Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will, never have, I'm not making any money from this either. Everyone you don't know, belongs to me.
Notes: In this story, there are going to be flashbacks to explain Face's childhood, and since we don't own much about him, I'm making it up. And yes, there is a reason why Face's mother, Samantha, left him, and of course, there will be a case for the A-team, where they get to fight bad guys and everything, so please keep on reading. Ok, we found out that Face's name was Richard in "Family Reunion" so that will come later on too, but for now I'm using Templeton. Oh, and a little warning- this chapter might seem sad. Oh, and there will be some scene's that might disturb sensitive readers- there is some reference to child abuse.
I just want to thank:
TeacherTam- you like the A-team too? no way...Don't worry I shall be writing lots. I watched this episode a hundred times already, I still have it on tape, so I get to watch it over and over and over... (Yip, I'm nuts.). That's when I got the idea, and I got 20 chapters planned in my head. Thanks for the review.
Luna-All shall be explained in the next few chapters. But there is a good reason why she left, and that will be explained, still working out the bugs in that one. But its pretty sad story, and yip, it's going to get very sad.
Rozzy07- Thanks for the review, I really appreciate it. I hope that you will enjoy the rest of the story.
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Chapter two
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Face woke up with sounds of voices, he opened his eyes only to shut them as the light blinded him. He moaned as he turned his head, trying to get away from the white ceiling and it's bright light. He whimpered as the pain became worse, and now he was so hot. His blood burnt, burning anything and everything it touched. He felt as if he were burning alive. He was in hell, trapped in this burning body. His heart was pounding with every breath which sent nauseating waves of pain through his body. He turned to darkness, wishing it would take him away from the pain.
It showed him pity as it took him.
Just before he fell unconscious his last thoughts were about the white ceiling and the bright lights...
o o o
Twenty five years earlier
The five year old opened his eyes to be blinded by the bright light. He closed his eyes trying to block out the light. He didn't remember what had happened.
For a few seconds, he didn't remember anything. Then it all came back. He remembered waking up in his home, only to watch his mother drive off, leaving him on the empty streets.
He remembered returning to his bedroom, where he stayed.
He felt a tear run down his face, as he felt his heart breaking again. He opened his eyes again, this time, slowly. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he realised that he wasn't in his room anymore.
With a fright he sat up straight.
"Momma?" he asked with hope.
He looked around, there were curtains all around his bed. He frowned, not really understanding what was happening. He looked to see that he was sleeping in a single bed, and that he was wearing a dress!
He felt his checks burn as he began to blush. He moved his arm, only to stop when he felt something tug. He looked at his arm to see that there was a wire that was in his arm.
Horror filled him as he tried to remove it. He used his little fingers to try and pull the plaster off, so that he could pull the wire thing out of his arm.
"ouch!" he cried as he managed to pull it out of his arm.
Frightened by his new surroundings, he pulled down the soft blanket, as he began to crawl to the end of the bed.
Being careful, he moved the certain a little, to see if anyone was around.
The room was big, there were about five curtained rooms on the one side, so he guessed that there was about ten beds in this room. He scanned the area, but saw no one.
He signed in relief as he swing his legs over the bed as he tried to get off. He felt a bit dizzy as the room began to swing.
He grabbed his head, trying to make the everything stand still.
He didn't know how long he remained there, but before he knew it, his curtain was pulled back, relieving a man in his late thirties. He had short brown hair, with green eyes. He wore a light blue shirt which was covered with a white coat. He wore light brown pants with black shoes.
"Whoa there little fellow, Why don't you lie down?" The man asked.
He moved out the Doctors grasp, as the doctor tried to help him.
"Easy now, I'm not going to hurt you," The doctor said in a soft, calm voice.
"Wh..who are you?" he asked in fear.
"I'm Doctor Jake Fourie, but you can call me Jake," Jake introduced.
Receiving no answer, Jake looked at the little boy with concern.
"What's your name?" Jake asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
Jake frowned.
