Breaking The News, Part II
"Honey, did you hear the doorbell ring?" Marissa said softly. It was after midnight.
"You heard it too?" Ryan whispered. Marissa nodded.
"Who, besides a rapist, robber, mass murderer, ect ect would be up at this hour?" Marissa grinned.
"Hey! I'm the cop around here!"" Ryan said seriousley. Her quietly got out of bed, and grabbed a baseball bat from the hall closet and descended down the cicular staircase. He opened the door, cursing for not having a peephole of some sort.
What he saw was a tiny, thin, threadbare girl. She looked at him for awhile.
"Hi, dad."
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Summer glanced over at her husband. Sleeping like a baby...
Speaking of baby...
Summer crept out of her room and out to the living room, careful not to trip over the damned XBox. She sat down next to the bookshelf, pulling out the lilac picture album. It showed her biological mother and Summer, when Summer was born. There were 5 more picutres like this. Summers mother had intended to chronicle her life with her daughter in this album.
So much for that. Her parents divorced and Summer really never heard from her mom again. Her father remarried to that pill popping vodka loving socialite slut who was half his age Slyviette. It's not like they were ever home anyway. As if money could make up for his absence in life.
Summer slammed the book shut and sighed.
"I still dont understand how your so attached to that album." Seths voice came from behind summer. He was reclined on the couch. Playing XBox.
"Neither do I." Summer said, walking over to cuddle with her husband and watch Captain America kick the shit out of some random bad guy.