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You Found Me.
Guys! I'm sooo sorry I haven't been writing lately. My computer didn't let me enter quotes, but finally it works (:
"What happened to you?!" Peter ran up to me as I was laying on the hard, cold bed in the nurse's office. "Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine... I just thought I saw something..." I smiled at him, barely curving my lips. My eyes glittered with tears that refused to fall.
"I have to ask you something..." He took my hand and interlocked our fingers. My heart skipped a beat and it almost felt like it would pop out of my chest.
"Yeah, sure, anything." I acted casual.
"Do you mind if I go on a little date tomorrow?" He smiled with pity, seeking for an answer in my expression. I moved away from him a little and turned my head to the side.
"Why would I care about what you do tomorrow?"
"Because we had plans to hang out, right? I was thinking we can move those to the day after."
"Okay, have fun." I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes. I felt Peter's presence disappear, and the room was awkwardly silent. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I heard someone flutter past the door. My eyes popped open, and scanned the room. "Peter?" I called out.
"No, not Peter. But he's a cute one." I heard this terrifying voice. My muscles tensed up and I felt throw up rising in my throat.
"How did you find me?" I painfully whispered.
"Baby girl, you're all over the news! What a star, I must say... bravo!" He chuckled and took a few steps closer, showing his scarred face. "Do you want to hear a story?"
I nodded, thinking of a plan in the mean time.
"I had two daughters. They were beautiful. They had the perfect small bodies, and gorgeous faces. They looked a lot like my beautiful wife," he sat down in a plastic red chair across the room. "One day, I got very angry at my oldest daughter. I hit her and she ran away, but not for long! I found her and stabbed her. After that, I moved into a hotel and lived a new life."
"You're sick." I spat out at him.
"And you're beautiful. Come home," he ran over to me and grabbed my arms. I screamed and heard footsteps running to the rescue.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Drew held up his phone, dialing 911. I smiled in his direction, as the man let go. He whispered one last thing in my ear before he ran out of the door. "Are you okay, Kor?"
"I'm fine, thanks for helping me Drew." I stared into his eyes, as he stared back, piercing through my soul. He moved closer to me and planted a tiny kiss on my lips. Shocked, I stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Wow..."
It's short, but I'm back! ;D
Guys! I'm sooo sorry I haven't been writing lately. My computer didn't let me enter quotes, but finally it works (:
"What happened to you?!" Peter ran up to me as I was laying on the hard, cold bed in the nurse's office. "Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine... I just thought I saw something..." I smiled at him, barely curving my lips. My eyes glittered with tears that refused to fall.
"I have to ask you something..." He took my hand and interlocked our fingers. My heart skipped a beat and it almost felt like it would pop out of my chest.
"Yeah, sure, anything." I acted casual.
"Do you mind if I go on a little date tomorrow?" He smiled with pity, seeking for an answer in my expression. I moved away from him a little and turned my head to the side.
"Why would I care about what you do tomorrow?"
"Because we had plans to hang out, right? I was thinking we can move those to the day after."
"Okay, have fun." I pulled my hand away and closed my eyes. I felt Peter's presence disappear, and the room was awkwardly silent. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. I heard someone flutter past the door. My eyes popped open, and scanned the room. "Peter?" I called out.
"No, not Peter. But he's a cute one." I heard this terrifying voice. My muscles tensed up and I felt throw up rising in my throat.
"How did you find me?" I painfully whispered.
"Baby girl, you're all over the news! What a star, I must say... bravo!" He chuckled and took a few steps closer, showing his scarred face. "Do you want to hear a story?"
I nodded, thinking of a plan in the mean time.
"I had two daughters. They were beautiful. They had the perfect small bodies, and gorgeous faces. They looked a lot like my beautiful wife," he sat down in a plastic red chair across the room. "One day, I got very angry at my oldest daughter. I hit her and she ran away, but not for long! I found her and stabbed her. After that, I moved into a hotel and lived a new life."
"You're sick." I spat out at him.
"And you're beautiful. Come home," he ran over to me and grabbed my arms. I screamed and heard footsteps running to the rescue.
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Drew held up his phone, dialing 911. I smiled in his direction, as the man let go. He whispered one last thing in my ear before he ran out of the door. "Are you okay, Kor?"
"I'm fine, thanks for helping me Drew." I stared into his eyes, as he stared back, piercing through my soul. He moved closer to me and planted a tiny kiss on my lips. Shocked, I stared at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Wow..."
It's short, but I'm back! ;D
You Found Me.
three years later :D
I stood there on my block, looking at the clouds. I heard the noisy bus turn the sharp corner and stop right in front of me. I jumped up the stairs and went to the back, to sit with Drew. He smiled at me and nodded a hello. I nodded back and pressed pause on my iPod.