"Don't you know?" Jake asked in concern.
"Mamma just called me baby, but I ain't no baby," he said seriously.
Jake had to smile as he saw the look of disgust and seriousness as he said 'baby'.
"No, your not. How old are you?" Jake asked.
Again the little boy shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you know where your mom is?" Jake asked.
Jake immediately regretted his question as he looked into the watery big blue eyes. He watched as a tear fell from the little boys face.
"Momma, left me," he said barely above a whisper, but just loud enough for Jake to hear.
Jake just couldn't believe that anyone could just abandoned a child.
"Well, don't you worry. Now I just need to check you, to make sure that you are ok. I'm not going to hurt you, ok," Jake said as he came a little bit closer to where the little boy sat.
Jake saw a little nod.
The little boy lay down near the top of the bed, his little head resting on the pillow.
Jake looked at the drip, which hang by the side of the bed.
"I see you took the drip out," Jake said with amusement.
"It hurt," the little boy answered.
Jake just smiled.
"Where am I?" the little boy asked.
Jake looked up from his clip board in shock, he frowned as he looked at the seriousness in the boy's eyes.
"Your in a hospital, do you know why?" Jake asked.
The little boy shock his head.
"Well, you didn't eat or drink anything for two days, young man. When the police found you, you were in a bad shape," Jake said seriously.
"I'm sorry," the little boy said sadly.
"It's not your fault, the police searched the house, and they didn't see any food for you," Jake said honestly.
"Mommy forgot to buy," the boy answered with a sign.
Jake just shock his head.
"Well you don't have to worry about, as soon as I'm finished here, how about I get you some grub?" Jake asked.
"Yes please," he said softly.
Jake smiled.
Jake quickly examined the little boy, he had just finished when a nurse came in.
"Dr Fourie, I have the blood test for you," she said.
Both patient and Doctor looked at the young female. She wore a white skirt and blouse. Her dark red hair was neatly tied in a bun. She was in her late twenties.
Her brown eyes lit us as she saw the patient.
"Ah, your so cute!" she said in delight.
Jake wanted to burst out laughing when he saw the horror in the little boys eyes.
Jake had to bite down hard on his lip, as he began to laugh. He just couldn't help it, the site of the boys face was priceless.
He immediately stopped laughing when he received two dirty glares.
"What's your name handsome?" she asked.
The little boy just shrugged his shoulders.
The nurse looked at Jake with a confused look.
Jake didn't want to upset the child so he just shock his head.
She must have gotten the message because she just smiled.
"My name is Maria Theron," she introduced herself.
"Now, we need to get you a name, because a handsome kid like you needs a strong, and tempting name," she said.
Jake smiled when he saw the boy smile.
"What about Daniel?" Jake asked.
The little boy shock his head and he looked at Jake with disgust.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Daniel," Jake said in defence.
"I like Daniel, but not for this handsome," Maria said as she winked to the little boy.
"Fine, hey, what about Jake?" Jake joked.
"No!" Maria said as she hit Jake on the head.
"I don't know then," Jake said.
"Come on, it needs to be strong, bold, different, isn't that right handsome?" Maria asked the boy.
The boy just shrugged his shoulders.
"Your so cute, you know, if I didn't work here, I would be tempted to take you home with me," Maria joked.
"Maria, he's a kid, not a puppy," Jake scolded.
Maria just glared at Jake.
"Tempted....hmmm....hey what about Templeton?" Maria asked.
"Temp a what?" Jake asked.
"Templeton," Maria said again.
They looked at the boy who just giggled in response.
"There we go handsome, Templeton suits you," Maria said as she ruffled his hair.
Jake looked at Templeton who was blushing.
They watched as Maria just smiled, before she walked off.
"While, Templeton. Looks like you are someone's favourite," Jake joked.
Templeton just yawned in response.
"Looks like someone needs a nap, why don't you go to sleep," Jake suggested.
Little Templeton nodded his head as he yawned again.
