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Chapter 1: Change Number Uno!
I guess you could say that everything started to change when we moved. The reason we moved was because our neibours were starting to get suspisious. I could hardley blame them. I'd find it suspicious too if every night I heard my niebour's kids screaming in fear and pain. Please tell me you noted the sarcasm. It was why we moved but come on! How were they only just getting suspicious!?
Anyway, we move to a small town in the middle of nowhere. And we moved into a small house. It only had one bedroom. I know what you're thinking; WHERE THE HELL ARE ANGEL AND I GOING TO SLEEP!? Well, it was a small house, but it was two stories. So Angel and I had to sleep under the stairs like Harry Potter. Let me just tell you, I'm 14 and haven't seen no freaking Hoggworts invitation yet.
The house was simple. Red bricks, brown roof. White painted inside walls, simple funiture. Under the stairs was actually quite big. There was a single bed matress on the ground and it only took up half the space. Then there were two stacks of clothes, one was Angels and one was mine. On the bed we had an old woven blanket that hardley kept us warm and nothing else. At all. The only other thing in there was a torch - so we could actually see! - and a crumpled photo of Angel and I, taken on Angels 3rd birthday. Before everything went bad again. Every night Angel would stare at the picture and I would tell her stories about how our lives used to be. She was too little to remember. We could talk for hours. It was the most fun we ever had. Oh! before I forget. We also have a first aid kit in there too. We stole it from the bathroom. But there were like three in there so it didn't really matter.
Anyway . . . so we moved their and got our 'room' set up. Then came the hard part. I told Angel to wait in our room and she nodded, golden curls bouncing, while her blue eyes, filled with innocence, looked at me warily. She was six but knew enough to be twice my age. And I'm 14. Anyway, she did as I said and I set off in search for the kitchen.
I stood in the doorway unsure of how to proceed. I needed to know wheather we would be going to school or not. Jeb senced my presenc and turned to face me. "What do you want!" He was sobber, thank god! He was still mad, but he was less likely to hit me. "I was wondering . . . Will Angel and I be going to school?" I was prepeared to run if I had to. "Oh course you are!" He yelled. I finched. He stood up and walked over to me. "Do you think I want to see your face all the time!" It was then I noticed the half empty liquor bottle in his hand. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sobber either. With that he slapped me hard across the face. Then he walked off, up the stairs to his room and slammed the door.
I was alone in the kitchen. This never happened. I grabbed My messenger bag and Angels school bag and ran over to the cabnit. (A/N: spelling?) After putting a packet of chips in Agels and a Packet of chips in mine, I grabbed a loaf of bread. This could last us weeks!
When I arrived back at my room, I saw Angel staring saddly at the photo. "Hey Angel? Guess what?" I said smiling. She looked up and saw the bread. She grinned. I sat down on the carpeted ground and pulled the door closed. "And that's not all. We're going to school so I snagged these." I explained opening the school bags to reveal the two packets of potato chips. She jumped up and hugged me. "Who knows how long this is gonna have to last us but, it was worth it." It seemed only then that Angel noticed the red mark forming on my face.
"Do we have any concealer left?" She asked. I pulled three tubes out of my school bag and put them inbetween our clothing piles. Yea, so what if I stole them from our niebour. They were rich and if we didn't hide our injuries we would get even worse ones. Give me a break. I pulled two pieces of bread out of the plastic bag the loaf was in and handed one to Angel. We ate in silence.
When we were finished we decided it was time for bed. After crawling under the thin blanket Angel asked, "Can you sing for me?" I looked at her, bad idea. She was using Bambi eyes. These work on anyone - except Jeb, monster! - so of corse I gave in. "Fine I said. As she started driffting off I sung the onlyb lullaby I knew.
Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift featuring The Civil Wars:
I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Don't you dare look out your window, darling,
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's gone
Gone
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
La La (La La)
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
La La (La La)
Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound...
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh oh oh. [x7]
I only just finished when I drifted into a peacful dreamless sleep.