After the whole thing with that man going to jail, I moved into a Foster Care building, in the same town as Drew. They wanted to take me as far away from the hotel as possible. Turns out, my parents were killed in a car "accident" and my little brother, who was born when I was kidnapped, lives with me. He's two years old, and I'm raising him like he's my only priority.
"How are you this fine morning?" Drew asked, as we took another stop. His girlfriend, Becky, came on board and rushed to the back. Her blonde hair was tied back and her bangs were put in the front. She wore a purple off the shoulder sweater with skinny jeans. Drew got up and hugged her, falling back into the seat. He kissed her on the lips and smiled into her eyes. He was really in love with her.
"Hey.. you!" she pointed to me. You think she'd remember my name after three years...
"My name is Kory." I reminded her. She nodded and pretended like she cared. This kid named Opeeta (we call him Peter) came on the bus. We always laughed and made fun of his name, saying "OH Peeta! Don't be silly." He was gorgeous; with blonde hair in a skater style, a six pack, and blazing blue eyes. We kind of had a thing for each other.
"Oh Peeta!" Becky called out. She gave him a little hug and he sat right next to me, hugging me also.
"Don't be silly." I smiled and stuck my tongue out. He pinched my cheeks and traced the scars. Just like he always did... every morning. Everyone knew the story, so they were nice to me; except Becky, who thought I would steal her boyfriend. Sorry honey, but he was my hero before he was your boyfriend.
Once we got to school, my close friend Skyler (brown short hair, green eyes, nice body) came up to me and Peter.
"Hey guys!" he said, giving Peter a high five, and giving me a one armed hug.
"Sup." I pretended to be all cool. He laughed and waved as he walked into class. I looked down the hallway and squinted. A man was standing there, with a shiny thing in his left hand. I rubbed my eyes and stopped.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked.
"Opeeta, Go to math class." I said, pushing him into the door and walking down the hallway in some sort of trance. He followed me, staring at what I was walking to. The man smiled and I stopped short. It was him. He was back.
I screamed and fell to the floor, covering my face. The last thing I remember, was hearing kids talking about my past, and the principal, yelling to call an ambulance. Nothing was wrong with me, I was just scared. So scared I couldn't move.
The figure was gone.
three years later :D
I stood there on my block, looking at the clouds. I heard the noisy bus turn the sharp corner and stop right in front of me. I jumped up the stairs and went to the back, to sit with Drew. He smiled at me and nodded a hello. I nodded back and pressed pause on my iPod.
After the whole thing with that man going to jail, I moved into a Foster Care building, in the same town as Drew. They wanted to take me as far away from the hotel as possible. Turns out, my parents were killed in a car "accident" and my little brother, who was born when I was kidnapped, lives with me. He's two years old, and I'm raising him like he's my only priority.
"How are you this fine morning?" Drew asked, as we took another stop. His girlfriend, Becky, came on board and rushed to the back. Her blonde hair was tied back and her bangs were put in the front. She wore a purple off the shoulder sweater with skinny jeans. Drew got up and hugged her, falling back into the seat. He kissed her on the lips and smiled into her eyes. He was really in love with her.
"Hey.. you!" she pointed to me. You think she'd remember my name after three years...
"My name is Kory." I reminded her. She nodded and pretended like she cared. This kid named Opeeta (we call him Peter) came on the bus. We always laughed and made fun of his name, saying "OH Peeta! Don't be silly." He was gorgeous; with blonde hair in a skater style, a six pack, and blazing blue eyes. We kind of had a thing for each other.
"Oh Peeta!" Becky called out. She gave him a little hug and he sat right next to me, hugging me also.
"Don't be silly." I smiled and stuck my tongue out. He pinched my cheeks and traced the scars. Just like he always did... every morning. Everyone knew the story, so they were nice to me; except Becky, who thought I would steal her boyfriend. Sorry honey, but he was my hero before he was your boyfriend.
Once we got to school, my close friend Skyler (brown short hair, green eyes, nice body) came up to me and Peter.
"Hey guys!" he said, giving Peter a high five, and giving me a one armed hug.
"Sup." I pretended to be all cool. He laughed and waved as he walked into class. I looked down the hallway and squinted. A man was standing there, with a shiny thing in his left hand. I rubbed my eyes and stopped.
"Are you okay?" Peter asked.
"Opeeta, Go to math class." I said, pushing him into the door and walking down the hallway in some sort of trance. He followed me, staring at what I was walking to. The man smiled and I stopped short. It was him. He was back.
I screamed and fell to the floor, covering my face. The last thing I remember, was hearing kids talking about my past, and the principal, yelling to call an ambulance. Nothing was wrong with me, I was just scared. So scared I couldn't move.
The figure was gone.
With or Without you.
"Why are YOU here?"
