Lone Werewolf In L.A.
Chapter 10 - Get Him
A/N: omfg. 'tis been too long! I'm so sorry for letting you loverly reader wait a whole...five months? Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ..
Anyways, this chapter i'd say marks the point where, you readers will know what's 'really' going on. I'll think i'll say i'm half way through this fic. (Hurrah!)
Disclaimer: You know the Drill... ¬¬
Aimee smiled as she closed the front door behind her. Oz was a wonderful person to be with. He made her feel happy. Loved. She put one foot on the stair when she heard a footstep behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. She slowly turned her head. Her father stood, his heavy breathing close, the foul stench of alcohol made her gag.
"Caught you little mouse. The cat's got the mouse, no escape..." He slurred.
Aimee's eyes widened in fear, she began to sprint up the stairs, but her father caught her by the ankle. Aimee fell fowards, winding herself on the steps. Her father kept his death grip on her ankle and dragged her down the stairs. Aimee began to cling to the banister, but it slipped out of her grip each time, causing to hit head head off a step.
"Little mouse went out while the cat was away, mousy should be shot" Her father chuckled madly to himself.
"No! Get off me!" Aimee yelled furiously and began kicking her leg free.
"Bad!" Her father roared and smacked her on the face.
Aimee began fighting back. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes tightly.
But her dad was too strong, he kicked her in the stomach.
"No! Stop it! Get Off!" Aimee cried as she recieved more blows from her father foot.
A fist landed on Aimee's nose, she yelped and felt a warm liquid trickled down it. She father grabbed her by both shoulders and started to shake her violently, he then threw her slightly. Aimee smacked her head off the cold floor and all went black.
'Oz...'
Aimee slowly opened her eyes, she didn't want to but something was telling her to. The female looked up, her eyes squinted, focusing on the figure above her. She began to plead silently, praying it wasn't her father once more. A gentle hand touched her cheek, a touch she had long forgotten. A mother's touch.
"Mom?" she murmmered.
"Hush my little one..." her mother whispered. "He's gone out."
Aimee blinked and tried to get up, but her mother held her still. A hand brushed through her hair.
"I know I haven't been such a good Mother, Aimee.." her mother sighed, looking away. "And I know everything hasn't been the smae since...it happened..."
Aimee lay motionless, ignoring the dull pain in her head. Her Mother had never spoken about her brother's disappearance six years ago; that's when her family spiralled out of control and became what they were now. Aimee's brother James was a top-grade student who had a promising future as a doctor. But the summer before he was to start Colledge, he went on a trip with his friends and was never seen again. Aimee, her mother and father gave up hope of ever seeing him again; her father drove himself to a violent drunken state, her mother to a lifeless life.
"You don't deserve this, Aimee" her mother continued after a short pause. "But don't worry, i'll pull us through, somehow..we'll get him."
Aimee stared up at her mother, in a state of shock.
"M-mom...w-what..?"
Aimee's mother got up, a hand to her mouth, she turned round a walked off mumbling madly to herself. Aimee sat up and felt the back of her head; a large bump had formed on the back of her head. She looked to where her mother had just disappear to, her motuh open in awe.
"Get..him?" she said in disbelief.
Thankyous:
The Queen C: Yea..the dream was kinda random, but all shall be revealed at a later chapter. Thankyous! -glomps-
HiddenOperaAngel: You just gotta love it when Oz plays his guitar, it's just too cool!
And a big thankyou to you guys who have reviewed altogether so far on this Fic! -hug-
