Chapter two -- This is how I feel
A/N: thanks to my first reader and reviewers! Just for you I put off sleep to continue the story just for you. I love reviews people. They give me a reason to keep up with my story. Also, I started thinking about people saying "Rick and Evie would NEVER forget their child like that." BUT ….just so you know this story is purely FICTION! ITS MADE UP! I DO NOT OWN ANYONE BUT ABIGAIL! I DON'T EVEN OWN HER LAST NAME! BUT I AM WILLING TO SELL HER TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER HAHA. JUST PLAYING.
Her heart was racing, her blood was boiling, her legs felt like they weighed about three hundred pounds each as she ran up the steps of her father's mansion. She took the first corner, which was a left, so fast she felt her shoes slide against the marble stone floor. Her tears had dried up and now were replaced with curses of rage towards her family members.
As she reached the dark wooden door that lead into her room she kicked it open with great force then before it could swing open all the way she grabbed it and with all her might, she slammed the door shut, making the paintings on her walls, and her mirror shake.
"Stupid no good bastards, mother fu.." She ranted out loud to herself (silencing herself on that last word) as she took her curly chestnut colored hair and pulled it back behind her head and out of her face. Reaching down to her nightstand she picked up a blue jewel incrusted hair clip her uncle had sent to her for her last birthday.
Once her hair was pinned back she grabbed a American baseball from the floor and started throwing it at the wall by the door, groaning to rambling to herself as she did so. "Dumb ass Alex," She growled tossing the ball at the wall with enough force that it bounced back to her. She caught it was ease and chucked it again at the wall. This was a form of exercise for her after all, well more of a stress release to be correct. "—always getting in the way of things." She went on not knowing her father had slowly cracked the door open making sure it was safe before he just barged in. "Attention hog," She growled throwing the ball once last time, but this time, at her lamp! The ball hit the lamp with such force that the lamp shattered.
Going up the steps after his daughter Rick could hear something banging against the wall. The sound grew louder when he got closer to her room. "I hope she not banging her head against the wall." He thought silently to himself as he reached the door that was now shut in his face. He glanced at the door and could see chips of wood missing from when she slammed the door shut. Also on the door he saw a shoe print, he couldn't help but smile at that. So much for prim and proper!
Reaching out and grabbing the gold door handle Rick gave it a silent twist and pushed the door open slowly, not going in. Oh lord no! He knew better than to just walk right on in a girls room. Found that out the hard way when Abigail had her first real boyfriend over. That was a sight that stuck with him forever.
Rick couldn't help but make a sickening face at the thought! Those images should have not been burned into his mind! Proof that God had a sense of humor. Snapping out of it, Rick slowly peeked his head in just in time to hear Abigail ranting about Alex. "Attention hog." He heard her growl followed by a loud glass shattering crash.
Once the noise died down a good bit Rick though it safe to enter the room. "Abbiegirl." He muttered walking into the room to see her lying stomach down on her large king size bed with the dark red sheets. He could tell by her sniffing and constant rubbing of her eyes, that she was crying. "Come on Abbiegirl," He pleaded, "you're mother and I are sorry we missed your graduation. We didn't mean to. Alex just needed our help."
"Of course he did." She spoke for the first time in months to her father. He was happy to hear her proper English accent slowly fading, but he was sad that her first words to him in so long were laced with bitterness and anger. "He always needs you to save his ass." She spoke again as Rick ventured deeper into what he called, dangerous territory, AKA his baby girl's room.
Rick sighed and sat himself down on the edge of the bed and reached out and started rubbing Abigail's back gently, praying her tears would stop. "I know we do a lot for him, and I'm sorry we haven't been there for you."
Abigail just scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's just not fair—"
"I know it's not fair Abbiegirl, but we have too look out for both of you." Rick said cutting Abigail off before she could get another word out. This however hit the right button with her.
Abigail jumped up from the bed and landed in front of her father. "No dad!" She yelled out in pure rage, a rage that frightened Rick. "I don't mean it's not fair you spend more time with Alex, I mean it's not fair that you cant even make one day about me. Not even a whole day, just three hours. You and mom cant even make that." She vented almost to the point of tears. "Not even when we were little."
"Bullshit!" Rick yelped jumping to his feet. "We made plenty of time for you when you were growing up, remember that birthday party…..the uh--uh--uh." He strutted while snapping his fingers trying to think of a time.