Jake watched as Templeton fell a sleep.
o o o
Days went by, but it was the best few days that Templeton had. Jake was there every day, sending time with young Templeton. Soon they became friends. Not to mention that all of the nurses in the ward fell in love with the little Templeton.
Jake watched in fascination as every five minutes a new nurse would visit Templeton, when he caught them, they would use the same lame excuse.
Jake sat down on the bed with Templeton, watching the little boy.
"Hey Temp, how you doing?" Jake asked.
"I'm ok," Templeton replied.
"Good, I have some news. Well your health is much better, in fact you don't need any doctors," Jake said sadly.
"What does that mean?" Templeton asked worriedly.
"I'm afraid that you don't have to be in the hospital anymore," Jake said slowly.
"But what's going to happen to me," Templeton asked.
"That's why I'm here," a voice came from the end of the bed.
Jake and Templeton looked at the woman who stood behind them.
She was medium built and slightly over weight. She had a strict face, with hard brown eyes. She wore a white blouse with a long cream skirt, with brown boots on. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun.
Templeton looked at the woman then to Jake with pleading eyes.
"What's going on?" Templeton asked.
"I'm here to take you to the orphanage," the lady said.
Templeton looked at Jake.
"Please don't let me go, please," he pleaded with Jake.
"I'm so sorry kid, but I can't keep you," Jake said sadly.
The lady looked at Templeton.
"Come on kid, lets go," She said.
"No, please, Jake, please, don't let her take me," Templeton begged.
Jake shock his head sadly.
The lady turned to her friend. He was in his late twenties, tall, and masculine. He wore dark tracksuit pants, with a dark top. He had light brown hair, with green eyes.
"Mark, Take him," she ordered.
Templeton looked at the man that was coming closer. Fear gripped him as he looked at Jake.
He grabbed Jake's shirt.
"Jake! please, please don't let me go," Templeton pleaded.
Jake felt his eyes water. He really wanted to take Templeton, but he couldn't.
He looked at the pleading eyes.
"I can't Temp, I just can't," Jake said sadly.
Mark picked Templeton up, but little Templeton just wouldn't let go of Jake.
"Let go kid," the man said.
"NO!" Templeton yelled as he was being pulled away from Jake.
"JAKE NO! PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD, PLEASE!" Templeton yelled.
Jake felt his shirt being pulled as Templeton refused to let go.
He looked at Mark, who was holding the little figure in his arms, trying to pull him away.
Templeton tried to hold on as tightly as he could, but he just couldn't hold on anymore.
"NO!" he screamed when he lost grip.
Jake watched as Mark quickly stepped back, making sure that Templeton couldn't grab hold of anything.
Templeton began to wiggle out of Mark's grasp, but Mark knew how to hold on.
"PLEASE, Jake, please, I'll be good, please," Templeton begged.
Jake couldn't speak, his heart was breaking. He wished he could take Templeton, but he just couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Temp, I'm sorry," Jake said sadly.
Jake watched as the social worker walked out the door, followed by Mark and Templeton.
"NO! JAKE!!!! PLEASE!!!" Templeton screamed.
Jake felt the tears run down his face, as he heard Templeton's screams.
Templeton tried with all his might to free himself from Mark, but he just couldn't. Mark's grasp was to tight.
"JAKE! PLEASE!" he screamed.
He didn't know why Jake didn't want him any more. He didn't want to leave, why were they making him leave?
"NO! JAKE, I'LL BE GOOD," he screamed again.
He looked down the corridor, wishing that Jake would wake out the door and come and rescue him.
"JAKE!" he screamed with all his might.
But Jake didn't come, he didn't answer.
"Jake..." Templeton cried out.
Mark tightened his grip on his body, but he didn't care. All he cared about was Jake coming to rescue him.
He watched as the door got further and further away. With one last energy burst, Templeton yelled with all his might.
"JAKE!!!"
Tears began to run down his face as the door disappeared from view. He gave up and stopped struggling.
