Disaster - Chapters Two and Three
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Chapter Two
"Peter loves the new girl!" The girls chanted as I was waking up after falling asleep in his car. I was now in the comfort of my new, own bed. I kept my eyes shut as I could feel one of the girls stroking my hair.
"Her hair is soft." Bethany said as she continued to stroke my hair between her fingers. Then, I felt another hand go through my hair and heard Molly agree with Bethany. "Peter, feel her hair. Molly likes it too!"
"No thank you."
"Then, come over here." Molly said and I felt the bed shake a little as Peter sat on the other side. I opened my eyes and both the girls squealed. "She's awake!" I got up rubbing my head from the headache I had just gotten.
"You two just had to wake her up and then scream." He said clearly annoyed as usual. I looked at him as he gave me a fake smile then looked back at the girls. "Go eat breakfast you two."
"Fine!" They both said stomping their feel and leaving the room.
"I'm sorry about that, they can be-"
"Don't be. It's fine." I said rubbing my head again.
"So, not to be a bother, but why'd you run to that park on the drive back here last night?"
"I-" I said swallowing some of the pain. "I thought I had seen my parents and my brother there. I'm just-"
Before I could say anything he grabbed my hand. I pulled away and moved over a little bit. I looked at him, left the room and went to go eat breakfast. I didn't mean to be rude, but I didn't know him, and I did not want him touching me. I only knew his name and that he is clearly annoyed by the two girls.
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I went back into the room to see that no one was there which surprised me. I looked around to make sure no one was there, and went to my bag. I pulled out a picture frame which had a picture of my close friend, Darren, and I. I knew he was planning on sneaking to my house that night and was going to ask me out. I had been prepared for it, but I was definitely not prepared for the fire.
I saw my phone vibrate in my bag and picked it up.
1 voice mail.
'Hello, this is Sheriff Paul and I am calling to tell you that we have gathered information about the crime scene. Head down to the police station and we will talk.'
I put my phone in my pocket and went to go find Ms. Lisa.
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Of course, I had to be with Peter who I didn't want to be with. Especially, after the last time we saw each other and for the fact that he'd be getting to know more about me.
"You're staying in the car." I said.
"Why?"
"Because this is my case. Your parents and brother weren't-"
"Okay, I'll stay." I took a breath and looked at the police station as we pulled in. Before I opened my door, he locked it.
"Can you please unlock this door? You're creeping me out a little bit."
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and good luck."
I nodded my head. As he unlocked the door, I grabbed my phone and headed into the police station. The place was strangely empty, besides a few police officers roaming around and the people who worked there. I went to the front desk and told them my name. They lead me to Sheriff Paul's room and shut the door behind me.
"Now, you want this information, correct?"
"Yes." I said.
"Well it didn't take us too long to figure everything out, or at least, almost everything. We found out the 'cause of the fire was an electric spark which was 'caused by an object hitting your power generator. We know that a boy named Darren O'Conner was also killed there." I swallowed back my tears. Darren, my best friend, died trying to ask me out. "We know your mother died trying to get out of the house by smashing her elbow into the window and died from excessive bleeding. Your father died from being trapped by the flames and fumes. Your brother had died from the amount of flames going into his lungs. It was too much for the little guy to-"
"Who started it?"
"Well, we aren't sure but-"
"Tell me! I lost my parents, my newborn brother, and my best friend who died from going to ask me to be his other half of his heart. He didn't have to die! Neither did my parent's or my brother, just tell me!"
He took a breath and told me who it was...
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I sat in the car as Peter pulled in the driveway. "So what'd he tell you." He said giving me a tissue as we got out of the car.
I wiped away my tears and said "He told me everything he knew."
"Do you know who or what started it?"
I took a breath and started the story. "That morning, my mom had been changing my brothers diaper, my father had been fixing the television and my best friend was supposed to be coming over to ask me to be his girlfriend. I was packed to go to my friends sleepover that day and I was about to get out of my bed. But I saw these vicious flames that already engulfed half my room. So I jumped out my window."
"Who started it?"
