Disclaimer: I own everything in this chapter.
Chapter One
"Later loser," called Keesha.
"See ya klutz," said Lizzy.
"Bye," said Margret quietly. She ought to be used to Keesha and Lizzy's remarks by now but she wasn't. Keesha acted like she was kidding all the time but her eyes told otherwise. Lizzy was just Keesha's shadow, though she was just as mean. Margret walked home slowly but not to slowly. She didn't want to go home, but if she was late her dad would yell and lecture her about how she always misbehaved and how she never did anything right. She carefully opened the door and crept into the living room and gasped. There was beer cans everywhere. And they were all empty.
"Margret!" she winced when she heard her dad yell.
"What Dad?" she asked cautiously.
"You were supposed to do the laundry this morning!" he shouted angrily.
"I ran out of time, I'll do it later"
"No, you'll do it now and because you didn't do it when I told you to you get to clean all the living room as well." Margret knew better than to argue, because if she did he would give her more to do.
"Hey Dad did you have people over?" She asked, looking worriedly at him.
"No."
Oh great. So now he's drunk. Thought Margret. Ever since her mother had died her dad drank, smoked, and yelled a lot more than usual. She found out at a young age that her dad was not the best dad. Her mom had always been able to relax him and limit his bad habits. But now her mom was gone.
Three hours later Margret had finished all of her chores and homework and flipped on the T.V.
"A gang of mutants tried to rob a bank but another group of mutants stopped them." Said the reporter on the screen. The concept of mutants had always fascinated her. Her dad sat in another chair popped open another beer and stared blankly at the screen,
"The
world would be a better place without them mutants." he
growled,
"Why?"
"They are monsters and witches thats why." he snapped. She stopped there. Suddenly there were loud sirens outside"
"Oh ---, no they couldn't have found me."
"What?!" She asked suddenly frightened. From outside she heard a loud voice call,
"Hector Nell come out with your hands in the air!"
"Whats going on Dad?!" Suddenly a policeman kicked through the door pointed a gun at them. Margret screamed. Then all of a sudden her dad was holding her, had a knife to her throat and was saying,
"I'll kill her if you don't let me out of here."
"Dad let go! Dad stop!"
"Shuttup, I don't want to hurt you!" he yelled. Her mind was racing he had never threatened her before. The police officer backed out while saying something into his radio. He dragged her through the house to the side door. He quickly pushed her across the yard to the car. She could see and heard the police. She knew that they were trying to find a way to shoot her dad without endangering her life. He shoved her into the car and got in. Then he pulled a gun out of the glove box. As he started the car he pointed the gun at her head and the police officers could do nothing but watch them drive away.
"Dad what is going on?!" Margret screamed. Then she remembered as the car swerved back and forth that he was drunk. Then nothing.
Beep beep beep. Margret awoke to the white walls of a hospital and the beeping of the heart monitor.
"Wh-where am I" she asked to no one in particular.
"Oh thank goodness your awake I though you'd never wake up." ask nurse scurried over to her bedside.
"Huh?"
"Oh of course you're not alert yet, after all you've been in a coma for two months.
"What?!"
"Let me go get you a snack."
"I'm not hungry."
"Yes you are you haven't had solid food for two months of course your hungry!" the nurse said appalled, "Just because your father murdered your mother doesn't mean you can't eat."
"WHAT?! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!"
"Uh-oh me and my mouth, I didn't know that you didn't know! You didn't tell me you didn't know! Now you know. But you didn't hear it from me did you, you pretty little girl."
"Yes I heard it from you! You're a liar! My dad did not kill my mom!"
"Of course he didn't" said the nurse trying to weasel her way out of the predicament her mouth had dropped her into, "You just keep on telling yourself that and everything will be fine and I will keep my job." She said quickly leaving the room Margret wanted to scream! How dare this lady make up such a thing! But then it hit her. Is that why Dad was arrested? Is that why he never told her how Mom died? Her mind raced with question and possible answers. Then Margret fell fast asleep. She dreamed of a house, in the house there was two people she couldn't tell who they were but they were fighting. She heard a voice that she remembered from somewhere,
"What do you have against them? What have they ever done to you?"
"They don't have to do anything, they're monsters!"
"It's not their fault they are what they are. They are human beings just like us!"
"No they aren't! They are witches and sorcerers! And why are you standing up for them?"
"Just forget about it Hector" Hector?!Dad? Thats my house! That lady, she's, she's,
"Get in the car!" said her dad.
"No" said the woman defiantly. He pulled a gun out of the glovebox,
"Die mutant." BANG!
"Mom!" Margret sat bolt upright in alarm. She sat alone in the hospital room there was no sound except the beeping of the heart monitor. Margret's stomach growled. As if on cue a pretty young nurse stepped into the room with a tray and smiled to see her awake.
"Goodmorning, I hope your feeling better."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I heard about what Iris told you."
"It can't be true," Margret sobbed, "There's just no way." But then Margret remembered her dream, "I saw it." she wishpered
"Saw what sweetie?" asked the nurse who was somewhat puzzled.
"Oh nothing," said Margret quickly, "Could I have some food I'm really hungry."