I asked, pointing at my mom. Brandy looked at her stuffed bunny
and whispered something. A purple circle on her face linked to
another, and they made a short line. Bruises.
"Darling, your father is nuts." she shook her head, letting a few tears go down her stiff face.
"I know. He hit me, remember? You were there, watching it like nothing was happening!" I grabbed Brandy and held her in my arms as I sat on the hard hospital bed. "And I suppose you did the same to her, right?" I looked at Brandy.
"You don't understand. He hits me too, Grace." she lifted up her sleeve to reveal cuts, scratches and bruises. I shook my head and looked down.
"You didn't even help me..." I whispered, holding in my cries.
"I tried, but you just don't get it..." she hid her face behind her hands.
"You didn't try."
"Don't accuse me of not trying! I stood up for you EVERY SINGLE DAY. I got hit instead of you! And now your father moved to some sort of hotel."
"I don't care what he's doing." I looked away.
"What if he starts hurting other people?" she stared at me.
"What makes you care now? You would just stand there and watch anyway." I mumbled
"Last straw. I came here to resolve things and now you make me feel like the worst mother ever!"
"YOU WATCHED ME GET ABUSED!" I screamed. A nurse rushed in and took a good look at the situation. Brandy let out a sharp yell, and got out of my grip, running outside of the room. The nurse ran after her.
"I'm sorry, honey." she touched my arm as she grabbed her coat. "I just want you to come home." she said, and left.
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I had a home, and going back there was never going to happen. But my mom was right, what if he started hurting other people? What if he just goes completely crazy and we're to blame for not turning him in? I thought it over until Mason walked in, staring at me. I ran into his arms and hugged him, like he was the last thing I would ever hold. I realized now, that I needed him.
"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, throwing his backpack on the couch.
"My mom came to the hospital today before I got released. She wants me home." I winced.
"And... are you going home?"
"No way! I'm staying right here, with you." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him into the bedroom. I knocked him onto the bed and lay there with my head on his chest. "Do you think your dad would like me?" I asked, randomly.
Mason stared at the ceiling, and slightly smiled, without knowing I saw. "I think he would've loved you." he kissed my forehead. "Just like I love you." I was about to answer back, but the news caught my attention.
The headline read:
MISSING SIX, TEN AND THIRTEEN YEAR OLD! NAMES ARE KORY, KOLIE, AND KORISSA. MAJORED HOTEL WAS WHERE THEY WERE LAST SEEN. IF YOU SEE THEM, CONTACT 1800-FOUND IMMEDIATELY. THANK YOU.
I covered my mouth and let tears roll down my cheeks.
My dad moved into the Majored Hotel. What if he kidnapped those poor kids?
Do you guys get it? The stories are linked. This one comes before the other. I just thought of it now, haha. (:
"Darling, your father is nuts." she shook her head, letting a few tears go down her stiff face.
"I know. He hit me, remember? You were there, watching it like nothing was happening!" I grabbed Brandy and held her in my arms as I sat on the hard hospital bed. "And I suppose you did the same to her, right?" I looked at Brandy.
"You don't understand. He hits me too, Grace." she lifted up her sleeve to reveal cuts, scratches and bruises. I shook my head and looked down.
"You didn't even help me..." I whispered, holding in my cries.
"I tried, but you just don't get it..." she hid her face behind her hands.
"You didn't try."
"Don't accuse me of not trying! I stood up for you EVERY SINGLE DAY. I got hit instead of you! And now your father moved to some sort of hotel."
"I don't care what he's doing." I looked away.
"What if he starts hurting other people?" she stared at me.
"What makes you care now? You would just stand there and watch anyway." I mumbled
"Last straw. I came here to resolve things and now you make me feel like the worst mother ever!"
"YOU WATCHED ME GET ABUSED!" I screamed. A nurse rushed in and took a good look at the situation. Brandy let out a sharp yell, and got out of my grip, running outside of the room. The nurse ran after her.
"I'm sorry, honey." she touched my arm as she grabbed her coat. "I just want you to come home." she said, and left.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
I had a home, and going back there was never going to happen. But my mom was right, what if he started hurting other people? What if he just goes completely crazy and we're to blame for not turning him in? I thought it over until Mason walked in, staring at me. I ran into his arms and hugged him, like he was the last thing I would ever hold. I realized now, that I needed him.
"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked, throwing his backpack on the couch.
"My mom came to the hospital today before I got released. She wants me home." I winced.
"And... are you going home?"
"No way! I'm staying right here, with you." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed him into the bedroom. I knocked him onto the bed and lay there with my head on his chest. "Do you think your dad would like me?" I asked, randomly.
Mason stared at the ceiling, and slightly smiled, without knowing I saw. "I think he would've loved you." he kissed my forehead. "Just like I love you." I was about to answer back, but the news caught my attention.
