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z999993 · 12-13-2010, 03:45 AM

Sorry I haven't been able to post in a while.
I've been kind of busy. Oh well, here's the next part!

Jaxon and his mother looked at the sixteen year old girl, rooted to the spot. She continued to stare at the point where her father had disappeared.
The broken faucet continued to spew water onto the floor; a large puddle was forming around the counter and the table. Sparkles of glass littered the floor and curtains hung askew.
“Coralie?”
The looked around at Jaxon, who had spoken.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t want any of this to happen.” cried the girl. She buried her face in her hands.
“It’s alright.” he soothed. Coralie felt his arms wrap around her shoulders.
“I sh-should g-go.” she stuttered through her fingers.
The boy looked helplessly at his mother. Mrs. Smith pulled Addy back up the stairs. He heard them talking.
“I’ll walk you home.” he said quietly.
Coralie nodded, them let him guide her outside.

Most of the time, they walked in silence. Occasionally, Jaxon heard the squib crying, or even sobbing to herself. When they finally reached the run down house, he turned around to look directly at her face.
“Get some sleep.” he ordered, “Don’t tell your brothers anything that happened. They’ll find out soon enough. Be careful of what you say, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She nodded in response.
“And don’t worry about what happened back there. I’ll get it all cleaned up.” he forced a smile to reassure the girl. “Now go.”

Coralie ran up the yard and to the front door. She shoved it open, which creaked nosily on its hinges, then closed it behind her.
“Where’ve you been?” asked a harsh voice.
Carson and Christopher were sitting on the two overstuffed armchairs in front of a low lit fire. They were staring intently at her.
“Out.” she muttered.
“Out?” Christopher said mockingly. “Where’s father?”
“I dunno.”
“Where’d you get those clothes?” Carson questioned, “And why do you all of a sudden look, er, healthy.”
“It’s none of your business.” said Coralie.
“Yes it is.” he replied firmly.
“You’ve been with someone.” Observed Christopher, “was it those kids? The ones at the river?”
The girl ignored his last comment and made to head toward the cellar. On her way, she grabbed a lit candle sitting on a table.
“Hey! We were talking to you.” Coralie heard her brother yell after her.
“I don’t care!” she shouted back.
The girl heard a sudden uproar from the living room. The armchair skitted back a few inches as Carson stood up.
“What did you say?” he said.
Coralie swung open the door to the cellar, then quickly closed it before her bother could get to her.
“Just forget about it.” she heard Christopher say. Then under his breath, “filthy squib.”
The girl was standing at the top of the stairs, a candle in one hand, the doorknob in the other. Of course it wouldn’t do any good if they tried open it. The two boys were stronger than her, and just keeping her hand over the knob wouldn’t even make a difference.
Instead, she heard a click from behind the lock. Coralie stayed in the little circle of light from her candle, then, when she heard their footsteps subside, she tried to open the door.
It was locked.
The girl walked down the stone steps. She lit the other candle with the flame, then sat the one in the corner. She wanted as much light as possible. Underneath the bed, Coralie pulled out her mum’s journal. She flipped through some of the entries.
Sometime during the night, and without knowing it, the girl fell asleep.

K, Tell me what you think!

12-13-2010, 03:45 AM	#20 (permalink)
z999993 Imp Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: 12 Grimmauld Place Posts: 419	Matt Lanter/The Dark Side/Anakin Skywalker/ Underland/Hookah Smoking Caterpillar Sorry I haven't been able to post in a while. I've been kind of busy. Oh well, here's the next part! Jaxon and his mother looked at the sixteen year old girl, rooted to the spot. She continued to stare at the point where her father had disappeared. The broken faucet continued to spew water onto the floor; a large puddle was forming around the counter and the table. Sparkles of glass littered the floor and curtains hung askew. “Coralie?” The looked around at Jaxon, who had spoken. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want any of this to happen.” cried the girl. She buried her face in her hands. “It’s alright.” he soothed. Coralie felt his arms wrap around her shoulders. “I sh-should g-go.” she stuttered through her fingers. The boy looked helplessly at his mother. Mrs. Smith pulled Addy back up the stairs. He heard them talking. “I’ll walk you home.” he said quietly. Coralie nodded, them let him guide her outside. Most of the time, they walked in silence. Occasionally, Jaxon heard the squib crying, or even sobbing to herself. When they finally reached the run down house, he turned around to look directly at her face. “Get some sleep.” he ordered, “Don’t tell your brothers anything that happened. They’ll find out soon enough. Be careful of what you say, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” She nodded in response. “And don’t worry about what happened back there. I’ll get it all cleaned up.” he forced a smile to reassure the girl. “Now go.” Coralie ran up the yard and to the front door. She shoved it open, which creaked nosily on its hinges, then closed it behind her. “Where’ve you been?” asked a harsh voice. Carson and Christopher were sitting on the two overstuffed armchairs in front of a low lit fire. They were staring intently at her. “Out.” she muttered. “Out?” Christopher said mockingly. “Where’s father?” “I dunno.” “Where’d you get those clothes?” Carson questioned, “And why do you all of a sudden look, er, healthy.” “It’s none of your business.” said Coralie. “Yes it is.” he replied firmly. “You’ve been with someone.” Observed Christopher, “was it those kids? The ones at the river?” The girl ignored his last comment and made to head toward the cellar. On her way, she grabbed a lit candle sitting on a table. “Hey! We were talking to you.” Coralie heard her brother yell after her. “I don’t care!” she shouted back. The girl heard a sudden uproar from the living room. The armchair skitted back a few inches as Carson stood up. “What did you say?” he said. Coralie swung open the door to the cellar, then quickly closed it before her bother could get to her. “Just forget about it.” she heard Christopher say. Then under his breath, “filthy squib.” The girl was standing at the top of the stairs, a candle in one hand, the doorknob in the other. Of course it wouldn’t do any good if they tried open it. The two boys were stronger than her, and just keeping her hand over the knob wouldn’t even make a difference. Instead, she heard a click from behind the lock. Coralie stayed in the little circle of light from her candle, then, when she heard their footsteps subside, she tried to open the door. It was locked. The girl walked down the stone steps. She lit the other candle with the flame, then sat the one in the corner. She wanted as much light as possible. Underneath the bed, Coralie pulled out her mum’s journal. She flipped through some of the entries. Sometime during the night, and without knowing it, the girl fell asleep. K, Tell me what you think! __________________ ~o0o~ But there you were, standing in your own corner Your eyes were wide, tired, fading just like mine We could be the best of friends I’m sure of it But I’m too shy to cross this crowded room besides Wallflower -------------- I’m not here, no one sees me Wallflower -------------- I’m by myself, please excuse me ~o0o~