Cursed or Unlucky
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Story to Read: Drowning Within (Jimmy Neutron) by LilTyphoon
Please Remember: This chapter is set six years from the last one.
Penance 12: The Time is Now
Libby parked her car and got out. It was nearly nightfall and she and Hillary exited the car. Libby and James had been divorced for four and a half years now. Libby had given James full custody of Candy. Her eldest daughter hated her. It was pointless forcing Candy to visit her when she seemed sickened by the very sight of her (Libby). Hillary grew up being shifted between her mother and father. At first it was six months each. Hillary was with her mother from March to August. Then her father had her from September to February. Libby being allowed to visit on Thanksgiving day and stay over from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day without protest. James was allowed to visit Hillary during Easter and certain days in July and August. Everything else was decided amicably between the two divorced parents. Hillary however got closer to her mom and now stayed with her dad in August and at certain holidays. The rest of her time was spent with her mom.
Hillary now nine wore thin-rimmed blue spectacles and was excited about entering High School her next school year. Some said she seemed so much like James in smarts but her mother in personality. It was often hard for others to believe that she was part black because she looked just like her father with white skin, brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hi Mr. Green," Hillary said as she saw her mother's friend.
"Good Evening Hillary," Forrester said formally.
"Germany's boring," Stuart muttered as he stepped out of the townhouse.
"You can have no tact when guest come can you?" Forrester asked annoyed.
"It's okay," Hillary said with a laugh, "he's a teenager after all," she said.
"All that stuff about still being a kid yet not an adult is crap," Stuart muttered, "want to help me with Japanese?" he asked her.
"Sure," Hillary said brightly, "that's why I'm sleeping over after all," she said and both went inside.
"I hope a year in Japan next school year will learn him manners," Forrester said frankly.
"He was supposed to go last year," Libby said formally.
"Well things happen sometimes Ms. Folfax," Forrester said to her.
Libby looked at him suspiciously.
"I keep my racism very low key here," Forrester said softly, "otherwise you wouldn't allow your daughter here."
"I allow my daughter here because she seems to have developed a close friendship with your son Stuart," Libby said.
"Well I offered you some clout in court years ago when I got you the best lawyers for your divorce," Forrester said innocently, "you after all had the allegations retracted and got my son released," he said.
"Candy didn't want anything to do with it," Libby said simply, "she said Stuart's absence made people ask questions," she recalled, "no one was buying the public statement that he physically assaulted Candy and got locked up for it," she reminded him.
"But you still took my money after you decided to drop the charges," Forrester countered.
"You didn't buy me," Libby snarled.
"I know, I'm just being stupid," Forrester said dismissively.
"I took it to take care of Hillary, I'm single now," Libby pointed out.
"Yes your husband remarried right after the divorce was official," Forrester recalled.
Libby gulped.
"Well he obviously found someone new," Libby said in a tight voice.
"But I wonder why move to Germany?" Forrester asked.
"It was far removed from my former life," Libby said and didn't explain further.
My parents hate me, the town thinks I ruined my marriage single-handedly, my daughter hates me and James got the house since it was his parent's home. I had a horrible time living with my parent's and an apartment was a burden after we divorced. Germany seemed furthest from it all. I know my parent's feel I sent my child to racist nation but that's dumb, Germany's changed. Hitler's been dead for years. Punkish Nazi wanna bes don't worry me. – Libby
"Well I came here to help teach my son about his roots," Forrester said with a shrug, "descendant of a Nazi general isn't bad in my book," he declared.
"Your book's for you and your kind alone," Libby said coldly, "keep my daughter out of your shit," she snarled.
"Wouldn't dream of dragging her into something she's not interested in," Forrester said wholeheartedly, "after all, she is the daughter of the great Libby Folfax, formerly Libby Neutron," he added.
Libby snorted.
"I made sure to get back my last name after that bastard left me," Libby said immediately.
"Well get home safely," Forrester said and turned to enter his home.
"My daughter's not interested in racism," Libby said proudly, "so don't try it."
"Your daughter's nine and about to enter high school," Forrester countered, "I doubt I can cloud or change her mind about or to anything," he told Libby.
"You got that right," Libby declared and left.
"Bye," Forrester said sarcastically and entered his house.
Forrester entered and went downstairs to the basement.
Sitting there were over twenty teens and kids in matching apparel. Two other adults dressed similarly stood on each side.
They all saluted Forrester the moment they saw him.
"I think our focus is on our newest inductee," Forrester said seriously, "Hillary," he said, "are you sure you're ready to get rid of black scum?" he asked.
"I already have half of that dirty shit in my blood," Hillary snarled hatefully, "I'm not going to allow it to infect the rest of the human race," she told him.
"You have the horse pills Stuart?" Forrester asked his son.
Stuart took out seven.
"One's powerful enough to almost completely de-fertilize a horse," Forrester said, "four will be enough for her Stuart," he told his son.
Stuart handed Hillary the horse pills.
"In the name of white power and Hitler!" Hillary declared and quickly swallowed them.
It was in the early morning in America and Sheen now lived in a commune. It was fun. He enjoyed the atmosphere, getting laid, and killing women.
"Sheen," a lady with a Swedish accent said brightly, "Sheen, dear," she repeated.
"What bitch?" Sheen demanded form upstairs.
"Bitch," the lady said and laughed, "you know my name is Sue."
Sheen groaned.
Guess I should be glad her English and common sense is lacking. – Sheen
Sheen got up, slipped on a pair of pants and went downstairs.
Standing there was a redheaded teenager he immediately recognized.
"Told you I'd come," Libian said superiorly.
By noon in London Carl exited the shower wearing a red robe. He walked to his room and lay quietly on the bed.
"What time is it?" Nick asked groggily.
"Noon," Carl said simply.
"My…!" Nick shouted and jumped up.
"I had it moved to tomorrow," Carl said calmly.
Nick fell back on the bed.
"Thanks," Nick said with a sigh of relief.
Carl crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Nick.
"It's been nearly six years," Carl whispered.
"Yeah," Nick sighed.
Carl laughed.
"What do we do for our anniversary?" Carl asked him.
"I could remind you that our marriage is more important," Nick teased.
"We already celebrated our marriage anniversary," Carl complained.
"Fine," Nick conceded, "but if you have those singers…." He started.
"Not this time," Carl agreed.
"Good," Nick said, "that falsetto is not a man's voice."
"Baby," Carl muttered.
Both started laughing.
"My god we're an old married couple," Nick said.
"Just be glad we're a married couple," Carl said and kissed him on the lips.
Nick smiled and kissed him back.
Done
James will be in the next chapter. So will Jim and Carolyn. Please read and review. And a special thank you to all those who've reviewed this far.