The headline read:
MISSING SIX, TEN AND THIRTEEN YEAR OLD! NAMES ARE KORY, KOLIE, AND KORISSA. MAJORED HOTEL WAS WHERE THEY WERE LAST SEEN. IF YOU SEE THEM, CONTACT 1800-FOUND IMMEDIATELY. THANK YOU.
I covered my mouth and let tears roll down my cheeks.
My dad moved into the Majored Hotel. What if he kidnapped those poor kids?
Do you guys get it? The stories are linked. This one comes before the other. I just thought of it now, haha. (:
With or Without you.
The doctors rushed me into the OR, talking to each other so fast that I couldn't understand a thing. I remember looking up at the ceiling and thinking about Annie. She was probably watching over me right now, smiling with her family.
"We have to put you to sleep for a little bit, honey." a lady with bright red hair looked me in the eyes. She held up a mask and put the strap around my head. She gently put the mask over my nose and mouth, leaving my eyes to wander. It was all going well, until I started to lose my breath. I panicked a little, but felt a drowsy feeling wash over me. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I woke up in agony. The pain was unbearable, and I felt paralyzed. A nurse was across the room, writing something on her clipboard, when she heard me try to speak. She looked outside of the door and motioned for someone to come inside. In came Mason.
"Hey beautiful." he touched my hair, brushing it out of my face.
"Hi..." I found my voice through the pain.
"I'm not going to make you talk if it hurts you. So relax. I just came to check up on you, but I have to go to school soon."
"What time...?" I tried asking.
"Four in the morning." he smiled a little. He stayed in the hospital all night waiting for me.
"I love you." I whispered, as he kissed my forehead and walked out, looking back to smile at me; making me smile. The nurse adjusted my pillows and the stiff blanket. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
It was 3 in the afternoon when I woke up. I slowly got up out of the bed, noticing that the IV were taken out of me. I walked into the hallway, and stared at the bright light. I rubbed my eyes, and walked to the cafeteria. I ate a turkey sandwich, grapes and had some water. The food was terrible, but I was starving. I went back to my room, to find my mom sitting there, with Brandy.
sorry it's short! write more tomorroww.
The doctors rushed me into the OR, talking to each other so fast that I couldn't understand a thing. I remember looking up at the ceiling and thinking about Annie. She was probably watching over me right now, smiling with her family.
"We have to put you to sleep for a little bit, honey." a lady with bright red hair looked me in the eyes. She held up a mask and put the strap around my head. She gently put the mask over my nose and mouth, leaving my eyes to wander. It was all going well, until I started to lose my breath. I panicked a little, but felt a drowsy feeling wash over me. Before I knew it, I was asleep.
I woke up in agony. The pain was unbearable, and I felt paralyzed. A nurse was across the room, writing something on her clipboard, when she heard me try to speak. She looked outside of the door and motioned for someone to come inside. In came Mason.
"Hey beautiful." he touched my hair, brushing it out of my face.
"Hi..." I found my voice through the pain.
"I'm not going to make you talk if it hurts you. So relax. I just came to check up on you, but I have to go to school soon."
"What time...?" I tried asking.
"Four in the morning." he smiled a little. He stayed in the hospital all night waiting for me.
"I love you." I whispered, as he kissed my forehead and walked out, looking back to smile at me; making me smile. The nurse adjusted my pillows and the stiff blanket. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
It was 3 in the afternoon when I woke up. I slowly got up out of the bed, noticing that the IV were taken out of me. I walked into the hallway, and stared at the bright light. I rubbed my eyes, and walked to the cafeteria. I ate a turkey sandwich, grapes and had some water. The food was terrible, but I was starving. I went back to my room, to find my mom sitting there, with Brandy.
sorry it's short! write more tomorroww.
With or Without you.
Mason walked through the door, with his backpack swung over his right shoulder. He saw me sitting at the front desk, trying to fix the cash register. I slammed both fists down on the buttons, and it lit up. The bottom opened, and a whole bunch of money flew out in my face. I jumped back, fell off the stool and sat on the floor laughing to myself.
"Are you okay?!" he dropped his backpack and ran to my side. He saw my smile and smiled back, showing his amazing set of white teeth.
"Yeah, of course." I said, softly. He helped me up, and picked up most of the money. "I fixed it."
"Yeah, I see that. But why?" he placed the money in the slots where they belong.
"I want to reopen the store." I took a deep breath. He looked down and back up.
"I'll help." he kissed me on the lips and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled away and rested my chin on his shoulder, as he carried me upstairs. Lately, my legs don't want to move.. so I make him carry me.
We ended up doing our homework together, because Mason bought me back copies. He told me about his day, as we sat at the kitchen table. I felt like we were a married couple.
