**Yet again, I own nothing at all, except Louise and her family, thought I'd just post a quick short chapter to introduce her as a human being, do enjoy!**
The Bells
Louise Bell was a simple sort of person, for the most part, all she needed, all she ever really needed in the world was to be surrounded by her family and friends.
However. Money was nice. Her family understood the value of money and they never let the well run dry, there was never an opportunity for it to run dry, which had been seen to six years ago. Louise's dad was the best of the best at what he did. He would have done anything for his girls, moved the moon and mountains to see that they were happy, and still would, should a problem ever arise.
Darren Bell didn't see himself as a criminal, the extracurricular activities he once had partaken in in his youth (and occasionally came out of retirement for) was what he liked to call 'Robin Hooding'. The classic tale of taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Though he had gone straight years ago, back when Louise had just turned 21, he was an excellent conman, but needed to be there for his family.
He always said that he'd give up the game when he could properly provide for his family and keep them comfortable, which he had achieved. Happy with his lot in life, Darren smiled as he heard his daughter laugh on the other end of the line.
"Honestly dad, I swear I'm nearly on the verge of a mental breakdown every time he decides to come swanning into my lab! He's got this ridiculous thing he does where he touches my stuff, and you know how I get if everything's not in its proper place! And! To top it all off when he eventually got his results, they didn't match and he acted like a child throwing his toys out of the pram, before storming off and angrily muttering about not being able to trust saliva." Lou chuckled, fiddling with the curled telephone wire, taking a swig of her tea, happy to be telling her dad about how the events of the day panned out.
"Sounds like he's keeping you on your toes sweetheart, you know what I always say, make sure you're always kept on your toes-" Darren started, before getting cut off.
"-Because you'll never know when you'll have to scarper! I couldn't forget it if I tried, it's been ingrained into my brain since the age of 10. However, the family motto is quite redundant, seeing as it's been 5 years since I last picked a lock or cracked a safe. No scarpering for me, thank you very much daddy-dearest." Louise smiled, recalling the training sessions with her father at the tender age of 13, learning all about the different types of safes and locks.
"5 years?" Her father questioned. "Shouldn't it be 6?" He accused, with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.
A smirk spread across Louise's face. "What can I say, I was a struggling Uni student, and my then-manager was a grade A knob jockey. But don't worry dad, half of all profits commandeered was given to various charities." She explained, taking another gulp of tea.
"That's my girl." Darren beamed, "Anyway, I'll let you get on with whatever you had planned for the rest of the evening, and do try and pop in to come and have a visit when you can, don't be a stranger. Love you Poppet."
"Love you too dad, give my love to Mum and Becca, I'll try and make it down next week." Louise grinned, as she put the phone back on the hook. Some time back in Essex would be just what the doctor ordered.
Finishing her cup of tea, which her mother lovingly referred to as 'Milky Piss Water' on account of how weak she drank it, she carried the mug over to the sink, rinsing it out and placing it on the draining board. Looking to the kitchen clock, she decided that 8.37 was far too early to go to bed, she could however go and try on her new pyjamas and get comfortable.
Slippered feet shuffling into her bedroom, she made a beeline for the Asda bag sitting on her reading chair and pulled out the bundle of soft fluffy fabric and proceeded to try it on, heading for the mirror.
She grinned widely at the sight of her newly procured brown and pink Hedgehog adorned PJs, approving of the way it hung on her curved, 5ft4 and a half frame loosely. She pulled her tight ponytail out, letting her slightly wavy dyed black hair to fall to just above shoulder length; she ran a hand quickly through it to loosen it from its ponytail-moulded shape.
Louise's light blue eyes scanned her hair in meticulously with great detail, after deciding that her natural mousy brown roots would have to be eradicated immediately, and would have to buy some Live Colour XXL the next day.
The next feature under scrutiny was the baggage under her eyes, 'Maybe an 8.37 bedtime was called for after all?' she thought to herself. She had a fair complexion as it was, always had and the dark circles under her eyes were not helping in any way. "Pale as Casper the Friendly bloody Ghost you are girl!" Her dad used to joke affectionately.
Having had enough of assessing her physical appearance for one night, she stretched and made her way over to the CD tower in the corner of her room. After a whole minute's deliberation, she settled on The Smiths' album 'The Queen is Dead', a personal favourite of hers, as influenced from birth by her mother.
Placing the CD in the player, she skipped straight to 'Big Mouth Strikes Again', humming along as she plucked Michael J. Fox's autobiography 'Lucky Man' from her bookshelf.
Relaxing herself into her reading chair, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. Life was good. She was happy. She loved her job. She had amazing friends and the most wonderfully supportive family. At this particular moment in time, she wouldn't have changed anything. Not for all the money in the world.
Would just like to say a massive thank you to Ladey Jezzabella who at this moment in time is my first and only reviewer, thank you for the feedback and it's been taken into account and put in my mind palace for future and present reference! And thank you to anyone who's read this already and followed, you're all totally awesome!
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