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Ch 2- Reality
Katie slowly opened her eyes and felt a little pain in her right arm. 'Something doesn't feel right,' she thought. She made a movement on the bed and realized that this wasn't her bed. Her bed was much softer then this and then she looked at the walls, and they were pure white while her walls at her home were full of posters of Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix.
Slowly she sat up and that's when everything that had happened yesterday hit her memory: her father was dead. Suddenly, she could feel the tears starting to flow again and she started to cry quietly. But where am I? she thought looking around. She stood up and went to the bathroom where she found Quality Inn shampoos and soaps that meant she was in a hotel. But what happened to her? The last thing she could remember was feeling something sharp poking her arm and then she blacked out. More importantly who brought her here?
"I see you're awake," a female voice said. Katie turned around and found Sally McField standing at the bathroom door, arms crossed against her chest, "Katie we need to talk."
But first Katie asked, "Why does my arm hurt so much?"
"You were losing control yesterday so we gave you a shot to fall asleep, now come here," Sally motioned patting the seat next to her on the couch.
Normally, Katie would've stayed where she was, but she knew that Sally had all the answers she wanted so she sat down on the bed while Sally pulled up a chair, "Now your father has his own gun show right? He makes guns?"
Katie nodded in response.
"Well, two nights ago, on Friday, you had slept over at your friend, Summer's house, correct?"
Once again, Katie nodded, "Where is all of this going?"
"Look Katie. Your father is in a very dangerous business – selling weaponry. And though he has a license to do it, and it's not against the law, there are criminals out there who would want to steal his guns; your father is very successful when making guns, Katie.
"We have reason to believe that after your father had dropped you off at Summer's two days ago, your father had gone out to do some grocery shopping and when he came home, there were signs of forced entry. Your father came in, there were two burglars and before your father could do anything, they shot him in the chest and stole all of the guns he had made that he keeps in the basement. At least that's what we think their motive was," Sally McField finished. Katie sobbed some more and held her head in her hands; it was worse now. Because of her, her father was dead. Because she just had to go sleep at Summer's house that night, her father was dead. It was all her fault.
"It's all my fault," Katie sniffed, "It's all my fault!" She cried more and Sally pulled her into a bear hug and rubbed her back like a mother.
"Shh…" Sally tried to calm her down, "It's not your fault. Don't you ever think that."
"But it is!" Katie shrieked, "If I didn't go to Summer's that night, I could've at least tried to help my dad stopped them."
"Or you yourself could've also gotten killed," Sally said firmly, but soften up a bit when Katie started to cry more getting her shirt soaking wet.
It's just not fair, Katie thought, God had to take my mother even before I knew her and now he just had to take my father too? IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!
"Well," Katie started sniffing and wiping her tears, "What's going to happen to me now? Where am I going to live?"
"I was just about to tell you that," Sally said handing her a tissue which Katie blew her nose on, "In your mother and father's will, it stated clear that they wanted you to live with their best friend – I believe her name is…Sarah Jones." At the sound of 'Sarah Jones' name, Katie shot up like a fire bolt.
"WHAT!?"
"Fredster, we need to talk," Freddy's father, Johnathan said. Fredster was his nickname for Freddy – often when they would go and watch baseball games together Johnathan would always scream, 'They scored! Give me a five Fredster!'
"Uh-oh. What'd I do now?" Freddy groaned picking at his baked potato on his plate.
"Why is it that every time we want to talk you always say that?" his mother, Sarah said.
"Because, you start with the lines, 'Freddy we need to talk' or 'Honey, we need to talk'. If it has the words, 'we need to talk', it means there's something wrong or I'm in trouble," Freddy said not looking up from his plate.
"Uh…not exactly," Mrs. Jones or Sarah said glancing at her husband for signs of help.
"Well um…" Mr. Jones started, "You know how you've known Katie your whole life – well her whole life because her parents are our best friends?" What the heck does this have to do with anything? Freddy thought, but nevertheless nodded in response.
"And you know how you two have sort of been best friends? Like brother and sister? Especially when your band started?" Mrs. Jones said.
"Yes…" Freddy eyed his parents curiously. What was wrong with them and why were they acting so strange? "Where is this all leading to?"
How do you tell your 16-year-old son that one of his best friends who is a girl is going to live with him and be like one of the family? Sarah thought and looked at her husband who she knew was thinking the same. Deciding that being direct was the best way to go she said quickly, "Honey, Katie's going to live with us."
Freddy choked on the big chunk of potato he just swallowed and started coughing hysterically. Panicking, his father immediately moved on in and did the Heimlich maneuver. Finally, Freddy spat it out where it landed all over the table, "WHAT?!"
"Well err…you see," Mrs. Jones started not sure what to say.
"You see, Freddy's father passed away two days ago," Mr. Jones said in a sad tone. After all Michael Brown was his best friend since the 9th grade! "Katie just found out yesterday. And you know she has nowhere to go. Besides, it's written in her father and mother's will that she'll live with us – and we promised that if anything happened to them or her, we'd always take care of her."
Freddy stayed silent. Poor Katie, he thought. He had always thought of her as his little sister that he loved to pick on and he knew that she looked up to him as an older brother. He didn't understand why everyone around him always said that he and Katie made the perfect couple, but this was bad. For as long as he knew Katie, which was her whole life and almost his whole life, she had always wondered about her mother who had passed away when Katie was born and sometimes she would cry – crying for the loss of her mother and wishing she was there. 'And that was someone she didn't really even know,' Freddy thought, 'Imagine how she must feel that it's her father – someone who she confides with and who is her best friend.' As you could probably tell by now, Katie and her father were extremely close – sometimes they even finished each other's sentences.
But not only was Freddy sad for Katie, but he was also said for himself. He remembered how Mr. Brown who he had permission to call Mike helped him and gave him advice about girls when Freddy was too shy to go to his own father.
"W-w-when is she coming?" Freddy asked still shocked.
"Tomorrow, most likely. We've already decided that she'll stay in the guest room and she can make it her own," Mrs. Jones said and rubbed her son's back affectionately, "We know that your sad as just as much as we are. Mike was a good – no, great friend."
A/N: Okay, another chapter. Never thought I'd be able to do it. Okay, please review.
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