"Jake," Templeton cried.
He didn't pay attention to his surroundings, he didn't even realise Mark lowered him into the back seat of the car. His thought were focused on Jake.
He snapped out of his thoughts as the door slam. He looked around to see that he was in the car. He quickly tried to open the door to find out that it was locked.
He looked through the glass to see Maria.
"MARIA!" Templeton yelled as he began to hit the glass window.
He saw her looking at him, but she didn't move.
"MARIA, PLEASE HELP ME!" Templeton screamed.
She didn't move, she just stared at him.
"PLEASE!" he cried.
He jerked when the car stared, he looked at Maria with tear-filled eyes.
"NO! PLEASE!" He screamed.
He clenched his fists as he used them to hit the window. He kept on hitting wishing it would break.
"no, please," Templeton cried.
As the car began to move, he turned to look out the back-view mirror. He watched as Maria began to wave.
He just couldn't believe it. Why didn't she help him? why didn't they want him? what did he do wrong?
He knelt down on the seat, so that he could stare out the window, he watched as Maria became smaller.
He felt the tears fall as she disappeared from view. Leaving him alone, again.
o o o
Back at the restaurant ...
o o o
Face started to fight the darkness, he just couldn't handle going through his memories. The pain was just to much for him to tolerate. He just couldn't handle seeing all those who left him.
The more he fought, the more he became aware of the pain in his body. He felt pain explode through his body as he felt his wound burnt. He just didn't know what was worse, the pain in his stomach, or the pain in his heart.
His emotions were running high, everything was becoming to overwhelming, he just couldn't take everything. Before he knew it, he was falling.... falling back to his memories.
o o o
Twenty four year earlier...
o o o
A little boy stood at the fence, his little fingers held the fence tightly. His long blond hair came to his shoulders, his clothes hang loosely against his thin frame. Anyone could see the clothes were not his.
They were old and tattered. His brown shoes were two sizes to big.
The saddest part about the picture was the eyes, the sad, lonely eyes.
"TEMPLETON! YOU BETTER GET HERE NOW!" an angry voice filled the silence.
Templeton heard the sister call for him, but he didn't feel like going. He had been at the Orphanage for about a year, but he still wasn't happy.
The sisters were friendly, but they won't family. No one was family.
There were a few other kids at the Orphanage but they came and went, So he didn't really make any friends.
Today was Saturday, which meant that families would come and choose which child they want.
He shock his head sadly.
"It's like we are dogs, we are caged in this Orphanage, they come, choose the one that would best suit them, then Bingo, a new child," he said sadly.
"TEMPLETON! I'M NOT GOING TO WARN YOU AGAIN!"
He laughed when he heard the threat. Every week it was the same thing over and over, he would sneak out, they would come looking, he would go to them, and then he would be punished.
The punishment wasn't that bad, all what he had to do was sit in a room and do nothing till they would free him.
Knowing that he was pushing his time, he slowly made his way to the one sister.
He hid in the one bush as he heard her coming. She was tall, and skinny. She wore the black nun uniform, which hid her body. The only thing really visible was her kind face. She had soft green eyes, and light brown hair. She was in her early thirties.
He waited till her back was turned when he slowly came out.
"Looking for me, Sister Mary?" he asked.
He laughed when he saw her jump.
"Templeton!" She yelled as she put her hands over her heart.
"Yes sister?" He asked innocently.
She just glared at him, as she lowered her hands onto her hips.
"Templeton, you are late! Now I want you to quickly run to your room and pack your stuff," Sister Mary ordered.
His smile faded from his face as he looked at her in fear.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"A family has adopted you, they are taking you today," Sister Mary said softly.
"But I don't want to go," he answered honestly.
Sister Mary's face soften when she saw the pain in his face, she smiled a sad smile as she walked closer to him.
"Come, along now. This is your chance to be in a loving family, don't you want to have a family?" Sister Mary asked.