"The kids are all really upset about your loss. They are making cupcakes and cookies for you when you get back or something like that. Well, for lunch. Anyway, I made friends with this kid, Bryan." he took an apple from the bowl in the center of the table and bit into it. "George told me he was a pretty good kid. He has a sister named Eva. They're twins." he wrote something down in his math notebook. I nodded.
"Seems like you had a good day." I walked into the bedroom, rummaged through my dresser and found the wad of money. I hid it behind my back and walked into the kitchen, sitting right next to Mason. He stared at me.
"Why do you look suspicious?" he asked, slowly.
"Look." I put the money on the table and his eyes opened wide. "Annie left me her life savings, and this necklace." I pointed to my neck.
"Wow..." he touched the money and put it down. "That's amazing." he went back to writing. I guess he didn't get as happy about money as I did. I took ten dollars from the money on the table and stuck it in my pocket.
"I'm going to get ice cream." I got up, and started walking towards the door. I felt a little breeze and looked up. "I miss you too, Annie." I whispered with my eyes closed. I opened them, and started walking. Along the beach, of course. I saw a dad playing with his kids, and a mom taking pictures. It reminded me about my little sister, Brandy. Would they hurt her eventually? Tears came to my eyes, and I let the breeze push them away.
"Hey!" George ran up to me.
"Hey George."
"What are you doing alone?" he asked as Reegan ran up to us.
"Hey Reegs. And um, I'm just taking a little walk. I wanted ice cream." I smiled.
"What if we came along? There's nothing to do." Reegan said. I nodded and they walked along the water, throwing a little blue ball back and forth.
"Shut up! Don't mention it." I heard them whispering fiercely to each other.
"We have to at least let her know we're sorry for her loss!" George shot back.
"Do it when she's not on the verge of crying." Reegan threw the ball at George's face.
"GUYS. I hear you. And thank you." I turned around, and continued walking. They both put their arms around me, in a friendly way. We walked to the ice cream shop, laughing and talking about random things.
"May I take your order?" a lady with short brown hair asked us.
"Chocolate soft ice cream in a medium cup with gummy bears." I smiled. "Guys, want anything?" they shook their heads no. I paid and dipped my spoon into the cold ice cream. Comfort food was exactly what I needed. I waved by to the boys and walked home, eating little bites to savor it.
"Gracie?" I heard behind me.
"Brandy.." I said under my breath. She was without my parents, but with two little girls and their mother, I was guessing.
"I missed you!" she said, hugging me tightly. I felt her tears on my shirt.
"I miss you too." I wiped my tears, to look strong for her.
"Come home, daddy's sorry." she let go.
"I can't, Brandy. But if they EVER hurt you, call me. I'll get you." I kissed her forehead and walked away. She stood there with the wind whipping her hair around in her face. I cried to myself, as I remembered the bruise on her cheek. They hit her too.
Mason walked through the door, with his backpack swung over his right shoulder. He saw me sitting at the front desk, trying to fix the cash register. I slammed both fists down on the buttons, and it lit up. The bottom opened, and a whole bunch of money flew out in my face. I jumped back, fell off the stool and sat on the floor laughing to myself.
"Are you okay?!" he dropped his backpack and ran to my side. He saw my smile and smiled back, showing his amazing set of white teeth.
"Yeah, of course." I said, softly. He helped me up, and picked up most of the money. "I fixed it."
"Yeah, I see that. But why?" he placed the money in the slots where they belong.
"I want to reopen the store." I took a deep breath. He looked down and back up.
"I'll help." he kissed me on the lips and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pulled away and rested my chin on his shoulder, as he carried me upstairs. Lately, my legs don't want to move.. so I make him carry me.
We ended up doing our homework together, because Mason bought me back copies. He told me about his day, as we sat at the kitchen table. I felt like we were a married couple.
"The kids are all really upset about your loss. They are making cupcakes and cookies for you when you get back or something like that. Well, for lunch. Anyway, I made friends with this kid, Bryan." he took an apple from the bowl in the center of the table and bit into it. "George told me he was a pretty good kid. He has a sister named Eva. They're twins." he wrote something down in his math notebook. I nodded.
"Seems like you had a good day." I walked into the bedroom, rummaged through my dresser and found the wad of money. I hid it behind my back and walked into the kitchen, sitting right next to Mason. He stared at me.
"Why do you look suspicious?" he asked, slowly.
"Look." I put the money on the table and his eyes opened wide. "Annie left me her life savings, and this necklace." I pointed to my neck.
"Wow..." he touched the money and put it down. "That's amazing." he went back to writing. I guess he didn't get as happy about money as I did. I took ten dollars from the money on the table and stuck it in my pocket.