"The boy who was going to ask me to be his other half. Darren." All of a sudden, he pulled me close and hugged me. I wanted to push away but I felt this comfort overcome me. All my life, I had pushed away everything that was close to me but I wasn't going to push Peter away like I did to Darren.
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Chapter - Three
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far.
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I felt his fingers go through my hair and he laughed. "The girls were right, your hair is soft."
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my purse and went inside. I pulled out that picture again and saw Darren. I didn't know exactly what to feel. I felt bad that he had to die because of me, but yet, it wasn't really my fault. I didn't tell him to come up to my room and ask me out. But, also, I was mad with him. If he hadn't come and sneaked into my house, none of this would've happened.
I watched Peter come into the room, sit across from me, and started at his hands. "I'm not here because I lost my parents. I'm here because they were taken away from me." he said looking up at me. "They beat me until I passed out. Sometimes they did it when I didn't stay in my room, and other times they just beat me. They didn't need a reason, whenever they felt like they wanted to beat me, they did. Then, my school ended up finding out."
"How?"
"I got really skinny. I only ate at school and had dinner sometimes."
"What about the two girls?"
"Oh, they aren't related to me. Their parents had gone on vacation and never came back. Their family didn't want them. So Ms. Lisa found them and brought them here. Once they saw me, they referred to me as their brother. But I don't want them to call me that because my own brother and sister died right in front of my eyes. My parents had done the same things to them that they did to me. They couldn't take it and they just died."
It got silent and I held out my arms to Peter. He sat next to me and we both hugged each other again. "Everything is going to be alright." I told him. "I'm sorry."
"Hold on." He said as he walked over to his bed grabbing a picture. He showed me it. It had a young boy sitting between two babies. "The one on the left is my brother Michael, I'm in the middle, and my sister Erin is on the right."
"How old were they?"
"In this picture, five months old. When they died they were only seven. They started getting beat and staved at the age of four."
"Peter-"
"Let's just drop this, okay?" He said putting the picture away. I could feel the awkwardness in the room. He came back over towards me and stood in front of me. "I never got your name." he said looking at me.
"Farrah." I said smoothing my hair back behind my ears. I smiled and he smiled back.
"A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Shut up." I said playfully putting my hand on his chest and pushing him a little. I had started to realize that everything that happens and that is around you has a purpose. So what was the purpose of my house getting burned down?
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This had been the second week of being here. Peter and I had gotten along fine. The girls referred to me as the mom they never really had. There was this one night though, that had changed everything there. I had walked into the kitchen and heard noises. Without saying anything, I saw the fridge open and Peter was eating. Not just eating a snack, eating as much as he could.
I quietly ran to Ms. Lisa's room and told her Peter was overeating. We both ran to the kitchen and the look on his face when Ms. Lisa saw killed me. He was angry with me, clearly. He had been moved to another room right after that. Ms. Lisa told me as he left that he was going to stay there and talk to a therapist for two weeks.
When the girls had asked me about Peter, I just told them that Peter wasn't feeling well and he needed help to get better. I told them he would be better soon and would be okay. But it was easier to tell them that than to convince myself that it was true.
I went back into the kitchen and found all the food wrappers, boxes, and leftovers everywhere. I had cleaned it up, even when Ms. Lisa had threatened to move me into a separate room also. I knew she wouldn't move me because the two girls needed someone there for them and I was that person.
I went over to his room but before I could knock, I heard yelling.
"My parents starved me! You expect me to think my body is fine the way it is? I was in that kitchen engulfing myself in food because I wanted to get fatter! I was made fun of in High School for being too skinny! You expect me to be fine?" He said. I heard a bang. I opened the door to find the therapist moving away and Peter going after her. He had thrown the table against the floor which had scared the living daylights out of the woman.
"Peter, please. Let's just calm down."
"Calm down? You're telling me what to do with my life!"
"I'm just trying to help!"
Before Peter could say anything else, I ran over to him and hugged him, as tightly as I could. "Peter, everything is going to be alright." I told him. "Let's go." I said letting go, grabbing his hand and practically dragged him out of the room. I hugged him for one reason. That reason was I knew that he'd feel the ways I felt when we hugged; safe and he wouldn't want to push me away.
