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AN: This one isn't as good as I hoped it be. And I'm back to green unless someone can give me a color for this chapter...

Home Of Luke Traiylor
February 16, 2006
5:45 PM

I stand on the sidewalk outside of Luke's apartment trying to prepare myself for a night of arguments and insults. There's another car in the driveway next to Luke's that looks vaguely familiar. I roll my eyes at the 'Proud Parent' bumper sticker on the back fender of Luke's Porsche. As I walk by I lean down and rip it off, folding it and sticking it into my back pocket.

I get to the door and press the buzzer, holding it down because I know it annoys him. Once I let up on it the door buzzes and unlocks, and I head for the elevator. Despite the fact that Luke lives in a good apartment building with a doorman and cameras, the elevator is a piece of junk.

I wait impatiently, tapping my foot, earning a glare from the said doorman, or in this case door woman. She's never liked me, because she seems to think that Luke and I are a couple. Finally the elevator arrives and I have to wait while two upper class couples and a business man take their sweet time getting out.

They finally get out and make their way to the door, and I hurry into the elevator and jab the button for the third floor impatiently. Once there I walk four doors down to Luke's apartment and knock loudly. The door opens almost immediately and I come face to face with my mother.

I turn around and start walking back to the elevator, intent on leaving, but my daughter's voice stops me in my tracks. Luke is dead… I swear I'm going to kill him. Using my baby to get me in the same room as my parents… its low, even for him.

I turn around just as Karma plows into my legs, causing some pain to shoot through my not yet healed leg. She beams up at me, revealing her missing front tooth. "Hi mommy! Look, I losht my toofh!" she exclaims, trying to talk around the finger she stuck in the hole. I kneel down in front of her, grinning as she opens her mouth to show me the gap. "Wow, that's pretty neat. My baby's getting so big." I declared, kissing her face over and over again, causing her to laugh. I feel my mother's eyes on me, watching me interact with the granddaughter she'd disowned before she was even born.

I glare at her over my daughter's head as pick her up. I stand up and walk into the apartment, not saying a word to her. I find Luke sitting on the couch carrying on an animated conversation with my father. He looks up as I storm through the door, setting Karma on the recliner.

I look him in the eye, and I swear I see him flinch at the anger he sees. "What are they doing here?" I demand, putting my hands on my hips. He stands up and walks around to stand in front of me. "Answer me, Luke. What are they doing here?" I hiss, angry that he'd try this again.

He rubs his hand over his face, not meeting my eyes. "They wanted to talk to you. I knew you wouldn't give them a chance to explain themselves. So I had them come here." he mumbles, knowing what my reaction is going to be.

I scoff, rolling my eyes at his audacity. "Give them a chance to explain themselves? They don't have to explain anything! Their actions speak loud enough. Now you can tell them to take their 'explanation' and walk." I say, my voice getting louder.

My father protests then, "Don't talk about us like we're not here, young lady. If you want us to go, you tell us yourself." he says; his voice calm. That's my daddy, always the pacifist. It's my mother who's got the temper, most likely where I got mine from.

I ignore him, not giving him the pleasure of seeing me cave. "I'm going to go get something for this headache I feel coming on. They better not be here when I get out… otherwise I'm leaving." I tell Luke, turning toward the bathroom.

As I walk down the hall I hear my mother protesting, complaining about how I treated them. I close the door, leaning against it, trying to slow my breathing. I can't believe they actually thought that I'd fall for this little act of theirs.

I push myself away from the door, walking over to the medicine cabinet, trying to find some aspirin or something. I push the collection of outdated prescriptions around, not seeing anything I could use for my headache. So I move to the carry case that Luke keeps pack for when he has to go on business trips.

I find what I'm looking for right on the top and as I move to close the case, a flash of color on the bottom catches my eye. I reach in to grab it, all the while telling myself that I shouldn't be snooping around in his stuff. I pull out my hand, my eyes going wide at what I'd pulled out.

They'd never found them, which was perplexing but not really worth any concern. But why would Luke have them? One of them would be understandable, but both of them… I'm sure there's a good explanation, but all the ones I'm coming up with aren't very comforting.

I jump as Luke knocks on the door, glad that I had locked it behind me. "Ros, they're gone. You can come out now." He calls through the thick wooden door. I try to open my mouth to say something, but the panic is clogging my air way, making it hard to breathe much less talk.

He bangs on the door again, jolting me into action. I quickly put them back into the case, on the bottom where they were, and zip it up. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and flinch. If I go out there like this, he's going to know something's up.

I pull my hair back as best I can without a hair tie, the long strands refusing to stay put, and splash cold water on my face, hoping it'll help calm me down. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I'm going to see Detective Benson…

He bangs again, getting frustrated with my silence. "Come on angel, I'm sorry. Would you at least come out to spend sometime with your daughter?" he suggests. I finally get myself under control, and open the door slowly; using the anger I'd almost forgotten to mask the panic I'm feeling. I brush by him, going into the living room to where my daughter is; intent on having a good time with her.

But I really want nothing more than to puke on his dirty green carpet…

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