Hey guys! here's the first chapter of Steal Your Heart.
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia, as much as I wish I did, but I do own Elaina.
"Seriously, Marlene! They had nothing to say to each other," I admitted from the plush chair in corner. "Well nothing worth saying out loud." I murmured, making Marlene's gasp. "I don't doubt that they were silently yelling at each other within their minds…"
"What makes you say that, Elaina?" Marlene questioned, her eyes wide in surprise. "Don't be rude about your sister! Besides, I never thought you paid much attention to May and Zeke's relationship…" I rolled my light blue eyes, cutting her off.
"Oh come on Mara! Of course I did," I scoffed. "May is my sister after all."
"But you never seemed to care much about their relationship before." Mara pointed out, narrowing her eyes at me, accusingly.
"Key word there is seemed. You now I watch my surroundings very carefully and most people can't even tell that I am." I replied, canceling out her argument. Turning my eyes to my best friend, I continued, "That's beside the point, I've dealt with May all my life, I know how her mind works. Aaannnddd, I know Zeke isn't one to speak out loud when it comes to these types of things; he's a guy. And, like most boys, he holds in his emotions… Something I wish May would do," I murmured under my breath as I laid back on her four poster bed, but Mara still heard.
"What the hell do you mean?" she demanded, eager to hear more about my messed up family life. I rolled my eyes.
"May's been crying for days on end. I am so thankful that she chose to live with mom. Anyways…" I glanced down as my rainbow colored Disneyland watch. "Shit! I have to go!" I yelped, grabbing my sakroots bag as I bolted from Mara's room, tripping as gracefully as I could down the spiral staircase of the house.
"Bye Elaina." Mara's mom called, as she caught me on my way out. "It was a pleasure having you." I waved slightly as opened the front door, slamming it behind me. I raced through the streets of my local town, passing a few people who just chuckled and waved at me as I raced past; they already knew this was a normal occurrence.
Finally reaching the townhouse my father and I lived in, I reached for the door handle hesitantly, trying to tell if my dad was in the room on the other side of the door. Hearing nothing, I opened the door wincing at the squeaking noise of the door hinges. Guess I'll just have to grease those again. I thought to myself as I shut the door quietly.
I stepped into the living room, trying to keep my feet as quiet as possible, only to see my dad on the couch with his head in his hands and an unfamiliar man sitting across from him, holding a bunch of papers. The man looked up as I walked in- Shit! I forgot to keep my steps silent- but my dad didn't even flinch.
Well, this is definitely not good. I thought to myself as the man began to speak.
"Why, you must be Elaina Smith?" the unfamiliar man said, looking at the papers in his hands before he jumped up to shake my hand. Dad did look up then, but only for a brief second before his gaze was once again focused on the carpet beneath his feet. In knew instantly that something bad was happening. Turning my gaze back to the man who still had his arm outstretched, I replied scathingly, "Yup, and you would be?" I asked, my voice frosty as my eyes sized him up.
The man pushed up his glasses, spluttering, clearly not expecting me to greet him so coldly. "I. Me. Yes… ummm… my name is Mr. Reedley. I work under Jonathon Green, from your dad's work." Hearing that, I froze in place, rage filling me at the sight of this man.
That name, I knew that name and I did not hold it at high degree. He was the one who dad was talking about. The one that would lay him off. Green, Johnathan Green. That name echoed through my head before overwhelming rage overtook me and darkness stole me away.
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I woke to the familiar poster covered ceiling of my room, my dad hovering over her nervously. It seemed as though Mr. Reedley was gone- Thank God!
I flopped over on my bed facing my dad. "He laid you off, didn't he?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. He nodded, tears that collected in his eyes finally fell and together we mourned the loss of the house that was supposed to be our new home.
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After that, it was a rush to pack up and move to a new town with more opportunities for work. Dad never lasted that long in a job and we always moved after that job was over. I never asked why. I could understand why May and my mom decided to leave dad. I couldn't be easy for May to make friends each time we moved and mom was just plain done with the constant moving. But I had a connection with dad, so together we went. Off to find a new home. It was sort-of like an adventure. Plus, the more you move the less time there is to get attached to people who might just leave you in the long run. I learned that the hard way. The person I'm close to is my dad but even that I'm wary of. I guess my personal mantra is simply 'you never know who might end up stabbing you in the back.' The sound of the pickup truck door slamming cut me out of my thoughts.
"Come on 'laina! We gotta get goin'!" Taking one last glance at the old townhouse I stepped outside jumped into the passenger seat of the truck. As dad started up the car, I stared out the window. Mom and May didn't care that we were leaving. They didn't even come to say goodbye. And I never did say goodbye to Mara. Heck, I never told her I was leaving. But it's best that way, no horribly sad goodbyes…
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We had been on the road for at least 3 hours. Dad was listening to his country music singing along in that baritone voice of his. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't pay attention to my surroundings. It was dark out by then and I didn't even see the bright lights coming are way. Before I could process what was happening, I heard the screeching of the tires and the smell of burnt rubber on the street.
And everything went black.
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