Sorry for no update for a few days now. I've been busy...
...A New Home...
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Lyddie flashed a fake smile, took her bags from Joey, and then walked inside. She was less than ecstatic to be here, not that this was the woman's fault. Lyddie looked around the living room. There was antique furniture and a large fireplace. A TV sat in the corner. "Homey," Lyddie thought.
"I can show you to your room," the woman, who Lyddie took to be Mrs. Arbor, said.
They walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. The room in the back was Lyddie's. The room had a bed with a flowered bed spread, a white dresser, and a picture of a garden above it. There was a window by the bed that was open and the curtains were blowing slightly.
"There you are," Mrs. Arbor said, "The bathroom is down the hall, the second door on the left. We'll be eating dinner at 6. I'll leave you to unpack." And with that, she left.
Lyddie threw her bags on the bed. It was 4:00. Dinner was in two hours.
Back downstairs, Mrs. Arbor was cutting vegetables for a salad when her son, Stephen, came home from basketball practice. "Hey Mom," he waved as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hi honey," she replied looking up from what she was doing, "Oh by the way, we have a foster child staying with us. Her name is Lyddie. Be nice, ok?"
"Yeah, sure," he said while grabbing a carrot from the cutting board and heading upstairs.
He reached the top of the stairs and was about to enter his room when he heard something fall to the floor followed by a "Please don't break!"
He walked down the hall, curious to see who was in the room.
Lyddie sat on the floor holding the picture of Chico she had brought. She examined it for cracks. She sighed, "At least it didn't break."
Stephen was standing in the doorway; Lyddie had her back turned towards him.
"That your dog?" he asked while looking at the picture.
Lyddie jumped, she wasn't aware that anyone was in the room. She turned around to see a smiling Stephen in the doorway. "Um...yeah it is...or was," she stuttered.
"Was?" Stephen gave her a confused look.
"Yeah, he um died," she said quickly. So what if she didn't tell him how.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. By the way my name's Stephen."
"Lyddie," she said turning away.
"What's your last name Lyddie?" Stephen asked with a smile.
"...Rainey..." Lyddie said cautiously. She didn't know if he knew about Mort.
"Oh, so you're that one guy's daughter. The one they think killed all those people." Stephen said. He smile turning to a frown. Great; he knew.
He walked over and stood above her. Lyddie stood up. He was tall. So tall in fact that Lyddie couldn't see eye-to-eye with him. "Yeah," she said looking up at him.
"So why are here exactly?" Stephen asked.
"Why do you think?" Lyddie answered picking up her duffle bag from the floor.
"What happen? Your Dad get busted, or did they find all those bodies laying in your house somewhere?" he asked with a little laugh, as he pushed his fingers through his brown hair.
Lyddie simply pushed past him and headed towards the bathroom. She wasn't about to let this guy make her feel worse. He walked after her.
"Hey sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Lyddie turned around quickly to face him, "Yeah? Well you did a pretty good of making me feel worse than I already do. I have enough things to worry about without having to take crap from you. You don't understand what has been going on lately and you never will, so thank you very much, you can leave me alone," she said and with that she slammed the bathroom door.
Stephen looked stunned. No one had ever snapped at him like that, or ever dared to.
Lyddie sat on the lid of the toilet, her head in her hands. She began to cry. She cried for Mort. She cried for herself. She even cried for her mom, which she hadn't done in months.
There was a knock at the door 5 minutes later, "Um...Lyddie? You ok?"
"Great," Lyddie thought, "He's back." She quickly wiped her eyes with her hands. She opened the bathroom door, "What?" She knew her face still looked red, but she didn't care.
"Just checking on ya," he said. It sounded like he cared enough, but his earlier comment was still fresh in her mind.
"I'm fine," she said and walked back into her room. He followed her. This boy just wouldn't give up.
"You sure?" he asked stepping in front of her.
"Yeah," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. Lyddie entered her room and laid on her bed and hugged the pillow.
"Ok...I'll come get you when dinner's ready then," he said and closed her door.
Lyddie shut her eyes and slept.
It was dark outside. Her window was still open. She went over to close it and noticed that someone was standing beside it. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hello Lyddie," the person said. Lyddie didn't have to think twice about who it was. She knew by his accent that it was Eric.
"Get out of here!" she demanded, but it was no use. He simply took out his knife and finished what he started earlier.
Lyddie awoke to hear a knock on the door. She was breathing heavy. She looked to her window and saw nothing. The sun was still out, and her bedroom was still light. She sighed and went to answer the knock at her door.
"Dinner's ready," Stephen said.
"Thanks, I'll be down in a minute," Lyddie replied and watched him walk away. She couldn't help but smile. He was trying to be nice to her, and she appreciated it. Then she noticed her stomach yelling at her to go downstairs and eat dinner. She was hungry.
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Thanks to my reviewers from last chapter!!
Dawnie-7, Jack-Sparrow-Lover, K-rock
I'll reply more personally next time.
So hey if you read this chapter...REVIEW!! Please? For me? I'll write more if you do!