"I'm going to get ice cream." I got up, and started walking towards the door. I felt a little breeze and looked up. "I miss you too, Annie." I whispered with my eyes closed. I opened them, and started walking. Along the beach, of course. I saw a dad playing with his kids, and a mom taking pictures. It reminded me about my little sister, Brandy. Would they hurt her eventually? Tears came to my eyes, and I let the breeze push them away.
"Hey!" George ran up to me.
"Hey George."
"What are you doing alone?" he asked as Reegan ran up to us.
"Hey Reegs. And um, I'm just taking a little walk. I wanted ice cream." I smiled.
"What if we came along? There's nothing to do." Reegan said. I nodded and they walked along the water, throwing a little blue ball back and forth.
"Shut up! Don't mention it." I heard them whispering fiercely to each other.
"We have to at least let her know we're sorry for her loss!" George shot back.
"Do it when she's not on the verge of crying." Reegan threw the ball at George's face.
"GUYS. I hear you. And thank you." I turned around, and continued walking. They both put their arms around me, in a friendly way. We walked to the ice cream shop, laughing and talking about random things.
"May I take your order?" a lady with short brown hair asked us.
"Chocolate soft ice cream in a medium cup with gummy bears." I smiled. "Guys, want anything?" they shook their heads no. I paid and dipped my spoon into the cold ice cream. Comfort food was exactly what I needed. I waved by to the boys and walked home, eating little bites to savor it.
"Gracie?" I heard behind me.
"Brandy.." I said under my breath. She was without my parents, but with two little girls and their mother, I was guessing.
"I missed you!" she said, hugging me tightly. I felt her tears on my shirt.
"I miss you too." I wiped my tears, to look strong for her.
"Come home, daddy's sorry." she let go.
"I can't, Brandy. But if they EVER hurt you, call me. I'll get you." I kissed her forehead and walked away. She stood there with the wind whipping her hair around in her face. I cried to myself, as I remembered the bruise on her cheek. They hit her too.
With or Without you.
"Let me see!" I reached for my phone, but he pulled it away. I was inches from his face, so I kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling. He handed me my phone, and I went straight to my calls. She called from the hospital. I dialed the number, and pressed the phone eagerly to my ear. An unknown voice answered.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi! Is Annie there?" I smiled at Mason.
"No, she just left." she said, uneasy.
"SHE'S HOME?!" I picked up the pace, and started running.
"No, honey. She left the World. She passed on. She did leave a note for someone named Gracie..." she trailed off. My heart pounded in my chest, and tears stung my eyes.
"What does it say?" I whispered, slowing down.
"Dear Gracie, you are an amazing girl. The house is yours and so is everything inside. I know you're mad that I left you in your time of need, but you have Mason. He loves you, don't ruin it. I left something for you in the kitchen, guess you didn't notice. I love you, Annie." I quietly hung up and stuck my phone in my pocket. Mason looked at me and went to grab my hand. I pulled him close to me and cried. I let every emotion out.
"I'm so sorry..." he ran his hands through my hair.
"I... I... I didn't get to... say... goodbye!" I sobbed and tried to get the words out. He picked me up, and carried me to the house. Once he unlocked it, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the memories. The first time I walked in there, the time I met her. It was too short.
"I'm bringing you to bed. You can open your eyes." he dropped me lightly on the bed and I didn't open them. Tears formed behind my eye lids, and I thought of Annie. She's with her family now... but I don't have a family. "I'm moving in." Mason sat down. My eyes flew open.
"When?"
"My mom will bring my stuff tomorrow." he smiled. "My clothes, and stuff like that."
"We'll leave Annie's bedroom alone." I said. He nodded. I hugged him and cried for what it seemed... hours.
"Wake up, Gracie." Mason shook me.
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes. Was it all a dream, was Annie alive?
"Do you want to go to school?" he stared at me.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.
"Well, Annie..." No, it wasn't a dream. I rolled over, closed my eyes and pulled the blankets over me. Mason continued getting ready for school, silently. "I'm leaving, I'll be back around 2:25." I groaned and he left.
It was 10 when I got up. I put my hair in a messy bun, and went into the kitchen. I found a little box on the counter, where I never bothered to look. I opened it, and found a whole wad of money in it, with a diamond necklace. I pulled out a note and started reading out loud.
"Oh, Gracie,
How wonderful was it meeting you? I would say, very wonderful. You've been the only source I had when I was lonely. I could NEVER thank you enough for caring about me when no one else could. I left you my life savings, and a diamond necklace from my mother when I was your age... Use it wisely. I'll miss you.
Love, Annie."
I put the necklace on and touched the smooth diamond pushed into a silver heart. I let the tears fall down my cheeks, and onto the floor. Slowly, I picked up the money and hid it somewhere in my drawers. I knew exactly what to do next.
Reopen the store.
SORRY it's short, and sorry I haven't written! Hectic life lately. Love you guys!
