A Weekend in Seattle
Day 2
May 10, 2008
We are finally here. At the light blue house with the red door. The house I haven't seen since 9h grade, because I'd always go to someone else's house for vacation instead of here. It has a cute paved walkway lined with green hedges and red-pink trees. I haven't been here since Otis died. I always refused to come back, because there was no point in coming back without Otis.
I slammed the door of the car and ran inside. When I got to my old room, I ran to my bed and stared at the ceiling. My room was a pale yellow, and my bed sheets were blue with flowers on them. I got up and walked to the closet. I knew what I was headed for…the writings. My hand touched the doorknob and I was blasted with a thousand memories. I ripped it open and went right to the third shelf. The one a poor first grader had to use for her only escape. There was a box on that shelf, and my hands traced the familiar tin foil lining. I opened it, and inside were letters, trinkets, and pictures. I could tell you how many times I've had to hide this, but that'd be a waste. Let me just read you a letter.
Dear Whoever,
Mommy had too much to drink again. She's on the couch and she looks dead. I know she is not. She has too much a lot since daddy left. I don't know her anymore. She hits me and makes me cry a lot. I want daddy back. I miss his hugs. He was always better than mom, but don't tell her that. I got a new one today. She threw me down the stairs. I couldn't breathe and I was scared. Everything was black then I woke up. I was dizzy. Help me please. Give this to someone who can help me.
Quinn
I remember writing that letter. It was the first day she had ever thrown me down the stairs. I actually had a broken leg, and the school nurse gave me a cast. My mom took it off right when I got home from school.
I head a knock at my door. I hid my box, jumped back on the bead, and told whoever it was to come in. It was Morgan and Kelsi. Kelsi ran to me and cried in my shoulder. Morgan looked upset, but didn't really show it.
"We want to come to PCA with you." Morgan's voice sounded small and weak. And that's a lot to say since Morgan is usually the tougher one. I asked what happened. "We'll play a game to show you."
"It's called three truths and a lie." Kelsi explained the game, then we played. It was their turn first.
"1, We both have boyfriend's now. 2, We're asking mom and dad if we can go to PCA. 3, We've been discovered by a talent agency 4, Mom's started to abuse us, too."
Logically, I'm going to solve this. 1, We both have boyfriend's now. I wouldn't be surprised. 2, We're asking mom and dad if we can go to PCA. When they came to visit with dad, they said they couldn't wait to go…so probably. 3, We've been discovered by a talent agency. Woukdnlt be surprised…probably yes. Mom's started to abuse us, too. Whoa, did not see that coming. Can I say lie?? I mean, mom loves them, there's no way.
"Number 4 is the lie." I stated. This made Keli burrow back into my shoulder. Morgan was starting to tear up. She looked me right in the eyes and said;
"Actually… It's number 3."