"When dad, my fifth birthday, where you and mom threw me that pool party?" Giving Rick a quick roll of the eyes she cleared her throat, "Let's go ahead and get this out of the way. Fifth birthday, he knocked all my presents in the pool and cried for hours cause he thought you and mom were gonna kill him. So you sent everyone home and you spent the night teaching him now to shoot. Seventh birthday, you took us to the park, but then Alex fell off the monkey bars and hurt his arm. Mom rushed us to the doctor and I spent my birthday sitting in my room ALONE painting a picture for you, which you later threw away. Tenth birthday, all I wanted was some pizza with you, mom, and Uncle Jonathan. Alex didn't like the pizza so we had fish and chips, which I hate! And the birthday to top all birthdays, get ready for this, my last birthday you FORGOT it! All I got was this hair clip from Uncle Jonathan! And I just wanted you and mom to acknowledge the fact I was alive." Once she finished her little speech she gave a loud sigh and glanced to her father. "Shall I keep bring up things from my wonderful child hood. "
Rick just sat somewhat in a daze as all these images of Abbie's birthday being ruined by Alex doing something or getting hurt. Rick felt his guilt shoot through the roof. "Abbie….I" He shook his head not knowing what to say to her now.
"What hurts the most dad, is when I looked out in the crowd today and saw all my friends moms and dads watching their kids with such pride. I glanced down to the seat you and mom should have had, and they were empty. I was embarrassed," She said as tears flowed down her face. "Embarrassed by the fact that you cant even make one simple stop. It hurt when the only people who cares enough to come see the biggest day of my life, is the butler." She muttered then just turned and rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her.
She jumped into her large tub and curled up in the corner, her knees to her chest, and her head resting on her knees she just sobbed wildly into her hands. She couldn't believe she finally had the guts to tell them how she felt. It only took her HOW many years.
Rick stood outside the door listening to her cries and he felt his heart completely break in two. Placing his hand to the door, he opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out but, "I'm sorry Abigail." But it was too soft to hear through the door so he just turned around and made his way out of her room. Not knowing what to say. He was trying his best to be a good father but no one told him how to handle one kids, let alone two. And to top that, a boy and girl only a few years apart! He was trying! Swear he was trying!
As he pushed his way outside the door and back into the hall way only to be met by his wife who a sad look on her face when she saw the tears in his eyes. "As you can tell, that didn't go well." Rick shrugged before taking his wife by the arm and leading her down the steps to his own private study. Guns were mounted on the wall, stuck in corners and laid out across any surface that wasn't covered with books or maps, which of course he never looked at. Books and maps weren't really his thing, shooting things was more his style.
"Where did we go wrong Evie?" He asked flopping down in his large leather chair with Evie carefully and gracefully sitting herself on the desk top in front of him. "I mean, we tired so hard to protect her from all the things we went through, and what Alex went through, with the mummies and the people trying to kill us. And all we did was send her off to school and pushed her to get top grades and special classes, we missed her whole life."
"Perhaps while we were trying to protect her and get her into the best schools we lost track of what mattered, her child hood was spent home alone or in all year round schools because we were always off raiding tombs, and with the war, and my book writings. I guess we were not here for her when she needed us." Evie explained as she crossed her arms over her chest. It made her sick to know she spent her only daughter's childhood in tombs or off on a crazy adventure.
"But we were for Alex. He dropped out of one school after the other." Rick sighed mentally kicking himself for all this. "And how come we didn't notice what we were doing until now?" His own frustration with himself was now starting to outweigh his guilt and sadness.
"Just being overly busy I suppose."
"That isn't an excuse."
Evie just sat silent for a few moments, as if trying to find a way to resolve what went wrong. "Just because we weren't there for her childhood doesn't mean we can't be there for her adult life." Rick just scoffed and shrugged. "I know! Spend the day with her!" Evil said her voice rising in excitement, "Just you two tomorrow, I'm sure she'll love that!"
"And what are we gonna bond over exactly?"
"Hell I don't care," Evie shrugged, "Oh! I know! Take her shooting, you and Alex love shooting. That way you two and bond over that and the next day I'll take her somewhere."
Rick thought it over for a moment and wrinkled up his nose, why did he think this would turn out badly? The whole day alone with his hostile daughter? "Ya know I think this a bad idea."
"Why? Because she's angry with us?"
"No I just don't want to be alone in the woods with her being this hostile towards me while she has a gun."
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter sucked so badly! I swear the next chapters will be funny. And I'm sorry for ANY TYPOS! I know there might be a few, but its really late and I'm in some pain so please forgive me. If anyone cares to be my spell checker let me know haha. Enjoy.