Chapter Two: Lucy's Take

I know I am crazy. Even before Mom's death, I knew something wasn't right. I worried about things that normal people don't worry about, especially as a child. I always was afraid of leaving water running. What if we all drowned? I was worried about candles, rightly so. Then as a teenager, I would worry all day about leaving the blow dryer plugged in or my straightener on. I guess I really realized something was off in high school. I always thought people were plotting against me, or I thought I wasn't liked. I would tell my mom and she would brush it off as if it was normal. I knew it wasn't. My friends would get mad when I accused them of talking about me behind me back. High school came and went and I graduated. I started working with an author as his editor. I even wrote a few short stories and started painting. I was good, and I knew it. Then one evening while hanging out with my boss, I got the phone call. Mom and her mobile home had burned up in a fire. She was gone and I crumbled. I was found in an alley semi comatose. I remained this way for weeks in a psychiatric ward. When they finally let me out, I was taking medications and felt in control. I started hanging out at bars and clubs and would drink endlessly not realizing the effect alcohol had on my medication. It didn't take long until I was sleeping with men and found myself pregnant with Elizabeth. During my pregnancy I had to stop taking medications and all my symptoms returned in a vengeance. I had a hard time and had no help, other than my boss. I really enjoyed his company and one thing led to another and I started having feelings for him. Problem? He was/is married. When I confessed my feelings, he fired me and weeks later I was evicted. Without money, I couldn't buy my prescription and I went into a down hill spiral of self destruction. Poor Elizabeth. No child should have a mother like me and I pray she doesn't inherit anything from me. I was lucky to run into Brandon when I did. I know it may seem stupid to let myself and my daughter stay with a man we don't know, but I had no choice. I knew I needed help and he was offering.

After that night at the festival, I started having some weird feelings for him. I was grateful for his help and after learning his story and my story were similar, I just felt connected to him in some, strange way. The way he held me as I had my attack that evening, made me realize that he cared, too. I knew he was a lot different from my boss, and I knew this could possibly be something real.



He allowed me to paint pictures for his books and after a few months we were really doing good. He helped me  get good  health insurance and threw a birthday party for Liz and even helped me find a nice school in town for her. I couldn't believe she was starting kindergarten. My baby was growing up and I was falling in love.



When Spooky day rolled around we took Liz to the festival and trick or treating and had a blast. We carved pumpkins. I had never done any of this as a child. I couldn't help but think about all the traditions we could start if we became a family.



One Friday night after a hard week of working, Brandon asked me on a date.

"Lu, would you want to go out tonight?" Liz was having her first sleep over with a friend.

"Um? Like a date?"

"It can be a date. It can be too adults that have spent all week working on a book and need a break."

"Oh ok." I really didn't know how to respond, but I really loved my time with him.



We walked around town, but ended up back at the fall festival. While looking at the huge pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, Brandon grabs my arm and kisses me and then goes back to acting like nothing happened. Butterflies filled my tummy. Then again when we made our way back home, he kissed me again. I was soaring as I laid in bed thinking about the time I had spent with him.

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I couldn't help but kiss her.... at every opportunity. She is beautiful. Nuts? Yes!! But so much more than she even realizes. Now, I have to find a way to tell her that I'm in love with her. Yes!! Me!! Poor, broken, Brandon is in love with a women he has known less than 6 months.. Actually, exactly 4 months and 10 days.

Chapter One: Answers

"Who are you running from? A husband, ex boyfriend?"

"I'm not sure who they are. I just know I'm being followed."

"Where is Elizabeth's father?"

"He was a one night stand. I haven't seen him again."

"Can I drive you home or to a friend's house?"

"No. They will find me."

Why is this women so distraught and afraid? I can't make her leave, it is about to be dark outside. I wonder what kind of danger she is in.

"Mam, why don't you stay with me tonight, and we will figure things out in the morning?" It was getting late and it was about to be dark. I didn't won't her wandering the streets, besides, she looked exhausted.

Surprisingly she agreed.

"My name is Brandon. I'll put something to eat on the stove and show you around."

"I'm Lucy."

We had Mac and Cheese and I left her and Elizabeth to make themselves comfortable as I set up camp on the couch.











