Hello, once again!

So this is Chapter 2, I'm taking advantage that today is Saturday to write since I know all my weekdays are hectic, hopefully tomorrow I'll post something again if I have nothing else to do.

Now you can enjoy Ana's point of view and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

ANA'S POV

As I killed the engine of my volks, Wanda, I took my time to breathe in the sweet smell of my old hometown. Even though I was only six when my mom decided it was time to move on to bigger and better things, I'd always wondered what it would've been like if we had stayed here.

Thinking of my mother always brought fresh tears to my eyes, but before I broke down inside my car, I grabbed a hold of the door handle and stepped out of the vehicle.

It was dark outside, pitch black actually, but the full moon looking down at me shone with great intensity over the barren streets. In front of me was the immense typical creamy white suburban house I'd come to recognize from all my childhood pictures. It had two floors and a beautiful front porch with a wooden swing, navy blue shutters accompanied the windows and a huge driveway with two garage doors were basically the only place not surrounded by breathtaking garden flowers.

Still a little shaken, I proceeded to make my way over the stoned path, up the front steps, to come to a stop in front of the ivory double doors. I sighed and absentmindedly contemplated whether to knock or ring the bell as an excuse to prolong this. I was very nervous as to who was going to open the door, my mother always said in case anything were to happen to her, I should always go to my godparents' house. The Kavanaughs were a household name as long as I can remember back in Georgia, my mother used to call Mrs. Kavanaugh every Sunday and talk for hours on end.

Attempting to put my breathing under control, I took another deep breath and pressed the doorbell with a shaky finger. I swallowed thickly when I heard footsteps approaching the entrance.

What if they don't want me? What if they decide I'm too much of a bother and left me to fend for my self, homeless and alone in Montesano, Washington.

I, however, didn't have enough time to rely on this thoughts, since in mere seconds the doors flew open and a tall middle-aged man stepped out wearing nothing but a blue bathroom robe. His ginger hair was dripping wet and his feet were bare against the tiled floor. Once he registered my shocked reaction to his lack of clothing, he let out a yelp and swiftly closed the door, leaving speechless on the front porch.

What the...?

All of the sudden the doors opened once again, only this time, a woman with short blonde hair as equally wet as the man's, with a kimono floor-length pink nightgown, stepped out. Unlike him, she wore a pair of sandals that matched the exact same color of her nightwear.

"A-Anastasia? Anastasia Steele?" Her voice sounded doubtful, but with just a hint of hope that prompted me to answer.

"Yes, um... hi." I replied awkwardly.

"Oh dear!" She exclaimed and attacked me with an unexpected hug.

Her kind embrace reminded me of the way my mother used to hold me when I was scared, or anxious, or just needed to feel her close to me. This lady smelled like fruity shampoo, which I'm sure was due to the shower I'd just interrupted. All too soon, she let go of me and ran inside, leaving me once again...in the front porch...alone.

A few seconds later she came dragging the man from before, only this time he was dressed in striped dark blue pajamas.

"Honey, this is Anastasia Steele. This is Carla's daughter." She gushed out excitedly.

The man's eyes grew big and then I was trapped between his arms in another warm hug.

"Anastasia! How you've grown!"

When he finally let go of me, I stuttered a hello and bit my lip nervously.

"Well, what are you doing here, child? Where's your mother? Surely she's not in that...car?" Mr. Kavanaugh said eyeing Wanda suspiciously.

Oh crap! They didn't know. Of course they didn't know, what was I thinking?

"I...um...the thing is...can I come in?" I said abruptly.

Mrs. Kavanaugh got a worried look on her face, but allowed me to step in without another word.

The inside of the house was simply impeccable. Everything an all-American suburban lot should be. We stepped into the ample living room, which was decorated in shades of light green and had a beachy feel to it. As I took a seat by a sofa, the Kavanaughs sat in the love seat to my right, eager to hear what I had to say.

"Well...um, Carla, uh...my mother. She, well, she's..." Before I could even get my sentence out, tears blurred my vision and I couldn't help but start crying under their concerned gaze.

Mrs. Kavanaugh immediately shot up from her seat and came to kneel in front of me.

"Sweetie, it's fine. Whatever it is, we'll fix it," she reassured me, "Honey, please bring me a box of Kleenex for Anastasia."

Immediately, her husband hurried out of the room, coming back with the box and handing me a bunch of clean white tissues.

"Y-y-you can't f-fix it!" I yelled miserably, "she's dead"

Mrs. Kavanaugh's jaw nearly hit the floor. She fell back on heels and started shaking her head while moisture filled her eyes.

"No, it's not true. That's not possible."

"It is true," I said much calmer now, "she's gone."

"How can that be?" Mr. Kavanaugh murmured in a soothing voice while he held his weeping wife in his arms.

"A car crash." I said just barely above a whisper.

"Were you in the car?" He asked with worry in his voice.

"No...I...I was alone in the house."

He nodded and stood from the floor while still keeping an arm on his wife.

"Anastasia," she began, "we are so sorry. I can only imagine all you've been through. And you're just a girl..." her voice started breaking again, "where will you go now?"

"Uh..." I bit my lip. How can I tell them the plan was for them to carry me as a burden? "Well, you see, I don't have any other relatives and my mom always said to come to you guys in case of any emergency so..."

"Oh!" understanding dawned on her, "well of course you can stay here, dear. Right honey?" She looked back at her husband.

"We'd like nothing more." He replied warmly.

And just like that, they welcomed me like a long lost child. We sat at the kitchen as Mrs. Kavanaugh served me a home-cooked meal like I hadn't had in a long while.

"So, Anastasia..." Mrs. Kavanaugh started to say.

"Please call me Ana."

"Of course, Ana. Will you tell us how you got here all the way from Georgia?"

"Well, my mom had left me some money on her bank account and I used some of it to buy a plane ticket. But before I got here I had to secure some type of transportation, so I located a guy on Craigslist that was selling an old volks for an unbelievable low price and I immediately bought it. When I got out of the airport the man was waiting for me with the car, then I handed him the cash and I drove here."

"Somehow I don't think the price was that unbelievable." Mr. Kavanaugh muttered.

"Hey! It was the best I could do in such a short notice! And her name is Wanda." I clarified defensively.

He just raised his hands in surrender and dropped the subject.

After I assisted Mrs. Kavanaugh with the dishes, the couple showed me to a room on the second floor where I could make myself comfortable. I told them my luggage was in the trunk of my car and they helped me bring it up.

Once I was alone inside the biggest room I'd had in my entire life. I took a chance to just breath in and out, getting my emotions under control before slipping under the covers of the bed, ready to be taken to a dreamlike place with no worries or death.

So, how was that?

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