Chapter 1| Memory Lane
"You can't just leave, Daffy." Fred says, concern in his 15-year-old eyes.
"Oh really?" I ask sardonically. I hate that he's right.
"Besides, it's snowing heavily and Kyle said it'll be inches deep soon."
"And that's supposed to be a warning?"
"Please don't go..." He looks so sad and torn by my decision but it has to be done. I wouldn't have made such a decision if our adoptive parents, Spiff and Keira hadn't been such a pain in my ass.
"I'm leaving whether you like it or not!" I say, leaving my little brother in total shock. He makes no attempt to stop me. Well, too late to turn back. I march out of the house that's big enough to hold a nation and yet so small to contain all of us. Then it hit me; I'm wearing nothing more than slim fitting yellow pants, a chunky white sweater, my boots (gift from last year's Christmas from "mummy" Keira) and my yellow anorak which makes me feel like ice cream. The air outside is strong enough to give me a brain freeze and I keep wondering why it hasn't yet. I know what I wanted. What I really needed to see when I saw it. The field.
"I really hope I know what I'm doing." I spit out. I move further into the field and reach a big tree that seems to always feel my pain. I place my hand on the bark of the tree and that's when I feel the hot stream of tears roll down my cheeks. I don't even realize I am already on my knees digging through the snowy ground searching. Searching for something I know was supposed to be there. I find it; twin grave stones scripted upon it;
In loving memory of Christian and Morganna Wells...
I didn't care about the rest. Just the two most important people I held dear to my heart. I'm already hoarse from all the screaming and crying, then without warning, I begin to loose my breath. Shit! My asthma chose the wrong time to show up. I'm in full panic mode right now. I'm trying so hard to reach for the left pocket of my anorak where my inhaler is, or was supposed to be. Double shit! I didn't bring it. Is this it? My end? The girl who was found dead by her late parent's grave? Survived by two brothers...my brothers!! They'll surely be the most affected if anything happens to me. I should've thought of them... I'm sorry Kyle...Fred...
At this point, I don't think anyone will know where I am. I keep telling myself I want to die and go be with my parents but...it's different when you're running out of air, trying so hard to breathe. I want to be with my siblings. I need them...
"Mom...dad...help..." Then I black out.
I can hear faint voices. I can see past memories. Memories I don't want to see. I see mom. Heck, I'm seeing everything that happened that day...
"Daffy?" My mom calls over my sleeping head.
"Hmm," I murmur.
"Come on baby...wake up." She tucks at my blanket.
"Oh mom...it's still too early..." I stifle a yawn.
"Oh no, young lady." She pulls off my blanket and bursts into laughter.
"Come on mom...don't do that." I don't mean that. I was missing her already.
"You know that your dad and I are traveling today to go close that deal. It's just right that I say goodbye to my baby." She pinches my cheeks lightly which makes me blush.
"That's so sweet ma but..." Say it Daffy! "I'd love to go see you guys off-"
"No baby...you can't. Besides don't you have school today?"
"Mom, it's just to the airport."
"I don't want you crying when your dad and I leave."
"Why would I cry? It's not like you guys won't come back." Pft! Cry...that's bull. Mom did warn me not to curse. Oh well.... she can't hear my thoughts.
"Where's dad? I'm going to ask him and I'm sure he won't refuse me." I don't wait for her reply. I'm already racing down the stairs to find him. I bump into him just as I make the last step from the stairs.
"Whoa whoa...careful or you might spoil the gift I got you," He winks. With his jade green eyes, pointed nose, chocolate brown hair and manly, very manly features, he could pass for cutest dad in the world. Well, I could pass for cutest daughter, which is a given, considering I'm his lookalike.
"A gift, daddy?" I ask.
"Yes baby," That smile with the most perfect dentition comes up. How does he do that?
"Just close your eyes and stretch your arm," He says with a glint in his eyes. I didn't need to be told twice. Few seconds later, something cool slips unto my wrist. I gasp.
"Now open your eyes."
Slowly, I open my eyes and look down at my wrist.
"Oh dad....you shouldn't have," God, it's hard not to cry. "I love you, daddy." He knows how much I love bracelets.
"Not so fast," Mum cuts in. "I haven't given you my gift yet." She stretches a rectangular box in front of me and I grab it eagerly. Opening it, a beautiful silver necklace with a diamond pendant stares back at me. So divine!
"Soooo pretty, mom!" Okay, the tears are really trying not to come out. "I love you both so much." And I come in between both of them and stretch my little arms as far as they could go. I pull them into a tight hug until Kyle and Fred waltz in and join in on the hug. What can I say? We love our hugs. We break off from the hug seconds later and Kyle helps wipe my face. Those traitorous tears...
"And....Fred and I are super excited about the new video game you got us, dad." Kyle says excitedly.
"Anything for the boys." He winks.
"So...hold on to that till we come back, okay?" Mum says a bit too reluctantly. Hmm.
"Yes, mum." We all chorus. Including dad, with a smirk, might I add.
"How about family time?" Dad asks.
"Uhhhh...dad?" Kyle is so not into family time. It was only a matter of time before he spoke up, and he did. Typical.
"I'd love to join in on this 'family time' thing," he air quotes, "but Fred and I have a game to play. Right, Fred?" He grabs Fred's shoulder in a side hug.
"Huh? Yes...very true..." Fred murmurs. I'm biting back a smile. I definitely know what's going on here.
"We'll come down when you're ready, okay?" Kyle asks.
"Sure..." Mom says with a hint of disappointment in her brown eyes. The boys zip off upstairs excitedly leaving me with mom and dad. Dad places his hand on my shoulder and leads me towards the living room.
"What are you guys doing?" I ask.
"Well, we have until about 40 minutes before we leave." Mom says looking at her wristwatch.
"And we thought you'd, I don't know, like to watch a movie or something?" Dad asks. What movie could we possibly watch in 40 minutes?
"I have a better idea, dad; let's just sit here and hug each other." I say biting back a laugh.
"Ha-ha-ha...very funny," Dad says sarcastically.
"Come on..." Mom leads us to the living room. She walks gracefully to the center table and grabs the remote control before dad can; she always wins.
"Not today, cowboy," She winks.
"Oh really?" He grabs her waist and makes an attempt to kiss her.
"Ewww...guys? There's a little girl in here," Really? Adults.
"Who? You? You're 10. A little lady," Dad teases.
"Your little lady," I chime in.
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