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Brotherly Love
By IWantAWerewolfToImprintOnMe
Chapter Nine : BFF's
Mitchie's POV
"Um...Hi, I'm Emilia, but call me Emmy." I said. She smiled. Shane kept holding my hand. "And this is my br - boyfriend Shane." It was still weird to say boyfriend aloud.
"Yeah, so...do you guys want pickles?" she asked. Shane groaned while I giggled.
"What?" she asked me, curious.
"Oh, please don't give Em pickles. She's like obsessed with them." Shane said, rolling his eyes.
I laughed, "Shane's just jealous that I love pickles more then him." He glared while Lizzie - Alex, I mean - laughed. He sighed and I smiled.
"Gary! Bring me pickles!" Alex said, smiling.
"Um...Alex, you...um...kind of don't look blind." I said, quietly. She laughed loudly.
"That's 'cause I'm not." she said, "My dad thinks I am. It's ... well...pickles!" she said, opening the jar, turning to us, "It's ...well, it started when I was born. I'm the eldest of the family. Then my sister Elizabeth, and then Timmy, my brother. Alexandra Selena, Elizabeth Jane, and Thomas John. We were the envy of every parent, we were so polite, so beautiful, so everything. I was tired of that. I didn't want to be that anymore. So then, when I was twelve we stole daddy's Porsche and went for a drive. We were in a car accident. Timmy died and Lizzie went blind. I was the only one that made it safely. Dad went mad trying to find her a cure for her blindness but it was impossible. Liz committed suicide in order to stop him from murder and kidnapping... but then...when she died...he thought...he still thinks that I'm Liz...which I'm not... 'Cause now I'm not perfect, now I'm a killer."
"That's a weird story." Shane said, looking at the pickles. I rolled my eyes at Shane.
"Shane, please, come on, stop being a baby." I said, laughing, He glared.
"NO! You know what "Alex"? I'm sick and tired of living here in the mall, scared of what's going to happen to me and Emmy! I'm tired of waking up to my guilt and knowing its my fault, okay!? It's all your fault and your stupid crazy dad!!!" Shane was screaming this in her face. She was calm, her face emotionless. Gary and another bodyguard were now in front of her.
"Step off," she muttered. They looked at her. "I said step off or else daddy's going to hear about this." she said, testing her power. They looked at each other and then stepped off. "Thanks." she said, going over to Shane and me.
"I'm sorry Shane. And I'm sorry Emmy. I know this is my fault. Don't you think I know how it's my fault that I'm responsible for my sibling's death? And for the people my dad has killed and kidnapped?" she took a deep breath. "Look Shane, I know you hate me because of everything I done. I understand. But try being in my shoes. I'm the daughter of some one that people use to love and admire. Now everyone hates and fears me... kind of like Bush's daughter...except for the fear thing... but anyways...no one can yell at me because they' know that my father will hear about it. No one wants to befriend me either."
She went down by us, whispering in our ears so they wouldn't hear.
"I feel horrible everyday and every time I see my father. But you know what? Once I turn fourteen, I am leaving. I am leaving this "shithole" and going with my godmother. I'll change my name to Selena and become rich and famous. My father will never be able to touch me. We can ignore each other or be friends. So I'm not putting up with this crap." she said, looking at him in the eyes.
Shane looked at her in the eyes. "Calm down princess. I don't care about your future. All I want is for Emmy to get out of here safely. Nothing more. If a friendship will guarantee that, then heck, we'll be BFF's. It's December tenth. I want Emmy out of here by Christmas."
Alex looked at Shane. She glanced at the bodyguards. "Shane, if you help me I'll help both of you. My birthday is next week," she bend down to whisper, "My dad is coming. I have a plan that we'll get us ALL out of here. But you have to remember to come back for me. Please."
I looked at her. "If I help you do I still need to get a birthday present for you?" she smiled.
"No, that will be enough until we meet again. And I hope we do, under better circumstances too." I smiled. That little "bicker" broke the ice and she ended up staying with us the whole day. She wants to be a singer too, and act. She is a good actress too. One of the best.
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(Italics mean that they are in Connie's house and that's them talking, not Mitchie and them.)
Connie's POV
"Alright. Well, in case we didn't inform you, Miss. Alex, the thirteen year old daughter of the mastermind of this plan, is on our side. She has a tracker device on her ear. We can hear and speak to her. We have the footage of yesterday. She and your children have met. They now have the same devices too. Here is the tape if you want it." the cop said, handing us the tape. I took it. Richard was still eyeing me.
"Thank you." Richard said, putting it on.
We all sat down while the cops fooled with the laptop.
"If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
Athousand miles
If I could Just see you..." Mitchie and Shane were both singing. Oh my god, my children! They didn't have any bruises, or sadness or anything that made them look bad. They were clothed and dressed and okay.
"If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
If I could
Just hold you
Tonight."
The song must of ended because everyone started clapping. "Alexandria Selena McFuzz is now starting the mission." she whispered while everyone started clapping. We couldn't see her but she was talking.
"Hi, I'm Lizzie." she said, walking to them, "The Boss's daughter... but please call me Alex."
"Um...Hi, I'm Emilia, but call me Emmy." Mitchie said. She smiled. Shane was holding on to her hand. "And this is my br - boyfriend Shane." She looked uncomfortable saying this.
"Yeah, so...do you guys want pickles?" Alexandria asked. Shane groaned while Mitchie giggled.
"What?" Alexandria asked her, curious. Tsk, Mitchie loved pickles. Shane didn't.
