Quote of the day: Jimmy Dickens: Shoot low boys, their riding Shetland Poinies!
Kat opened the door to her house and Bert was standing there, arms folded across his chest and he had a scolding look on his face.
"Hey dad, you look taller than usual." She said, trying to improvise. She hid the bag containing the dress and gloves, which they had found later on, and awaited her father's punishment for not being back within the two hour curfew she had.
"Kat, I just don't want anything bad to 'appen to yo. I love you to much, you are after all my daughter. And if anything 'appened to you, I couldn't live with myself." He said.
"Dad, you're going to have to let go of me one of these days," She started she stopped when she saw how hurt her father looked, "but that won't be for a while, you're stuck with me, no matter wot." She said, making fun of his accent again.
"All right, all right." He said flicking her on the back of the ear like he always did, and she stuck her toungue out at him.
"Lordy lordy, well dad, I've got to go and put something away." She said remembering the dress. Mary had washed it before she sent it off with her, so it was all ready to be worn when she went to a play or something.
When she got up to her room, she hung up the dress and held onto her necklace. She then looked into the mirror and dropped it quickly. The blue amulet was shining brightly, it never did that before.
She yanked it from her neck and threw it on the bed. That thing was possesed. "All right, you just magically start shinging when my mother shows up, what's up with that?" She asked as she hung her dress up.
She opened the window and sat on the cill, staring out at Greenwhich, imagining what it must've looked like a long time ago. A robin was sitting on the tree outside and Kat smiled at it. It sang a song and then flew and perched on Kat's shoulder. It whistled again, and it sounded like a tune that Kat had heard, somewhere before. She thought and then whispered "A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Kat was awakened from her trance by someone yelling from the street below.
"Miss Katrina! Miss Katrina!" It was Mary's servant, Roberson.
"What do you want?" She yelled back and the bird flew away terrified.
"Your mother wishes to have you and your father over to eat dinner this evening, say 7." He yelled back.
"Tell that to him, not me, the only choice I have in this house is what to wear." She teased and he smiled at her.
"Very good ma'am, I shall." She saw him walk around the house, and she heard the door ring.
"This should be quite intersting." Kat said as she sat at her computer and uploaded the pictures she had drawn on DeviantArt and Myspace.
"Is she daft?" Bert asked Roberson a few moments later.
"No sir, she just wants to get to know her daughter, I 'eard 'er mumbling something about how you'd said she'd never know her like you did, she was very angry sir." He said.
"Yeah, well, she can get over it, the last time she left, was the last time she ever 'ad my heart, now I've got my daughter, and that's all I need, at least I know she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye." He said as he leaned up against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, and Roberson just glared at him.
"Sir, you do not have to come, just let her, after all, Miss Poppins has something to show her, it seems to be very important, I don't even know what it is." He said.
"I'll think about it, and Roberson, quit calling me sir, just call me Bert like you did in the old days." He said.
"Yes si- I mean Bert." He replied smiling. He tipped his head as if he were going to bow, and walked out.
"Like I'm really going to let 'er go back there." Bert said as he headed upstairs, to talk to Kat, who was trying on her new dress and trying to think where she would wear it.
She heard the footsteps from a mile away, she had to hurry. She ripped the dress off quickly and tossed it in the closet, she threw the glove things into her sock drawer. Then she realized she was in her bra and boxer shorts, that would be embarissing. She grabbed a long shirt and threw it on quickly, and pulled on a pair of lose pants, that just seemed to appear out of no where. She then fell onto the floor, she was give out, then her father came in.
He saw her panting on the floor and he tried not to laugh. "Uh, Kat, why are you on the floor?"
"I thought I could fly, and jumped off the chair, turns out I can't and landed here, amazing ain't it?" She asked as she held up her arms as if giving up.
"Very nice you dolt." He said as he helped her stand up.
"I thought so." She said as she pretended she was dusting herself off.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about going to see your mother this evening." Bert said as they sat down on her bed.
"Really? You'd go to? Without fighting?" She asked as she perked up.
"Maybe, but you must know, she did abondon you a very long time ago." He said as he put his hands on her shoulders.
"Dad, a really long time ago? I'm 16 not 100." She said smiling.
''You're not far off." Bert thought.
"Well, are we going to get to go? Please dad, PLEASE!?" She begged.
"All right all right, but just know, if we fight, it's 'er fault." He said as he got up and left her room.
"Yes!" She said as she jumped up and down on the bed. Tonight was the night, she was going to get them back together, or maybe not?
Kat jumped off her bed and locked her door, she was going to get changed and did not want any unexpected visitor entering while she did so. She then walked the short distance to the vanity. She put her hair into a ponytail and fixed up her face, and then it donged on her. Why was she being so kind to Mary, after all she'd put her through? She abondoned her when she was small and defenseless, and she didn't even tell her father that she was alive. It was a surprise he didn't know, come on, who wouldn't notice a pregnant woman huh? They're right up there on the noticeable list with Michael Jackson.
She dug her nails into the wood, scratching it, as she thought about how her father must've felt. She'd left him. How could she? Why would she? Something was indeed wrong. Kat looked up at her reflection, she could see Mary looking back at her. She was now angry at that face, she'd hurt her, and of course her father. With a quick flash, Kat slammed her fist onto the mirror, and it broke.
"I hate you! Why did you do this to me?! How could you do this to me?!" She started crying. She rested her head on the now glass covered desk and sobbed until Bert literally broke the door down to get into where she was.
"Kat?! What 'ave you done?!" He yelled and then he heard her crying. His babygirl was crying. To a parent that is the worst sound in the world. He gently put his hand on her back and she jolted upright.
"Dad, I'm sorry!" She said as she turned in her chair and hugged his waist, like she did when she was little.
"Kat? What happened?" He asked.
"I hate her dad. I realize what you must've gone though when she left you. I don't want to go over to see her dad, let's let it be just you and me, like it was before that nightmare walked into our lives." She said as she sobbed into his shirt.
Bert looked up at the ceiling and made up his mind "Better now then never." He muttered. "Kat, we have to go see your mother." He said kneeling down and looking at her in the eye.
"Why?" She asked as she dried her tears.
"Because, she has something important to tell you, and as do I." He said.
"What?" She asked, she was confused.
"Kat, I don't want you to think I'm crazy or anything, but, I am not as old as you think I am. I am actually over 100." He said and Kat just stared at him with her mouth wide open.
Cliffy, and sorry if it seems that Kat is bipolar, but I kinda tried to make it when she finally thinks the whole thing through, because, well, as we've seen all ready, she doesn't think many thnigs through, anyway, till the next chapter! Bye!
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