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Tragedy
 Created on 6-22-08
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-Chapter Four-
My father practically dragged me down to the den. I half expected Liza to be there but to my surprise it was just me and him. He let go of my arm and sat down on a large and comfortable looking chair. I looked around and also plopped down on a seat.
“What is wrong, Jackie? If you don’t like them I understand but why must you hate us for taking you in? I thought that you would prefer to stay with your father than go with either one of your mother’s sisters in Puerto Rico or my relatives.” My father said while burying his hands in his face and sighing.
My arms wound around my torso and I looked over at the warm fire. “I don’t belong here.” I responded quietly.
“And why is that?” He asked finally looking up.
“Well, you just seem happier with them. It’s like you’re glad you finally have the perfect family.” Tears tried to burst through my eyes but I held them back; I don’t want to look weak.
“Oh, Jackie,” a laugh escaped his throat. “I don’t think there is a perfect family and I am not happy that I left one family and went to another. I love Liza, Becca, you and even Cat. I just think we all deserve a second chance.”
“Because the first time sucked,” my voice sounded distant and vacant as if I were elsewhere. All emotion seemed to be wiped out.
“Look, it didn’t suck it just didn’t work out. You of all people should know that.” And I did know that; in the back of my mind I could still hear the fights.
“So what do you want me to do, pretend to be happy?” I snapped facing him again.
“If you would rather stay somewhere else, just tell me.”
“I don’t want to go to Puerto Rico and no one in your family is on my good side so I don’t know where I would go.”
“Sounds like a no to me.” I could tell there was a grin on his face. He obviously liked having me here. “But, if you want to stay here, then you must follow a few rules.”
“Like what? Go groceries shopping with Liza and buy tutus for Becca at some ballet boutique?” I snorted but he ignored my interruption.
“First off, I would like you to respect Liza and Becca. Secondly, there will be no more obnoxious noises or interruptions—including slamming doors.” He said with a stern glare and an arched brow. “And finally, you will help out.”
“Help out what…?”
“Well, other than daily needs you will need to take Becca on Tuesdays and Thursdays to her ballet classes. It has been rather difficult lately with our schedules to do so, and it would give both of you time to bond.”
I didn’t want to give in to his demands. I wanted to go back to being childish and moronic but something held me back, something made me give in.
Ugh, my conscience.
“Fine I will help out but don’t expect me to talk to any of them.” I warned but he was still smiling triumphantly.
“Stubborn as hell, just like your mother,” he said while getting up and leaving the room.
My arms were still wound around my body as I sat there staring at the fire. I don’t know how long I sat there before the interruption, but before it I was at ease and feeling almost happy.
“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” Her voice made me jump with surprise and a small gasp even escaped my lips.
“Ugh, no of course not,” I replied trying to compose myself. Becca nodded and sat down on the chair that was closest to me. “Why are you up, Becca?”
“I could ask you the same, but to answer your question it seems as though I cannot sleep.” I swear the way she talks makes her sound ancient; even older than me.
I stared at her while she gazed at the fire. Who was the person? An insignificant frail child that looked so sick they should be in a hospital. Those skinny limbs and big gray eyes that have an eerie effect to them have a certain grace as she shifts in her seat.
Becca slowly turned to look at me, an odd expression coming across her face. “Why are you staring at me?” Her insecurity made her eyes look down at the ground after her inquisition.
“No reason.” I replied with a shrug before turning my attention back to the flames.
“Sometimes when I can’t sleep I read some of those books.” Becca said and I followed her eyes over to the numerous manuscripts.
“So you’re telling me that an eight year old has read Moby Dick?” I snorted with disbelief. That book practically bored me to tears.
“I am nine and yes I did read that classic. Peter Pan was my favorite though.”
“And why is that?” I asked with sudden interest in this child’s mind.
“He could fly.” Becca stated simply. “Everyone, well most people, would do anything to be able to fly. He also had his own world where there were these mythical creatures and pirates… and he could never grow up. It is practically every child’s dream.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know I always wanted to get older.”
“Well then, that just proves that you and I are two very different people.” Becca concluded with her back arched and face glancing at me from an angle.
“Yes, yes it does.”
Becca crossed her legs and eyed me. “So what is your favorite book?”
“I don’t really have a favorite; truthfully I am not much of a reader.”
“That’s just the one thing I don’t understand. How can people not like reading?”
“I am not sure… I guess it’s how you put it: we are two very different people.” I suggested and Becca sighed but nodded. We sat in silence for the next minute before Becca decided to suck in air and open her mouth again.
“I—”
“Oh, I didn’t know you two were here, let alone up.” Liza’s voice interrupted as she entered the room with some coffee.
“Sorry mum, I couldn’t sleep.” Becca apologized but I said nothing to Liza, I didn’t even look at her.
I don’t know why I hated her so much. Maybe it was just that childish thought of her replacing my mom in my dad’s life or it could be just I didn’t like her. But knowing me, it probably was the first one.
“That’s alright dear, but it would be best for you to at least try and get some sleep.”
“I guess you’re right.” Becca replied with a sigh before getting up obediently and leaving. But before she exited the room she sent a wistful glance in my direction.
I looked back at her and tried to keep my face even. There was just something about her that drove me mad. I wasn’t sure if it was her mysteriousness or something else. Either way she made me grit my teeth and sulk like a child.
Reality struck me when I realized that Liza and I were all alone in this room. Did she want to talk? But to me the real question was:
Would I let her?
She flashed a meek smile my direction but I made no warm gesture in return. Purposely she sat on the farthest seat away from me and stared at the fire. I planned on getting up and leaving but her voice made me hesitate.
“You can hate me all you want but that won’t stop me from trying.” Her tone was calm and composed but I could hear an edge in it; a sharp edge.
I couldn’t say anything. Nothing would escape my sudden dry mouth. Instead I just stood up and left the room as quickly as I could only to find Becca spying from the steps. Standing up and smoothing out her pajamas, she gave me a sheepish smile.
“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.”
“I could care less because I would’ve done the same.” I admitted walking past her on the steps. All the way, I could hear her light footsteps following me to my room.
“So does this mean you will be nice to me tomorrow, or was this one of those things that only lasts a short while?” Becca asked and I gave her a devious smile over my shoulder.
“No promises.”
After I had closed the door I sat at the foot of my head with my head rested on my knees. Of course I would still have my fun but maybe not as harshly. Damn, it was my first day and I was already thinking about allying with the enemy. I shouldn’t go soft, well, not yet anyway.
Besides what’s the point of rules if nobody’s going to rebel against them?
(Author’s Note: Not really sure what to say for this chapter except for that it is still the beginning and it will get better. I wouldn’t exactly call it boring but it is definitely not at its best.)
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Make Liza die or something
I don't like her
I think she hurts Becca truthfully
KMP please