"Oh, please don't give Em pickles. She's like obsessed with them." Shane said, rolling his eyes.
Mitchie laughed, "Shane's just jealous that I love pickles more then him." He glared while Alexandria laughed. He sighed and Mitchie smiled at him.
"Gary! Bring me pickles!" Alex said, yelling to one of the bodyguards.
"Um...Alex, you...um...kind of don't look blind." Mitchie said, quietly. Alexandria laughed loudly.
"That's 'cause I'm not." she said, "My dad thinks I am. It's ... well...pickles!" she said, opening the jar, turning to us, "It's ...well, it started when I was born. I'm the eldest of the family. Then my sister Elizabeth, and then Timmy, my brother. Alexandra Selena, Elizabeth Jane, and Thomas John. We were the envy of every parent, we were so polite, so beautiful, so everything. I was tired of that. I didn't want to be that anymore. So then, when I was twelve we stole daddy's Porsche and went for a drive. We were in a car accident. Timmy died and Lizzie went blind. I was the only one that made it safely. Dad went mad trying to find her a cure for her blindness but it was impossible. Liz committed suicide in order to stop him from murder and kidnapping... but then...when she died...he thought...he still thinks that I'm Liz...which I'm not... 'Cause now I'm not perfect, now I'm a killer." Oh my God.
"That's a weird story." Shane said, looking at the pickles. Mitchie rolled her eyes at Shane.
"Shane, please, come on, stop being a baby." She said, laughing, He glared.
"NO! You know what "Alex"? I'm sick and tired of living here in the mall, scared of what's going to happen to me and Emmy! I'm tired of waking up to my guilt and knowing its my fault, okay!? It's all your fault and your stupid crazy dad!!!" Shane was screaming this in her face. She was calm, her face emotionless. Poor her she didn't even look shaken.. Gary and another bodyguard were now in front of her. I was surprised at Shane's outburst.
"Step off," she muttered. They looked at her. "I said step off or else daddy's going to hear about this." she said, calmly. She knew that they had to listen to her. They looked at each other and then stepped off. "Thanks." she said, going over to Shane and Mitchie.
"I'm sorry Shane. And I'm sorry Emmy. I know this is my fault. Don't you think I know how it's my fault that I'm responsible for my sibling's death? And for the people my dad has killed and kidnapped?" she took a deep breath. "Look Shane, I know you hate me because of everything I done. I understand. But try being in my shoes. I'm the daughter of some one that people use to love and admire. Now everyone hates and fears me... kind of like Bush's daughter...except for the fear thing... but anyways...no one can yell at me because they' know that my father will hear about it. No one wants to befriend me either."
She went down by them, whispering in their ears so the guards wouldn't hear.
"I feel horrible everyday and every time I see my father. But you know what? Once I turn fourteen, I am leaving. I am leaving this "shithole" and going with my godmother. I'll change my name to Selena and become rich and famous. My father will never be able to touch me. We can ignore each other or be friends. So I'm not putting up with this crap." she said, looking at him in the eyes.
Shane looked at her in the eyes. "Calm down princess. I don't care about your future. All I want is for Emmy to get out of here safely. Nothing more. If a friendship will guarantee that, then heck, we'll be BFF's. It's December tenth. I want Emmy out of here by Christmas." Wow. He really cares about her.
Alex looked at Shane. She glanced at the bodyguards. "Shane, if you help me I'll help both of you. My birthday is next week," she bend down to whisper, "My dad is coming. I have a plan that we'll get us ALL out of here. But you have to remember to come back for me. Please."
Mitchie looked at her. "If I help you do I still need to get a birthday present for you?" Alexandria smiled. That was Mitchie, always the peace-maker.
"No, that will be enough until we meet again. And I hope we do, under better circumstances too." Mitchie smiled. After that they started talking about other stuff. Music mostly. Turns out that Alexandria wants to be a singer/actress. She sang good and acted pretty well. Mitchie and her were very close and now they were going to be friends probably.
They sang one of Mitchie's songs and then acted out a Shakespeare's play, Hamlet, with a twist. Then a bell rang.
"That's Donald's signal. Now he's guarding them." the cop explained as Gary went away. "Now Alex will give Shane and Mitchie a device like hers. She's going to explain everything too." We turned our attention back on them.
"Alright you guys know that Donald's on our side, that he's a cop, right." she said, Mitchie and Shane nodded, "Okay so right now someone's watching us, a cop, and possible your parents. I have a thing in my ear that makes sure that they can hear and see us. Also they can talk to us." she handed them to little chip things. "Here, put them in your ears." They looked at each other and did what she said.
The cop looked at us. "Do you guys want to talk to them?" he asked us. I nodded, crying. He gave me this little mike.
"Mitchie! Shane?" I cried. They responded and we talked for an hour. The Alexandria started talking.
"Okay, here's the plan. My dad asked me to make a list of what I want for my birthday and all that. I will tell him I want the doors unlocked, a rocking band, and everyone down here. I will want pink balloons - Lizzie's favorite color - and a pink birthday cake and pizzas and sodas."
"You two will be my rocking band. Mitchie, I want you to write a song that tells everyone to go outside on the count of three, when we shout happy birthday to me. Then everyone will run outside where the cops will be waiting. Do you think you can do that?" Alexandria said. She nodded.
"I'll need pen and papers." she said. Alexandria nodded and wrote down on the list.
"I'm calling my dad today. He will deliver all the stuff tomorrow. My birthday is a week. Do you think you're ready?" she asked. The way she asked made it seem like a challenge. And both Mitchie and Shane could not resist a challenge.
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