"Let me see!" I reached for my phone, but he pulled it away. I was inches from his face, so I kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling. He handed me my phone, and I went straight to my calls. She called from the hospital. I dialed the number, and pressed the phone eagerly to my ear. An unknown voice answered.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hi! Is Annie there?" I smiled at Mason.
"No, she just left." she said, uneasy.
"SHE'S HOME?!" I picked up the pace, and started running.
"No, honey. She left the World. She passed on. She did leave a note for someone named Gracie..." she trailed off. My heart pounded in my chest, and tears stung my eyes.
"What does it say?" I whispered, slowing down.
"Dear Gracie, you are an amazing girl. The house is yours and so is everything inside. I know you're mad that I left you in your time of need, but you have Mason. He loves you, don't ruin it. I left something for you in the kitchen, guess you didn't notice. I love you, Annie." I quietly hung up and stuck my phone in my pocket. Mason looked at me and went to grab my hand. I pulled him close to me and cried. I let every emotion out.
"I'm so sorry..." he ran his hands through my hair.
"I... I... I didn't get to... say... goodbye!" I sobbed and tried to get the words out. He picked me up, and carried me to the house. Once he unlocked it, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the memories. The first time I walked in there, the time I met her. It was too short.
"I'm bringing you to bed. You can open your eyes." he dropped me lightly on the bed and I didn't open them. Tears formed behind my eye lids, and I thought of Annie. She's with her family now... but I don't have a family. "I'm moving in." Mason sat down. My eyes flew open.
"When?"
"My mom will bring my stuff tomorrow." he smiled. "My clothes, and stuff like that."
"We'll leave Annie's bedroom alone." I said. He nodded. I hugged him and cried for what it seemed... hours.
"Wake up, Gracie." Mason shook me.
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes. Was it all a dream, was Annie alive?
"Do you want to go to school?" he stared at me.
"Why wouldn't I?" I asked.
"Well, Annie..." No, it wasn't a dream. I rolled over, closed my eyes and pulled the blankets over me. Mason continued getting ready for school, silently. "I'm leaving, I'll be back around 2:25." I groaned and he left.
It was 10 when I got up. I put my hair in a messy bun, and went into the kitchen. I found a little box on the counter, where I never bothered to look. I opened it, and found a whole wad of money in it, with a diamond necklace. I pulled out a note and started reading out loud.
"Oh, Gracie,
How wonderful was it meeting you? I would say, very wonderful. You've been the only source I had when I was lonely. I could NEVER thank you enough for caring about me when no one else could. I left you my life savings, and a diamond necklace from my mother when I was your age... Use it wisely. I'll miss you.
Love, Annie."
I put the necklace on and touched the smooth diamond pushed into a silver heart. I let the tears fall down my cheeks, and onto the floor. Slowly, I picked up the money and hid it somewhere in my drawers. I knew exactly what to do next.
Reopen the store.
SORRY it's short, and sorry I haven't written! Hectic life lately. Love you guys!
With or Without you.
I was laying in bed, in an empty
house. Annie has to sleep in the hospital, and Mason was at home.
I got up, and paced the floor near the door to my room. I locked
it, closed the blinds and blasted "Mine" by Taylor
Swift.
What if Annie dies, and I'm left here in this house, alone?
Will I always be alone?
What if Mason moves in here with me?
What if he doesn't?
What if I'm here alone, and my dad finds me?
Is her mortgage over?
Oh, yeah it is.
Why me?
What will I do without Annie?
What will I do without comfort?
Will I be scared to sleep alone at night?
How did life get this messed up?
My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on the bedroom door. I opened it and Mason was leaning in the doorway. I recklessly threw both arms around him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, picked me up (honeymoon style :D), and sat down on my bed. I cried into his shoulder, and sniffed a little. He ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my forehead.
"So... I was talking to my mom, and she agreed that I could maybe move in here with you if Annie... you know... passes on." he looked at me for an answer.
"I would seriously love that, Mason..." I looked up and pressed my lips against his. We pulled away, breathless, and he started talking again.
"I know how it feels to lose someone who you looked up to. My dad was my best friend. We played baseball together, we watched baseball together, we would pick on my mom, and we always found a way to have fun. When he died in that accident, I was at school. My mom got me early, and I was so excited to leave school. We got in the car and my mom hid her tears, so I wouldn't find out until I got home. John was sitting on the couch, holding a pillow tightly in his grip. He never got along with my dad. I asked him why he looked so mad and he just stared at me... I remember him whispering... 'Dad's dead.' I ran upstairs, slammed the door and stayed there for a week. I ate occasionally, but I didn't want to live. I cut myself and even attempted suicide. Please, don't do any of this. I had no one, and you have me. We can get through this... together." he squeezed my hands, and let a tear slide down his face. He didn't wipe it, he just let it go.