Templeton looked at her, as a sad smile formed on his face.
"I'm sorry that I was such a pain, Sister," Templeton confessed.
Sister Mary just burst out laughing.
"Oh, Templeton, you are one in a million. And don't lie, you enjoyed giving us a hard time," She teased.
They both smiled as they made their way back to the building.
He quickly left the sister as he ran up the stairs into the boys dorm. He headed to his bed.
The room was huge, almost like the hospital ward. In there, there was just beds, each one separated by a small closet for each one to place their belongings in.
Their beds were small, they were government issued, so they weren't that comfortable. Everyone only had two blankets, so when it was cold, they really felt it, but it wasn't that bad. The halls were warmish, so it helped a little.
Templeton opened the small wooden cupboard. There wasn't anything really valuable, just clothes. He didn't have anything from his past life, not even a name. Just a memory of a woman driving away.
With a sigh, he opened a old bag that was given to him for his birthday. He carefully placed his few clothing into it. Once everything was packed he closed it.
He took a minute just to look around the room. Even though it wasn't a home, it was something he could rely on. Something that he could always have, well, he used to have.
He was beginning to hate changes.
With one last look, he left the dorm.
He headed outside.
Out there, he was greeted by the Head Sister, Sister Anne.
Grace was in her early fifties, she wore a white nun dress, which suited her grey hair. She still looked young, and her blue eyes still shone with life. She wasn't that tall, about average height.
"Ah, Templeton, I would like you to meet your new family, Mr and Mrs Johnson, Kimberly, I would like you to meet, Templeton," She introduced.
Templeton looked at his new family.
Mr Johnson was in his late forties, he was average height, about the same height as Sister Grace. He wore brown pants, with black shoes. He wore a blue shirt with a light green tie. He was a bit over weight, but he looked like an average working man. He had thick brown glasses, which suited his chocolate brown eyes. He had a small bald area on top, but he did have a few strands of hair which was turning grey.
Mrs Johnson was almost the same shape of Mr Johnson, but she was a few inches shorter than him. She was in her early forties. Her light brown hair was short and curly. She had a plumb face, but she had a kind face. Her blue eyes were soft, and caring. She wore a pretty, but plain, blue dress that came up to her ankles. She wore white sandals, which suited the blue dress.
Next to her, was a young girl. She had long brown hair which was tied up neatly in a pony. She wore white takkies, with blue jeans and a white loose fitting t-shirt. He looked up to see her blue-green eyes staring back at him.
He quickly put on his face, and smiled his best smile.
"Templeton, nice to meet you, I'm Grace Johnson, but you can call me Grace, this is my husband, Michael, and our daughter, Kimberly," Grace introduced herself.
"Mrs Johnson, Mr Johnson, Kimberly, I'm Templeton," he introduced himself as he greeted each one.
Silence filled the group, no one really knowing what to say.
Sister Anne suddenly wondered if she made the right choice.
"Well, come on Michael, take Templeton's bag and put it in the boot. Kim, honey, why don't you and Templeton sit in the back?" Grace suggested.
Everyone just sort of followed her orders, Kimberly and Templeton got into the car while the parents packed the bag in the car, and while they chatted to Sister Ann.
"Hi," Kimberly greeted.
"Hi," Templeton greeted back.
"Bet this is strange for you, I know it's for me. I mean, it's not ever day that I get a younger brother," Kimberly mumbled on.
Templeton just smiled.
"It's new to me to, it's not like I get a new family everyday either," he joked back.
Kimberly just blushed.
"Sorry, I kinda say the wrong things at the wrong time. I'm very pleased to meet you though," she explained.
"Same here,"
o o o
Back to the restaurant...
o o o
Face smiled as he remembered his first new family. He remembered how good life was. He remembered how loved he left. It was perfect.
He remembered how every night when Mr Johnson came home, they would sit down around the table and eat, then they had an hour of tv, before they had to sleep.
