Chapter 2: The House

A/N: Yea, I know this was supposed to be a Oneshot, but I decided I would make it a series of Oneshots about the little things we didn't know about Willie Loomis. Hope you enjoy it!

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Willie sat down for the first time all day. In fact, it was the first time in a long time that he was done with his work, Barnabas wasn't going to up for at least an hour, and he had some free time, all to himself. But the only problem was, he didn't know what to do.

He took a glance around the room and spied a notepad and pencil on the desk. He reached over and grabbed the items off the desk, and began to idly sketch a picture of the house he grew up in back in Brooklyn, New York.

The house was by no means fancy, but it wasn't a shack either. It was simple, on the outside the house was a blue-ish grey color, with a wood fence, fresh cut green grass, a big tree . . . an average home. On the inside, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a nice parlor-type room.

Willie looked at the paper, without looking at it. He began to sketch a little more wildly, drawing the picture exactly how he had remembered it.

Remembering the times him and friend would be running around outside the house, playing Cowboys and Indians, or going into the 'No Girls Allowed' tree-house. But good memories weren't the only things, there were bad ones that lingered like shadows . . .

Ever since Willie's mother had died, his dad started drinking . . . a lot. Which meant he'd beat Willie in a rage every night. Willie would go to school everyday bearing the marks of the night before, with all the teachers afraid to do anything about it.

One night, when Willie became old enough to defend himself, he dealt his father a hard right hook in the eye during a beating, packed his things and ran away, soon to run into man named Jason McGuire . . . who would become the beginning of his troubles.

Willie shook his head, and looked at the finished result, picturing the colors on the house and lawn as he did . . . why he chose to draw his house he didn't know.

He scoffed at his drawing, "Come on Loomis, ya can't draw well an' you know it." he muttered to himself. Just then there was knock at the door. He shot up from his chair, at the unexpected noise and looked out the window. It was Julia Hoffman. "Hullo, Dr. Hoffan." he greeted

"Hello Willie. How are things?" Julia asked as Willie held the door open for her and she stepped inside.

"Fine I guess. Barnabas wasn't up yet an' I was jus' . . . uh, sittin' and restin'." he replied

"Oh, I'm sorry I disturbed you! What's that in your hand Willie?" she asked, nodding toward the notepad his still had in his hand.

"Huh?! Oh, that . . . I was jus' doin' a little drawin' thats all."

Julia smiled, "Really? I didn't know you could draw! Let me see it." she said

"I-it's nothin' really . . . I'm not even that good."

"Oh stop, just let me see." she said, holding out her hand

"Well, alright." Willie muttered, reluctantly handing the notepad over to Julia.

"Oh Willie! This is wonderful! I guess there's a lot about you that I still don't know."

Willie nodded, "Yea . . . yea there's a lot about me that you don't know . . ."

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