"Mason... I'm so sorry." I hugged him, and heard his quiet sobs against my shoulder. I knew it would hurt when Annie died... but I didn't know how to handle it. Seeing Mason cry, makes me wonder... Will I make it without her?
"Don't be sorry." he wiped his face and smiled a little. "I have you now." he kissed me lightly and smiled against my lips.
We fell asleep on my bed, with the tv on. When I woke up to my alarm, it was 6 am. I jumped up and went right into the bathroom. Since I showered yesterday, I straightened my hair, and let my bangs fall in front of my face, pushed to the left. I put on a tiny bit of eyeliner, mascara and no eye shadow. After, I put on a big black sweatshirt with a red heart on the front; jeans; and my brown boot slippers. I was ready extremely early, and I waited on the couch in the living room. When Mason came out with wet hair, a purple shirt, black zip up sweatshirt and grey not-so-skinny jeans on, I got up and smiled. He took my hand, and we left, locking the door behind us, and taking a spare key. The walk to school was quiet, and with no sigh of my dad.
All of the periods before lunch went by fast, and I was really hungry. I met up with Mason in the hallways, and we walked to lunch with George. I barely talked all day, and George asked what was wrong. I shrugged, and got on line for lunch. I bought a buttered bagel, an iced tea, and a cookie. I ate lunch at the table with a whole bunch of kids, George and Mason. When the bell rang, I left and the rest of the day ended fast. I haven't said a word. It will remain this way.
"Come on, talk to me." Mason pushed me lightly.
I shook my head.
"Annie called." he pointed to my cell phone that he held for me today.
What if Annie dies, and I'm left here in this house, alone?
Will I always be alone?
What if Mason moves in here with me?
What if he doesn't?
What if I'm here alone, and my dad finds me?
Is her mortgage over?
Oh, yeah it is.
Why me?
What will I do without Annie?
What will I do without comfort?
Will I be scared to sleep alone at night?
How did life get this messed up?
My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on the bedroom door. I opened it and Mason was leaning in the doorway. I recklessly threw both arms around him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, picked me up (honeymoon style :D), and sat down on my bed. I cried into his shoulder, and sniffed a little. He ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my forehead.
"So... I was talking to my mom, and she agreed that I could maybe move in here with you if Annie... you know... passes on." he looked at me for an answer.
"I would seriously love that, Mason..." I looked up and pressed my lips against his. We pulled away, breathless, and he started talking again.
"I know how it feels to lose someone who you looked up to. My dad was my best friend. We played baseball together, we watched baseball together, we would pick on my mom, and we always found a way to have fun. When he died in that accident, I was at school. My mom got me early, and I was so excited to leave school. We got in the car and my mom hid her tears, so I wouldn't find out until I got home. John was sitting on the couch, holding a pillow tightly in his grip. He never got along with my dad. I asked him why he looked so mad and he just stared at me... I remember him whispering... 'Dad's dead.' I ran upstairs, slammed the door and stayed there for a week. I ate occasionally, but I didn't want to live. I cut myself and even attempted suicide. Please, don't do any of this. I had no one, and you have me. We can get through this... together." he squeezed my hands, and let a tear slide down his face. He didn't wipe it, he just let it go.
"Mason... I'm so sorry." I hugged him, and heard his quiet sobs against my shoulder. I knew it would hurt when Annie died... but I didn't know how to handle it. Seeing Mason cry, makes me wonder... Will I make it without her?
"Don't be sorry." he wiped his face and smiled a little. "I have you now." he kissed me lightly and smiled against my lips.
We fell asleep on my bed, with the tv on. When I woke up to my alarm, it was 6 am. I jumped up and went right into the bathroom. Since I showered yesterday, I straightened my hair, and let my bangs fall in front of my face, pushed to the left. I put on a tiny bit of eyeliner, mascara and no eye shadow. After, I put on a big black sweatshirt with a red heart on the front; jeans; and my brown boot slippers. I was ready extremely early, and I waited on the couch in the living room. When Mason came out with wet hair, a purple shirt, black zip up sweatshirt and grey not-so-skinny jeans on, I got up and smiled. He took my hand, and we left, locking the door behind us, and taking a spare key. The walk to school was quiet, and with no sigh of my dad.
All of the periods before lunch went by fast, and I was really hungry. I met up with Mason in the hallways, and we walked to lunch with George. I barely talked all day, and George asked what was wrong. I shrugged, and got on line for lunch. I bought a buttered bagel, an iced tea, and a cookie. I ate lunch at the table with a whole bunch of kids, George and Mason. When the bell rang, I left and the rest of the day ended fast. I haven't said a word. It will remain this way.
"Come on, talk to me." Mason pushed me lightly.
I shook my head.
"Annie called." he pointed to my cell phone that he held for me today.