During the day, Mrs Johnson would go shopping and start to bake, while he and Kimberly would play outside on the lawn. Kimberly would practise how to become an actress, so she made him play along to. They became a family, he had a new mom, a dad, and an annoying sister.
He was in a real family. Everything was perfect, till that fateful day....
o o o
Twenty four year earlier...
o o o
Templeton looked around the small yard. It had a white fence around it, the green grass was filled with beautiful flowers.
He smiled, it was like he was in a dream, everything was so perfect.
"Hey short stuff," Kimberly called as she came from behind a bush.
Templeton turned to see his sister.
"Hey, Kimmie," Templeton teased.
They both hated their new nicknames, but they still used it to annoyed each other.
"I'm going to see what mom is doing, what to help?" Kimberly asked.
"Sure,"
They both headed to the house, when they got near, they could smell the wonder odour of cookies baking in the oven.
"Chocolate chip," Templeton said with a smile.
"I'm trying First!" Kimberly said as she pushed Templeton to the side so that she could get through the door first.
"HEY!" Templeton yelled as he got up from the ground and ran after her.
The house was a typical normal house. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one kitchen, one dinning room, and one lounge. The bedrooms were all located up stairs, with the two bathrooms.
He heard Kimberly laugh as he entered the kitchen.
"Templeton! Kimberly! how many times do I have to tell you, no running in the house!" Grace scolded them.
They both just lowered their heads,
"Sorry," they said together.
Grace was a kind and loving soul, who couldn't stay angry at them. She opened the one container and gave them each a chocolate chip cookie.
"Thanks," They said as they munched on their biscuit.
Grace just shock her head.
"Go and clean up, your father will be home any minute!" Grace said as she used a towel to scoot them out.
Templeton and Kimberly just laughed as they walked out the room.
"Bet you to the room!" Kimberly yelled as she began to run.
"KIMBERLY! DON'T YOU DARE RUN IN THIS HOUSE!" Grace shouted from the kitchen.
Templeton just laughed as he walked quickly followed his giggling sister.
"You know that she heard you?" Templeton asked.
"Ya, but she's not going to do anything out it, now is she?" Kimberly asked.
Templeton just shock his head.
"You know, I've only been here for three months, but it feels like I've been here all my life," Templeton confused.
Kimberly looked at her younger brother and couldn't believe it was just three months.
"What do you mean, short stuff? you have always been here," Kimberly said with her arms crossed.
Templeton laughed when he saw the 'just try and ague with me' look on her face.
"Sorry, I forgot, with me all short and all," Templeton teased.
Before Templeton could even move, he found himself in a headlock.
Kimberly smiled as she used her one hand to mess his hair.
"NO! let me go!" Templeton cried.
"Never!" she joked.
"KIMBERLY! RELEASE YOUR BROTHER! I WANT YOU TWO DOWN IN FIVE MINUTES!" Grace yelled from down stairs.
Kimberly released her grip, as Templeton fell to the ground.
"I still don't understand how she does that?" Kimberly asked in true amazement.
"Maybe because you do that to me every day!" Templeton mocked.
Kimberly just shock her head.
"I'm going to make myself look pretty," She said as she headed to her room.
"Oh, no, that means you'll be there forever!" He joked.
"Ha, ha ha, real funny!" Kimberly said sarcastically.
Templeton just laughed as he headed into his room.
The room was medium sized. There was a single bed on the right hand corner. The walls were painted a dark blue, and on the ceiling there were stars, which were painted on. There was a desk, which had his comics, next to his bed.
He walked to his cupboard, which was a built in one. He opened the door to reveal all his clothes. He hadn't seen so many clothes in his life.
He didn't want to admit it, but with all the time with Kimberly and her 'acting', where she made him dress up and play pretend, he actually enjoy it. He loved pretending to be characters on the tv.
He quickly changed his dirty blue top to a white shirt.
He looked at his brown pants, which still looked clean. So he decided against changing them.
Making sure that he looked ok, he went to the mirror, and checked his image. He had to look his best.
