I am Muffy

Muffy's parents have been arguing a lot especially about her father's 'business'. Now Mrs Crosswire wants to move out and take Muffy with her. Will Muffy survive life in the real world and which unlucky family will take them in? Please R&R

Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters in Arthur.

Author's Note: This may seem a bit similar to "Muffy goes poor" but it's not actually. This story looks at the ties that bind the families of Elwood city together as well showing the ups and downs of the Crosswire family (well mostly Muffy and her mother)

Enjoy! And please R&R – I would love to hear what you think of the story – it's a bit slow at the beginning – but I promise it will pick up the pace soon.

Chapter 2

Muffy went to her room and fell asleep on her four poster bed. She dreamt that a monster was attacking her parents. She cried out to save them but then the monster turned on her and the monster had Muffy's face.

"Muffy, Muffy…wake up sweetheart" – her mother was rousing her. Mrs Crosswire's face was tear stained and there were deep bags under her eyes. Her usually permed hair was lank and overall, she looked like a mess. "Mommy – what's happened to you?" whispered Muffy. Her mother reached out to hold her and Muffy noticed many hideous bruises on her mother's arms.

"Daddy did this" whispered Muffy, wiping tears away angrily.

Mrs Crosswire nodded chokingly. "I'm going to take you somewhere Muffy – we've got to get out of here with out making a sound. This is very important, OK honey?"

Muffy nodded solemnly, but inside she was secretly gleeful – this was just like a episode of the Bold and the Beautiful. 'I always knew my life would make a good soap opera' she thought.

Her mother lifted her out of bed and dressed her in some play clothes. "Mommy – you know I can't leave home in these clothes" protested Muffy, gesturing at her not so fashionable dungarees.

"Where we're going you won't need to look like an A-lister" soothed her mother.

"Where are we going?" questioned Muffy.

"I'm not sure yet, honey, but we have to get out of here."

Muffy followed her mother down a flight of stairs which lead to their famous garage that housed a collection of famous cars. Butler was polishing some of the cars.

"Excuse me, Gerald" said her mother politely. "I need a lift into town – the library perhaps"

"Without Mr Crosswire?" - Gerald was puzzled. Mrs Crosswire was usually the typical submissive house wife – she always followed her husband.

"Yes", Mrs Crosswire was firm in reply. "Muffy, hop into the Toyota"

"The Toyota? But mommy - what about our Lexus, our BMW, our Mercedes or our limousine?" Muffy was stunned – the Toyota was never used because it wasn't posh enough.

"Please listen to me Muffy" pleaded her mother, "I'll be back in a second. Follow me Butler"

She dashed up the stairs and just when Muffy was buckled in the car, she heard footsteps. Butler then followed by Mrs Crosswire, both clutching big suitcases, were being chased by Mr Crosswire. "Get back here now (insert Mrs Crosswire's name)! I mean this! Stop this nonsense now!" Mr Crosswire was bellowing loudly but his lithe wife was too quick for him. She and Butler placed the suitcases in the boot of the car and Butler pressed the 'Open Garage' button and just when Mr Crosswire leapt at the car, it was off.

Outside it was still storming and they sped down the tree line drive with Mr Crosswire sprinting after them at the rear, sopping wet." Wait!" he cried, "Muffy! Sweet heart, I love you! Get away from your crazy mother now!" but soon he ran out of breath and could not run any more. Muffy turned around and saw her father fading into the distance, his perfect suit soaked with rain and his face red with anger and exhaustion.

But somehow Muffy did not feel sad about her father, and as she turned back round, her mother's arm around her lovingly, she felt safe. Only one thing troubled her and that was leaving her magnificent palace behind, as Muffy was accustomed to only the best in lifestyle. She'd left all her best toys there and all she had was a suitcase of clothes and some books.

"Mummy?" she asked, "Will we be going back there?"

Her mother looked at her sweet upturned face and whispered, "I'm sick of hiding the truth from you honey, so I'm going to tell you: No we are never going back there – it's not safe anymore."