...A New Home...
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Lyddie flashed a fake smile, took her bags from Joey, and then walked inside. She was less than ecstatic to be here, not that this was the woman's fault. Lyddie looked around the living room. There was antique furniture and a large fireplace. A TV sat in the corner. "Homey," Lyddie thought.
"I can show you to your room," the woman, who Lyddie took to be Mrs. Arbor, said.
They walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. The room in the back was Lyddie's. The room had a bed with a flowered bed spread, a white dresser, and a picture of a garden above it. There was a window by the bed that was open and the curtains were blowing slightly.
"There you are," Mrs. Arbor said, "The bathroom is down the hall, the second door on the left. We'll be eating dinner at 6. I'll leave you to unpack." And with that, she left.
Lyddie threw her bags on the bed. It was 4:00. Dinner was in two hours.
Back downstairs, Mrs. Arbor was cutting vegetables for a salad when her son, Stephen, came home from basketball practice. "Hey Mom," he waved as he walked into the kitchen.
"Hi honey," she replied looking up from what she was doing, "Oh by the way, we have a foster child staying with us. Her name is Lyddie. Be nice, ok?"
"Yeah, sure," he said while grabbing a carrot from the cutting board and heading upstairs.
He reached the top of the stairs and was about to enter his room when he heard something fall to the floor followed by a "Please don't break!"
He walked down the hall, curious to see who was in the room.
Lyddie sat on the floor holding the picture of Chico she had brought. She examined it for cracks. She sighed, "At least it didn't break."
Stephen was standing in the doorway; Lyddie had her back turned towards him.
"That your dog?" he asked while looking at the picture.
Lyddie jumped, she wasn't aware that anyone was in the room. She turned around to see a smiling Stephen in the doorway. "Um...yeah it is...or was," she stuttered.
"Was?" Stephen gave her a confused look.
"Yeah, he um died," she said quickly. So what if she didn't tell him how.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. By the way my name's Stephen."
"Lyddie," she said turning away.
"What's your last name Lyddie?" Stephen asked with a smile.
"...Rainey..." Lyddie said cautiously. She didn't know if he knew about Mort.
"Oh, so you're that one guy's daughter. The one they think killed all those people." Stephen said. He smile turning to a frown. Great; he knew.
He walked over and stood above her. Lyddie stood up. He was tall. So tall in fact that Lyddie couldn't see eye-to-eye with him. "Yeah," she said looking up at him.
"So why are here exactly?" Stephen asked.
"Why do you think?" Lyddie answered picking up her duffle bag from the floor.
"What happen? Your Dad get busted, or did they find all those bodies laying in your house somewhere?" he asked with a little laugh, as he pushed his fingers through his brown hair.
Lyddie simply pushed past him and headed towards the bathroom. She wasn't about to let this guy make her feel worse. He walked after her.
"Hey sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Lyddie turned around quickly to face him, "Yeah? Well you did a pretty good of making me feel worse than I already do. I have enough things to worry about without having to take crap from you. You don't understand what has been going on lately and you never will, so thank you very much, you can leave me alone," she said and with that she slammed the bathroom door.
Stephen looked stunned. No one had ever snapped at him like that, or ever dared to.
Lyddie sat on the lid of the toilet, her head in her hands. She began to cry. She cried for Mort. She cried for herself. She even cried for her mom, which she hadn't done in months.
There was a knock at the door 5 minutes later, "Um...Lyddie? You ok?"
"Great," Lyddie thought, "He's back." She quickly wiped her eyes with her hands. She opened the bathroom door, "What?" She knew her face still looked red, but she didn't care.
"Just checking on ya," he said. It sounded like he cared enough, but his earlier comment was still fresh in her mind.
"I'm fine," she said and walked back into her room. He followed her. This boy just wouldn't give up.
"You sure?" he asked stepping in front of her.
"Yeah," she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. Lyddie entered her room and laid on her bed and hugged the pillow.
"Ok...I'll come get you when dinner's ready then," he said and closed her door.
Lyddie shut her eyes and slept.
It was dark outside. Her window was still open. She went over to close it and noticed that someone was standing beside it. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hello Lyddie," the person said. Lyddie didn't have to think twice about who it was. She knew by his accent that it was Eric.
"Get out of here!" she demanded, but it was no use. He simply took out his knife and finished what he started earlier.
Lyddie awoke to hear a knock on the door. She was breathing heavy. She looked to her window and saw nothing. The sun was still out, and her bedroom was still light. She sighed and went to answer the knock at her door.
"Dinner's ready," Stephen said.
"Thanks, I'll be down in a minute," Lyddie replied and watched him walk away. She couldn't help but smile. He was trying to be nice to her, and she appreciated it. Then she noticed her stomach yelling at her to go downstairs and eat dinner. She was hungry.
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Thanks to my reviewers from last chapter!!
Dawnie-7, Jack-Sparrow-Lover, K-rock
I'll reply more personally next time.
So hey if you read this chapter...REVIEW!! Please? For me? I'll write more if you do!