"Making sure you look ok?" Kimberly teased as she walked into his room.
He turned to see that she was wearing her favourite blue jeans, with a white top. Her hair, was once again in a pony tail.
"Lets go," he said as they made their way down to dinning room.
When they arrived Grace had just finished setting the table.
"Six o'clock, I wonder where your father is?" Grace asked them.
They just shrugged their shoulders as they sat down in their seats.
Grace disappeared into the kitchen, but returned within seconds.
All three sat by the table, waiting for the man of the house to return.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour.
"I'm really worried, he's always back at six," Grace said worriedly.
Kimberly and Templeton looked at each other, then at her with concern. Nothing like this ever happened.
"Well, why don't we eat, I'm sure work just kept him in," Grace said.
She quickly got up and headed once again into the kitchen.
Kimberly looked at Templeton worriedly.
"I wonder what's wrong?" She whispered quietly.
"I'm sure it must be a work thing," Templeton said uneasy.
None of them believed it.
They immediately stopped talking when Grace returned with their food.
"Come on kids, eat up," Grace said with a fake smile.
All three ate in silence.
Their food finished before they knew it, but they still sat, wondering where Michael was.
Four hours passed, and no one had spoken a word. Grace was beyond worried, Kimberly and Templeton were tired, but none could fall a sleep.
They all jumped when they heard the door slam shut.
"Michael, honey is that you?" Grace asked as she got up from her seat.
Receiving no response, she turned to them.
"Go up stairs, stay there until I say so," Grace ordered.
"But ma..."
"Kimberly, just do what I say!" Grace snapped.
Templeton got up from the chair quickly, and took Kimberly's hand, pulling her along with him as he headed to the stairs.
Grace watched as her children walked up the stairs before she headed to the front door.
Templeton and Kimberly only walked up to the top of the stairs, before they crouched down so they could see what was happening.
They got a shock when they saw Michael wake into the dinning area.
His grey hair was a mess, his blood-shot eyes stood from behind his glasses. His tie was undone, and his clothes were dirty. His steps were unbalanced as he swayed from side to side.
They saw Grace put her hands on her hips as she looked angry.
"Michael Daniel Johnson! how dare you come home drunk!" Grace snapped.
Michael didn't answer her, he just fell onto the chair, where he remained.
"Tell me what happened?" Grace said softly, as she knelt down next to him.
"I lost everything," he said sadly.
Grace frowned.
"What honey, what happened?" She asked.
"Dam it, woman, I lost everything, our money, my job, our house, everything!" Michael yelled.
Grace flinched as his tone, but didn't move away.
"How?" she asked.
"I'm wanted to make more money, I placed our money, my work's money, everything, and I lost," he said sadly.
Grace was angry, but she knew being angry wouldn't solve anything.
"Well, then I guess we try and find out how we can get some money," Grace offered.
Michael shock his head.
"NO!" he yelled.
"Michael, don't you dare yell at me! You were the one that did this, I'm only helping!" Grace replied angrily.
"Don't need your help woman, I'm going to sort this out, myself!" he snapped.
Grace just shock her head sadly.
She just got up and stared to walk away.
"Don't walk away from me woman!" Michael shouted after her.
Grace stopped, but didn't turn around.
"I'm not going to listen to you when your drunk, I'm taking the kids. I'll come back tomorrow, when you are sober," Grace said as she walked off.
"NO YOUR NOT!" Michael yelled as he staggered after her.
Kimberly gasped as they watched their parents leave the room.
"Templeton, we need to do something!" Kimberly cried.
Templeton didn't know what to do, he didn't think it would be a good idea to go down stairs.
"Call the police," he told her.
She nodded as she quickly got up and ran to the main room where the spare phone was.
He watched her leave before he slowly crawled down the stairs, making sure that he wouldn't be seen.
He crept through the dinning area where he heard the angry shouting.
He stopped in the doorway, hiding his small body, as he peeped into the other room.
