Steve had awoken first, and had started unpacking the kitchen supplies into the kitchen. He didn't bother to wake up Pricilla because she had enough on her hands as it was, and she was the one with the harder job here. She mostly takes care of Layla and Marcia, while he's off doing his buisness work, and she stays at home doing her work in an home office. She deserved a break and deserved to nap as long as she would like. Should I make the dinner then? I'm sure I can... I just need to go to the store and buy some ingredients for some chilli or something. However, I should leave Pricilla a note in case she wakes up... Steve quietly mummbled to himself as he placed the sharp kitchen knives into the knife case.
He wrote out the note and placed it on the kitchen counter, where she would think the car keys were, and then went upstairs to check on his daughters. Peeking his head into Layla's door, he saw that she was also asleep; she had fallen asleep unpacking her room. Steve quietly shut the door and walked down the hall and peeked his head into Marcia's room and saw that she was organizing her already unpacked room. Removeable wall stickers were all over the walls already.
"Hey Sweetie, Daddy was going to go to the store to go make dinner, would you like to come along for a ride? I would take Mommy and Layla, but they are both asleep." Marcia rubbed her chin in thought, as she tapped her colored pencil case.
"Hmmm... okay, I'll go to the store with you Daddy." She put her pencil case down and walked to her door and followed Steve down the stairs. I wonder if I should tell Daddy about the strange man that was standing in our yard. Layla's words rung in Marcia's ears, Don't tell them! Marcia didn't know what she was supposed to do, tell her parents, or not tell her parents. She followed her Father out the door and into the car. The sun was hanging in the very late afternoon sky, and the sky had a nice bluish pink to it.
The long winding road to get to the main roads seemed to drone on forever and ever in Marcia's eyes. Then again, she is a kid and they tend to get very impatient. She glared out the window, looking into the forest that was growing darker and darker it was almost hypnotizing. "Crap!" Her father slammed on the breaks and the car bumped something. Marcia shook out of her revere and looked at her father who was sitting stunned in the front seat.
"What happened Daddy," she tapped her father on the shoulder, snapping him out of shock, "Did we hit something?" Without uttering a response, her father unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. She remained in the car as she watched her father kneel onto the ground and check something furry that was covered in blood, but it was still breathing; maybe he hit a dog. Why would there be a puppy out here in the forest... Marcia unbuckled her seat belt and crawled out of the car and went to see what her father was looking at. It indeed was a puppy, looked about one years old, and by the look of it her father had broken it's leg and a few ribs.
"He ran in front of the car. Quick, Marcia go get your jacket from the trunk and place it in the backseat with you. We are taking him to the vet, then we are going to go get dinner." Doing as she was told, she ran to the drivers seat and pressed the trunk button, then she ran to the back of the car to retrieve her jacket.
"Marcia..." an ominous voice softly called out to her. It seemed to be directly behind her, but when she turned around, no one was behind her. It continued, "Marcia...come play with us..." The forest?
"MARCIA HURRY WITH THAT JACKET! Hes not going to last long if you just stand there." Her father bellowed, picking up the whimpering dog. She grabbed her jacket and closed the trunk, pushing the voice out of her mind and laid it in the back seat with her.
