~Chapter 6~
-Mia-
I've been dodging flying clothes for hours.
We left Willows and Maras at noon. We got back to the Rutters at 4 pm. It was all Arabella... And the mall... Yeah, the mall helped quite a bit. Of course, Arabella freaked out on Fabian about going. I just sat in the back smirking. I finally get her to eat something. Then she dragged me back into her room and now I'm being attacked by flying objects.
I finally look up when I hear a zipper being zipped. "Am I safe now?" I look at Arabella's Purple and light Blue zebra suitcase, that's basically bursting at the seems "shoot, Ara, how much crap do you need?"
"Two outfits a day, my hair tools and other essentials. Oh, and my bedazzler." Ara tells me
"Fabian!" I yell
A few seconds later, Fabian opens the door "what is it now?"
"Your daughter has a problem. With over-packing." I inform him
He chuckles and leaves the room
"Now, you!" Arabella squeals
"Me?" I pull out a bag from under Arabella bed, pre-packed " 'LA Idol' jeans? ✔️ check 'Forever Young' shirts, straight from Amber? ✔️ Check, Hair curler, mini-elastic hair ties, bobby pins, shampoo and conditioner, brush?' ✔️ Check , 'My low rise boots?' ✔️ check, 'other hygiene essentials' ✔️ Check... Done!"
"Your so boring!" Arabella complains
"No, I'm sane."
"Hey! I'm sane!"
"Your going over-board..." I tell her
"What if Nina's there?" Arabella asks
"Arabella Joy Rutter, no one has heard from Nina Martin in 18 years. I find it completely impossible for someone just to show up after that long..." I'm trying to let her down easy
"But, what of she really is my mom?" Arabella sits down by me
"18 years. She's been gone for 18 years. Your only 13. That's a 5 year difference." It was so hard to lie to Arabella, you have no freaking clue.
"I guess your right..." Arabella pouts
"I am..." I say sadly, "and it's ten o'clock. If were going to be on a train tomorrow, I suggest we get some sleep..." I climbed into the top bunk and Arabella found herself under her bottom bunk covers
I spent forever thinking. What if Nina really did come back? Would she recognize Arabella? The two names floated in my head forever... Nina Martin... Nina Martin... Nina Martin. I finally look at the clock 2:30 am. I look over the bed, Arabella is still asleep below me
"Ah, Screw it." I mumble and climb down the side of the bed
I tip-toe out of the room. I walk down the hallway and look into the living room the lights on, I see Fabian looking at his laptop, I try to turn around and leave without him noticing. I'm try to walk silently but, the floor squeaks.
"Amelia Roadline." Fabian calls out
"Dammit" I whisper
"It's not good to cuss." He tells me
"And it's not good to lie to your daughter." I lean against the doorway frame. I look at him, he's working on Mac, he has on his Oxford t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. He has something in his hand, he has wine... "Since when did you drink?"
"Since I have to grade 50 essays and my ex-wife might come back from the practical dead in two days." Fabian looks up
"She's not gonna come back. And even if she's not gonna move to wherever with this lady..." I tell him
"America." Fabian mumbles
"What?"
"Nina Martin lives in America." Fabian says more clearly
"I know Arabella. She wouldn't." I say
"Look, Mia, you don't know Nina. My Nina." He whispers
"Obviously, you don't either." I stand up straight and take his computer, sitting next to him
"What are you doing?" He asks
"ChripBook." I tell him, clicking away at his the keyboard "ah, ha! Here!" I click on a profile with the name, Nina Martin "is this her?"
"Yep. That's Nina." He sighs
She was pretty, long, dirty blonde, hair. I pretty smile, gorgeous eyes. "Okay, I can see why you married her. I can also see a light haired and differently colored eyed-Arabella."
He nods
"Let's she. Well, she's VP of some big architect company..." I scroll down "she's still single, looks like most of her life is dedicated to work, about 5 close friends. Not bad, Rutter, not bad..."
"Thank you?" He questions
"Yeah, no way she's coming back." I shut down the window and give it back to him
"Why?" He asks
"She's to busy. To much of a life going on at the moment." I tell him
"Well, it's three am, I suggest you get to bed." He tells me
I get up, sneak into Arabella's room, and quietly go to bed.