I was awakened to the sound of squeals and babbling coming from my bedroom and I pushed myself up from the couch trying to remember what happened the night before. Every thing came flooding back and I got up to start breakfast.

"Good morning, Sir. I'm so sorry about yesterday."

"Call me Brandon. What is going on?"

"Well it's a long story."

"I have all day."

She went on to tell me that she was a single mom. A drunken evening led to stupid decisions that landed her pregnant. She has always been poor but recently things have gotten worse. She lost her part time job as an editor for a small town author. Soon after that, the repo man took her car and she was evicted from her apartment. She had been living with her mom, but a horrible fire took her mother's life and landed Lucy in a psychiatric ward. The flashbacks became hallucinations. The hallucinations began her on a down hill spiral of paranoia. She was diagnoses with paranoid schizophrenia and was placed on expensive medications. She hasn't had the money to pay for the meds and she is worried that Child Protective Services are after her. She received an anonymous message that she had inherited a few hundred dollars. With her remaining funds she travelled to Bridgeport. After realizing it was a scam, she became afraid which led to a attack and when I met her, she was in the middle of a hallucination and CPS was trying to take Liz.

"How well can you write?" I had a brilliant idea.

"I'm fairly decent, but I can paint."

"Show me."

I bought Liz a crib and gave Lucy a job painting for my book that I was writing. Soon we had brought in enough money for her to see a shrink.

I took her to my doctor and we picked up her meds. On the way home, that day, we saw that the festival was in town and we stopped by for a while. I convinced her to call a baby sitter and we spent the evening eating junk and playing games.

She had a great time and we didn't make it back home until 2am. My favorite part of the evening was watching her skate. She was so beautiful and childlike, almost breakable. It was the first time I had convinced her to leave the house in months. That evening when we returned, the baby sitter met us at the door.

"Sir, there was an accident. Elizabeth is fine, but your kitchen isn't. I knew how to use the fire extinguisher and put out the flames, but the counters are ruined."

"Oh my God, they found me and tried burn Elizabeth." For the first time since the first day here, her personality shifted.

All I could do was hold her as I told the baby sitter to leave.

Prolouge: Brandon Sparks

As I look out at the ocean, I wonder why my life has brought such sorrow. I was brought up in a well to do family. I even fell in love and had a sweet daughter. I don't understand why or how it ended so quickly.

I married at 19 and had Rebecca at 21. Jackie and I had an average life an we had money. We were doing so good before tragedy struck.

I had been working on my latest book and Jackie had tucked Rebecca in. Rebecca was a sickly child and Jackie decided to sleep in her room that night because Becky had a fever again. I must have dell asleep at my desk because the next thing I heard were screams and gun shots. By time I reached my girls, they were dead and a gun was in my face. I tried to get away but the guy hit me in the head and all went dark. I awoke in the hospital and it was confirmed that my family was dead. I relive these memories way too often.. almost daily.

I don't understand why this happened. I would have given up everything I had to keep them alive....anything.

10 years later, I'm 35, single, and living in a new city. I had to get away from that stupid town. They felt sorry for me and I hated it. I hate me too, maybe if I hadn't of ran, my girls would still be alive. Or maybe I should have went to bed when they did. I don't know, I just know I hate myself everyday.

Time to stop feeling sorry for myself and head back to reality. I really need to get some work done on Bending Stark, my new sci-fi novel.

Walking back to the cabin I see something sitting on my patio. Stupid stray dogs, are always getting into my trash. Wait, that looks like a child.


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"ELIZABETH!!!!!"  I hear some one yelling frantically.

 

Someone has wondered down my isolated road and has lost their child and it's sitting on my patio. I quickly walk up to the child. "You must be Elizabeth." The little girl giggles and starts to crawl off. I pick her up and yell. "She's over here."

"I'm so sorry. We have been walking all day, and I got tired and sat down and must have dozed off. I'm such a terrible mother. Please don't call the officials on me. I don't want to lose her. They will take her and then he'll get her."

"Calm down, miss, I'm not calling any one. Why don't you come in and rest. It's so hot out today. Why are you walking down this way? There's nothing here, that you should be looking for." This lady was obviously distraught and scared. My protective instinct immediately kicked in and I realized I'd do anything to protect this lady and her child.

"I'm running from someone."
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