He watched as his parents yell at each other, but then something happened that scared him.
Michael grabbed Grace around the neck, tightening his grip. Templeton watched as Grace's eyes grew wider as she used her hands to try and free herself.
"STOP!" Templeton yelled as he ran and jumped on Michael's back.
Michael released his grip around his wife's neck, as she fell to the ground.
He tried to shake Templeton off his back, but Templeton held on tightly.
"Get off me," Michael growled as he walked backwards.
Templeton refused to let go.
Without anyway to get the kid off his back, Michael rammed Templeton into the wall.
Templeton cried out in pain as he felt his back being slammed into the wall. He released his grip on Michael as he fell to the ground.
Michael walked away from the small body, which lay on the ground. His heavy fingers suddenly disappeared in his coat.
Grace coughed as she tried to get her breathe back, but what she saw, made her blood freeze.
In his big hands, was a gun.
She looked at Michael's glazed eyes. She knew that the man she married, was not there.
With tear-filled eyes, she looked at the monster before her, praying that she could reason with him.
"Please, Michael, don't do this, please," She pleaded with him.
The alcohol in his system didn't make him hear her pleads.
Grace watched in horror as he raised the gun, and pointed it at her.
"MICHAEL! NO!" She yelled.
A loud explosion ripped through the air as the gun went off.
Templeton watched in horror as Grace's body flew to the ground.
"MOM!" he screamed as he tried to get up.
Michael turned around, pointing his gun to Templeton, who froze in fright.
"no, please, dad, please don't," Templeton begged as tear ran down his face.
He looked at the gun in fear, he didn't want to die, he didn't want this to happen. He just wanted a family.
"MOM!"
Michael turned around and fired at where the voice came from.
Templeton watch in shock as he saw Kimberly in the door way. He watched as all the blood drain from her face as she looked at him with frightened eyes.
He looked at her hands, which covered her stomach, which were covered in blood.
"Temp..." She gasped as she fell to the ground unconscious.
"NO!" Templeton yelled as he got up.
Michael turned back to Templeton, and raised his gun again.
Templeton froze as he felt the cold metal press against his forehead. He looked at his father's glazed eyes, without fear.
He wasn't afraid anymore, he had just lost his family. He would rather face death, than have to live without his family.
Templeton just turned his head as he made his way past the madman.
He looked at the end of the room, where his mother's body lay under a pool of blood. He looked into her lifeless eyes, and knew that she was dead.
He kept on walking to where his sister lay. But, before he could walk any further, he heard the gun go off.
Before he knew it, he was lying on the floor. He tried to get up, but his body just didn't want to respond. He felt pain in his shoulder, and knew that he had been shot.
He flinched as the gun went off again. But he didn't feel anymore pain. He tried to turn, but he wished he hadn't.
A few metres away, lay his father's body.
Templeton didn't know how long he lay there. He didn't even hear the voices as the policemen came in. He didn't hear as they entered the room, he didn't hear them gasp, and call for the medics.
He looked at the one policeman's face, he could see the terror in his eyes. That was the last thing he saw, before darkness claimed him.
o o o
Back at the restaurant....
Face felt pain explode through his body as the memory tightened it's grasp on him. His heart was pounding with every breath which sent nauseating waves of pain through his body. He wanted to scream, to cry for help, anything, he just wanted the memories to stop, but his body didn't respond. His screams echoed in his head, begging for mercy from the overwhelming pain from his nightmares, but the pain never ended. He was trapped, tortured. He felt his heartbeat, as it pounded in his chest against his aching ribs. That's all there was, just the beating, the pain, and the screaming....
o o o
End of Chapter two... While that did you think? This is probably the longest chapter I have ever written. Can you believe 20 pages long!!!! Well anyway, the next chapter should be out next week, just depends on how long it's going to be. The guys should make an appearance soon, I just have to finish with Face's childhood. So please keep on reading, and reviewing- tell me what you think, be honest! Thanks, K.