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Chapter two – different than the usual
A My Little Pony rerun played on Livia's TV in her small living room. Her 4 year old niece, Clementine, sat only feet away from the screen, waiting to find out if the flying castle would fall from the sky. Livia stood by the kitchen counter finishing making a peanut butter sandwich. Licking the peanut butter off her finger tips when she finished she then took the sandwich on a plate over to her niece.
"There ya go darlin'. Peanut butter, with no jelly, cut down the middle, no crust." Livia sat the plate on tray and gave it to Clem.
"Thank you." The little girl said politely while not taking her eyes off the TV screen.
"Aunt Livie, is going to do some work right now. So you just watch your show ok, sweetheart?" Livia said in sweet motherly tone.
"Ok, Aunt Livie" Clementine said looking up at her aunt with big shinning blue eyes.
As Livia walked toward the kitchen table where she had her laptop set up she passed her roommate, who was on her way out.
"Hey." Livia said. "Where are ya goin?"
Maggie put on a fake smile and turned to her friend. "I am going to the mall for a bit." Maggie could fool the world with her bright smile and quick lies. She gave off an appearance that enabled most people to judge her. She kept a cool face in light of any situation.
Without another word Maggie walked out of the apartment. Livia was left with a pain in her gut. She knew that some thing was wrong with Maggie and that she was up to no good. She was constantly lied to about it though. Livia let it slide, and made mental note to keep a closer eye on her dear friend.
Hours after Clem had gone back home Livia started to get ready for bed. A full moon's light shown through the thin living room curtains making the room glow a silver color. The sun no longer provided natural heat at that hour so the apartment had a chilling feel about it.
In jeans and a purple T-shirt Livia walked around her small home turning off lights and putting things away. Her wavy, dirty blonde hair hung below her shoulders. Her Chocolate brown eyes held a tired look in them. Livia's hard working hands cleaned the dishes by a small light provided above the sink. Suddenly Livia heard a knock on the door. It was too late at night for guests so Livia assumed it was Maggie who had lost her key. She opened the door without even looking through the peephole. Stunned, she looked straight into the blue eyes of a tall man. His shoulders sat at a slope, and his hair was just below his ears. His mouth remained pinched shut as if he was waiting for her to say the first words. Each of his hands rested in his pockets. He wore a tattered old, dark coat and blue jeans. Livia stood in the door way shivering from the night air.
"Do you need something sir?" She asked with a weak, tired smile.
"Yeah." The stranger answered in nearly a whisper. He bent his head down out of what would have appeared to be shame.
"Well, seeing as you are on my doorstep at a nearly midnight on a weeknight it must be rather important." Livia handled that as she did every situation she faced; in professional, polite manner. It made it easier for her to hide who she was and let the word see who they wanted to. "You are more than welcome to come in if you'll just tell me your name and why you are here."
"Name's James, and I am here to talk to you." Livia recognized the southern husky voice the moment he put together an entire sentence.
"You are that man from the library aren't you?" Livia noted more out of shear observation than shock.
Taking that as a welcome James walked inside the apartment.
"So What is it that you need?" Livia asked still lingering in the entryway.
James gave off the appearance that he was uncomfortable with the scenario taking place. His eye's shifted one way or another as if he was trying to avoid making visual contact with the women before him.
"Sir, I don't mean to sound rude but I would like to be going to bed, so if you wouldn't mind could you please tell me what it is you want."
James eye's finally settled and a wave of confidence rushed over him.
"Well, Pumpkin, I think you know some one that I would like to meet."
Livia quickly felt the past 5 years rush back to her. She stared James in the eyes and looked at the man she had only ever heard about. And something snapped; no longer did she uphold to a professional demeanor. Livia's rage and anger boiled over, She made a weak attempt to hide her fruseration that was she could carry on a conversation with the man.
"Sawyer." Livia said in a disgusted whisper. "James Ford. What the hell do you want you bastard?" Her eyebrows lowered and her eye's had dangerous air about them. Her tone took a turn for the worst that quickly let Sawyer know he better watch what he said.
"I need your help."
"Oh really? And just how may I help you Mr. Ford" Livia asked with utter sarcasm. There was a moments pause before James spoke, as if it was a struggle for him to say what he wanted to.
"I want to meet my daughter."
"And why the hell would I help you do that after what you but my sister and her daughter through, what would give you the idea that I would ever help arrange that meeting?"
"Listen, blondie. I never said I thought you would. But she's my little girl ok, I want to meet her; even if it's only one time." Sawyer's expression was one of pure helplessness. He was emotionally on the floor pleading for her help.
"All you'll have to do it have her over for a play date or something and I'll come over and say hi. It'll only be a minute."
Livia had heard all about the man who had broken her sister's heart. She heard all about the man who made her life worst than it had ever been. But she looked at the man who proclaimed to be Sawyer and she didn't see a con man, she didn't see a traitor. Although she never though she could, she saw in him a father who only wanted to see his little girl and let her know he was sorry.
James' was a man of confidence and standards. He ha his mind set on who he was. Livia could tell that he was out of his element.
"Ok." Was all she said as she looked the southern stranger in the eyes.