Damn...its sure been a while hasn't it? I'm sooooo sorry about the wait.
I've been totally swamped with school and stuff. But now I think I'm back
on track, so hopefully you can expect updates sooner. [insert usual
disclaimer here]
Cara woke up in her own apartment, on her own bed. Her Rottweiler, Titus, lay on the bed next to her in a protective position. She heard movement out in her living room and got up slowly to investigate. Titus got up and followed her. She stepped into the room and looked at the figure sitting on the couch, looking through her books.
"Excuse me," she said. "Who are you?"
The man looked up at her. "I'm a friend of Clarice's," he stated. He looked back to the photo album he was looking at. "Please, sit," he said.
Cara did as he said and sat down next to him, Titus at a very close distance. The strange man was making Titus uneasy, and he lay his head on Cara's knee. The man pointed to the picture of the large crowd at the picnic table. "Who is everyone in this picture?" he asked. Cara pointed to each figure. "This is me," she said, pointing to the child. "I'm sitting on my aunt Clarice's lap, and next to her is my dad, James. He died a while ago. The other woman is my other aunt Maggie, and the other two are my uncles Rick and Jake. That was the last time our whole family got together before my dad died. I haven't seen most of my relatives since the funeral, and that was ten years ago. Hey how do you know Clarice anyhow?"
"I met her when she was training at the academy," said the man. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. This young girl would find out sooner or later. "Tell me, where are you from? You're not from here, I can tell."
"Originally I'm from West Virginia. My whole family is. Except my mom. She's from here. After my dad died, my mom moved back here, but I wanted to finish school so I lived with my aunt Maggie in Florida until I graduated. Then I came here to be with my mom," she explained.
"Ah," said the man. "That's what it is. It's the same as Clarice's accent. You remind me so much of her."
Cara smiled. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'd like to have some time alone, and considering the fact that I really don't know you, I think it'd be best for you to leave."
He smiled at her, "its not a problem at all. I'm glad you're feeling alright. I was a bit worried when you passed out like that."
"Thank you for helping me," she said.
The man raised up off the couch and got his hat. As he turned the doorknob to walk out, Cara spoke. "Um...how exactly did you know I lived here?" she asked.
"All good things to those who wait," he said, and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.
Cara woke up in her own apartment, on her own bed. Her Rottweiler, Titus, lay on the bed next to her in a protective position. She heard movement out in her living room and got up slowly to investigate. Titus got up and followed her. She stepped into the room and looked at the figure sitting on the couch, looking through her books.
"Excuse me," she said. "Who are you?"
The man looked up at her. "I'm a friend of Clarice's," he stated. He looked back to the photo album he was looking at. "Please, sit," he said.
Cara did as he said and sat down next to him, Titus at a very close distance. The strange man was making Titus uneasy, and he lay his head on Cara's knee. The man pointed to the picture of the large crowd at the picnic table. "Who is everyone in this picture?" he asked. Cara pointed to each figure. "This is me," she said, pointing to the child. "I'm sitting on my aunt Clarice's lap, and next to her is my dad, James. He died a while ago. The other woman is my other aunt Maggie, and the other two are my uncles Rick and Jake. That was the last time our whole family got together before my dad died. I haven't seen most of my relatives since the funeral, and that was ten years ago. Hey how do you know Clarice anyhow?"
"I met her when she was training at the academy," said the man. It was the truth, just not the whole truth. This young girl would find out sooner or later. "Tell me, where are you from? You're not from here, I can tell."
"Originally I'm from West Virginia. My whole family is. Except my mom. She's from here. After my dad died, my mom moved back here, but I wanted to finish school so I lived with my aunt Maggie in Florida until I graduated. Then I came here to be with my mom," she explained.
"Ah," said the man. "That's what it is. It's the same as Clarice's accent. You remind me so much of her."
Cara smiled. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'd like to have some time alone, and considering the fact that I really don't know you, I think it'd be best for you to leave."
He smiled at her, "its not a problem at all. I'm glad you're feeling alright. I was a bit worried when you passed out like that."
"Thank you for helping me," she said.
The man raised up off the couch and got his hat. As he turned the doorknob to walk out, Cara spoke. "Um...how exactly did you know I lived here?" she asked.
"All good things to those who wait," he said, and walked out the door, closing it softly behind him.