand in the car door?" Lucy wondered. Could you do that accidentally? Lucy remembered slamming her fingers in a door when she was younger, but your whole hand?
Two red, swollen lines ran parallel across Alyn's palm, brown-green bruises running along them.
"I don't know," Alyn again laughed uneasily. "I just got distracted and slammed the door shut. Only problem, my hand was in the way."
"Ouch," Lucy finally answered, still not believing Alyn's story, but going along with it just the same.
Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon, the sun's strong rays hitting the earth. The air was cool even though the sun warmed your skin.
"Kevin, I'm just worried about her. She's hiding something," Lucy told her husband as the couple washed their blue Chevrolet Tracker.
"Luce," he answered, rubbing his soapy sponge onto the front window, "you always assume someone is hiding something."
Lucy gave him 'the look', and he grinned back at her.
"Well, I still think Alyn is hiding something," Lucy pouted adamantly. "She's been acting strange lately. I mean, it's nothing major; just subtle things. She's always in a hurry anytime we go anywhere, and she had some odd bruises the other day, bruises that you can't get accidentally."
"How long has this been going on?" Kevin asked.
"Just recently actually; a couple months maybe," Lucy answered, squatting down the scrub the tires. "And I really don't know why, but in my head, I'm connecting all of this to the fact that Chris won't let her be a full-time student."
"I've always wondered about that," he agreed. "Chris Conner is a well-known lawyer with a lot of business. It's not like he's short on cash. They could easily afford it."
"I know," Lucy answered softly, trying to put the puzzle together. "What do you think it means?"
"I don't know, Luce," Kevin admitted, tossing his sponge back into the bucket, water and soap splashing onto the concrete when it landed.
"Do you think . . .maybe-" Lucy began.
"I can't Lucy," Kevin interrupted, knowing exactly what she was getting at.
"Please Kevin!" she pleaded.
"Luce, I can't just check up on people with no evidence," he reasoned. "I would if I could, but I can't. Alyn would need to admit that there's a problem before I could do anything."
"I guess," she sighed, picking up the hose to rinse the car. "Something just doesn't feel right."
"I know," Kevin leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. "And I love you for being so concerned about other people, but right now, there's nothing you can do."
Attempting to get out of her way, Kevin shouted, "Okay, spray away, Luce."
Only it wasn't the car Lucy sprayed. A blast of water hit Kevin square on the chest. He looked up at her, surprised, as Lucy erupted with laughter.
"Oh, so that's how it's going to be, huh?" he smiled, chasing after his wife. Her voice still filled with laughter, Lucy screamed, firing the water hose at him again. Noticing that the water wasn't stopping him, Lucy dropped the hose to the ground and ran across the lawn. Kevin grabbed the now unoccupied hose and pulled the throttle, water filling the air. Again, Lucy shrieked, the icy cold-water droplets hitting her bare skin.
Soon, both Kevin and Lucy were soaked from head to toe. With her blonde hair sticking to her face, Lucy fell lightly into the grass, exhausted from running. Kevin soon joined her, turning to look at his wife.
"What?" she asked smiling, pushing her hair back.
"You're so beautiful," he said adoringly, kissing her lightly, but passionately on the lips.
Once they parted, Lucy teased, "You better say that considering you just squirt me with the water hose."
"Hey! You squirt me first," Kevin replied, sounding offended. "And we still have to rinse the car."
"That can wait," she grinned, gently kissing her husband.
Absorbed in each other, the couple didn't notice the young girl standing across the lawn, watching them. Catching sight of her, Lucy reluctantly pulled away from her husband.
"Oh, hey Alyn!" Lucy greeted her, slightly embarrassed. Quickly scurrying to her feet, Lucy wiped the grass and water off her shirt and shorts. Kevin also rose to his feet, standing next to his wife.
"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," Alyn answered, trying hard to keep a straight face. She glanced quickly at their clothes and their faces, wondering what they had been doing before she had arrived.
"We were . . .um," Lucy stammered. "We were . . . washing the car!" Lucy finished suddenly remembering what she and her husband had been doing.
"Well, I think you missed the car," she smiled, crossing her arms.
"I better rinse it off before the soap dries," Kevin finally said snatching the hose off the soaked earth. "Nice to see you again, Alyn."
"You too," she called after him. Lucy grabbed a towel from the lawn chair situated beside her and began to dry herself off.
"So what are you doing here?" Lucy asked, rubbing the grass off her legs.
"Just needed to get out of the house," Alyn answered casually. "Chris isn't home and I was bored."
"What about the Theology paper?" Lucy grinned. "Don't tell me this little visit is because you're stalling."
"Have you started?" Alyn interrogated her, narrowing her eyes.
"Surprisingly enough, I have," Lucy stated, sounding quite proud of herself.
"Yes," Alyn admitted, defeated. "I'm stalling."
Silently giggling, Lucy looked at her, sympathetically.
"Don't worry. We've all been there," Lucy reassured her. "Oh, I'm glad you're here. I forgot to ask you in class today, but do you and Chris want to come over for dinner Friday night? I haven't seen him for a while and I'd be nice to catch up. Plus it will give Kevin someone to talk to who's not on the police force. Trust me. Conversations about criminals and other police stuff are far from interesting."
Alyn laughed uneasily.
"I'll have to check with Chris. See what his plans are first," she answered. "But I'd love to," she added hastily.
Chris always had some type of function or event they had to go to. Alyn couldn't make plans without asking him first.
"Oh, ok," Lucy answered after a long pause, a little startled by her answer.
"Well, I better go. I'll call you and tell you about Friday," Alyn said, leaving quickly.
Lucy walked to join her husband who was drying off the car. Kevin stopped, pulling the towel down to his side, as Lucy approached him.
"Yeah, I saw," he answered the puzzled look on her face.
"I sounded as if she was afraid to ask him," Lucy said quietly, still confused.
"Why?" he asked, a terrible thought lurking in the back of his mind.
"Not sure," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "Hopefully we'll find out Friday night."
Neither of them realized it, but they were both thinking the same thing. Lucy shuddered silently at the thought. It was that unbelievable, and yet . . .believable.
She wasn't an angel. Her dreams could never come true.
A/N: Dum Dum DUM!!!!!!!!!! Creepy music! PLEASE REVIEW!!!