#2: The day Denis Maves died. *And slight explanation of why Lauren hates Lucy*

It was the day before Thanksgiving and Louise Maves was preparing the turkey that needed to start being baked in the oven at three in the morning until the middle of the next day, a tedious Job that she was not looking forward too, seeing as her youngest, four year old, daughter-who name was Maya- was the lightest sleeper besides her husband Denis and would surely be up all night from the constant hourly rotations of the turkey. As Louise had begun to hum a little tune she used to sing her eldest daughter Lucy when she was young, who was currently rolling out a pie crust next to her, when her youngest daughter had ran out of the room with the still wet painting of her hand turkey, dirty fingers and all. Louise ran out of the room after her, putting down the red ceramic bowl that contained the almost finished stuffing mixture.

Louise decided to follow the hyper giggles and was led throughout the house- past Lucy's bedroom that was on the floor level, past Maya's bedroom that was across from Lucy's, past the bathroom, past Louise's own room, and finally she chased the little pitter of feet up the stairs and the bedroom sized room that served as a guest room or playroom. Louise was stumped, where else could she look for her little daughter when this was the last area she heard her. Their house wasn't big, just the right size for their family of four, and just as Louise was going to give up she heard the muffled giggles of her daughter traveling from the small bathroom attached to the guest room. Holding back a smile, Louise padded her way across the room.

"Boo!" Louise yelled out as she jumped into the bathroom, laughing as Maya shrieked and run out of the room, just barely slipping past Louise.

Louise chased her daughter down the stairs and stopped running as she made it into the medium sized living room, sinking into one of the two sofas to catch her breath. As she was doing that, the phone began to ring. Louise leaned over the arm of the sofa and picked up the phone on the side table.

"Hello?" Louise asked after she cleared her throat, hoping she didn't sound as out of breath as she felt.

"Hello ma'am, is this the residence of Denis Maves?" A female's voice questioned.

"Yes he lives here, I'm his wife." Louise replied warily, "May I ask who is calling?"

"I am a nurse at Forks Hospital; your husband was in an accident." The nurse informed Louise.

Louise felt her breath hitch and swallowed thickly. "Is he alright?" She frantically asked.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Maves; I can't disclose that over the phone without proof that you are who you claim." The nurse stated hesitantly.

"Tell me if my husband is alive or not!" Louise demanded her voice hysterical as she ran a shaky hand through her straight brown hair.

"I'm so sorry ma'am for your loss-" The nurse began to say sympathetically.

"No!" Louise yelled heartbrokenly out loud as she curled up on the sofa, the phone being forgotten and the nurse's distant yells of concern faded away from Louise's ears.

Louise was still curled up on the sofa as she rolled off it in her fit of anguish, and dimly was aware that Lucy had frantically ran into the room, with pecan pie filling splattered on her forehead. Louise didn't want to be near her eldest daughter, as cruel as it sounds; due to the fact the Lucy resembled Denis so much, despite the hair color. Lucy even had a personality that matched Denis's to a t; the only difference in personality was that Lucy had Louise's love for books.

"Mom what's wrong!?" Lucy inquired yelled out, frenziedly trying to figure out what happened.

"Mom you need to tell me." Lucy stated, trying to take a different approach and be calm, completely assuming this was about the turkey or that Maya had gotten paint onto the walls again.

"How can you be so calm?!" Louise yelled outraged by her daughters' lack of caring about her father's death. "Your father is dead!"

Louise watched unemotionally as Lucy's face crumpled and her knees fell to the floor.

"W-what?" Lucy chocked out, her teary green eyes staring into the cold brown eyes of Louise's own.

Louise didn't choose to reply, only curly back into a fetal position- ignoring her eldest daughter who had begun to cry and her youngest who as still obliviously finger painting again.

Louise woke up the day after in her bed, not remembering anything after chasing Maya around the house. She scrambled her brain for anything, but couldn't find anything. She shrugged her shoulders; she decided that she would just ask Lucy and figure out what happened. As Louise walked across the hallway, she took notice that Lucy's door was closed, her door was never closed. She quickly rapped her knuckled against the doors surface, expecting her daughter to still be asleep and explain why her door was closed, but she didn't answer. Louise opened the door and was shocked to notice her daughter sitting up in the bed unemotionally staring at the pink print of her top blanket. Not even lifting her head up to greet her mother.

"What's wrong?" Louise questioned, walking further into the room.

"D-dads dead remember." Lucy stated flatly, her eyes unwavering from their downward cast.

Louise's mouth parted in shock, at the fact that Lucy would even insinuate that her father was dead and that her daughter was so detached- it was completely out of character for her normally very bubbly and outgoing child. Before it all came back, the phone call, the crying, then nothing. Louise assumed that she must have blacked out and that Lucy was kind enough to bring her back to bed, and the news of her now dead husband, father to Lucy, was dead must be the reason causing her daughter strange behavior.

"Oh Lucy," Louise began to say sympathetically wrapping her arm around Lucy, before the latter of the two shrugged her off and walked out of the room in her night clothes.

Louise just stared in surprise at the doorway, too exhausted to deal with Lucy's drama.

Louise continued on with her normal day routine, cleaning the house, play with Maya, slightly chastising Lucy for not putting the turkey into the oven before deciding to just order a pizza and put lunch meat-turkey- on top of it, and set the table for said dinner.

At the dinner table, the three females sat in silence, before Maya had decided to speak about her new friend at the playground. Louise eagerly joined the discussion, happy to have some noise at the table.

Nobody noticed as Lucy hadn't spoke once throughout the day and was further isolating herself as she sat across from her father's chair.

"Why are you so sad?" Lauren Mallory, who had just turned fourteen, asked her best friend as she twirled her light blonde hair in her hand.

"My dad died a week a-ago Lauren." Lucy said impassively, sitting on the bench next to her friend.

"C'mon Lucy, you need to get over it. Look Mikes totally checking you out!" Lauren told Lucy cheerfully, "You better not like him back."

Lucy rolled her eyes, "I-I don't, trust m-me."

Lauren gave an exaggerated sigh before turning to face Lucy. "Seriously, you can't do that stutter thing if we're going to be the most popular girls in high school."

Lucy rolled her eyes once again before heatedly speaking, "You don't understand anything Lauren, and your life is perfectly fine."

"You know what Lucy I don't." Lauren sneered. "My dad isn't dead."

"Y-you k-know what Lauren, I'm done b-being your friend. P-people are right, you a-are mean." Lucy called over her shoulder as she walked away from the catty girl.

"Don't walk away from me Lucy, we're best friends!" Lauren shrilly shrieked. When Lucy didn't slow her pace or stop Lauren added, "You're going to regret this Lucy! I'll make sure no one even knows you exist!"

Lucy didn't stop even after that, believing Lauren was bluffing- not that she would care, her life was already nonexistent without her father.