"Peter loves the new girl!" The girls chanted as I was waking up after falling asleep in his car. I was now in the comfort of my new, own bed. I kept my eyes shut as I could feel one of the girls stroking my hair.
"Her hair is soft." Bethany said as she continued to stroke my hair between her fingers. Then, I felt another hand go through my hair and heard Molly agree with Bethany. "Peter, feel her hair. Molly likes it too!"
"No thank you."
"Then, come over here." Molly said and I felt the bed shake a little as Peter sat on the other side. I opened my eyes and both the girls squealed. "She's awake!" I got up rubbing my head from the headache I had just gotten.
"You two just had to wake her up and then scream." He said clearly annoyed as usual. I looked at him as he gave me a fake smile then looked back at the girls. "Go eat breakfast you two."
"Fine!" They both said stomping their feel and leaving the room.
"I'm sorry about that, they can be-"
"Don't be. It's fine." I said rubbing my head again.
"So, not to be a bother, but why'd you run to that park on the drive back here last night?"
"I-" I said swallowing some of the pain. "I thought I had seen my parents and my brother there. I'm just-"
Before I could say anything he grabbed my hand. I pulled away and moved over a little bit. I looked at him, left the room and went to go eat breakfast. I didn't mean to be rude, but I didn't know him, and I did not want him touching me. I only knew his name and that he is clearly annoyed by the two girls.
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I went back into the room to see that no one was there which surprised me. I looked around to make sure no one was there, and went to my bag. I pulled out a picture frame which had a picture of my close friend, Darren, and I. I knew he was planning on sneaking to my house that night and was going to ask me out. I had been prepared for it, but I was definitely not prepared for the fire.
I saw my phone vibrate in my bag and picked it up.
1 voice mail.
'Hello, this is Sheriff Paul and I am calling to tell you that we have gathered information about the crime scene. Head down to the police station and we will talk.'
I put my phone in my pocket and went to go find Ms. Lisa.
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Of course, I had to be with Peter who I didn't want to be with. Especially, after the last time we saw each other and for the fact that he'd be getting to know more about me.
"You're staying in the car." I said.
"Why?"
"Because this is my case. Your parents and brother weren't-"
"Okay, I'll stay." I took a breath and looked at the police station as we pulled in. Before I opened my door, he locked it.
"Can you please unlock this door? You're creeping me out a little bit."
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry and good luck."
I nodded my head. As he unlocked the door, I grabbed my phone and headed into the police station. The place was strangely empty, besides a few police officers roaming around and the people who worked there. I went to the front desk and told them my name. They lead me to Sheriff Paul's room and shut the door behind me.
"Now, you want this information, correct?"
"Yes." I said.
"Well it didn't take us too long to figure everything out, or at least, almost everything. We found out the 'cause of the fire was an electric spark which was 'caused by an object hitting your power generator. We know that a boy named Darren O'Conner was also killed there." I swallowed back my tears. Darren, my best friend, died trying to ask me out. "We know your mother died trying to get out of the house by smashing her elbow into the window and died from excessive bleeding. Your father died from being trapped by the flames and fumes. Your brother had died from the amount of flames going into his lungs. It was too much for the little guy to-"
"Who started it?"
"Well, we aren't sure but-"
"Tell me! I lost my parents, my newborn brother, and my best friend who died from going to ask me to be his other half of his heart. He didn't have to die! Neither did my parent's or my brother, just tell me!"
He took a breath and told me who it was...
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I sat in the car as Peter pulled in the driveway. "So what'd he tell you." He said giving me a tissue as we got out of the car.
I wiped away my tears and said "He told me everything he knew."
"Do you know who or what started it?"
I took a breath and started the story. "That morning, my mom had been changing my brothers diaper, my father had been fixing the television and my best friend was supposed to be coming over to ask me to be his girlfriend. I was packed to go to my friends sleepover that day and I was about to get out of my bed. But I saw these vicious flames that already engulfed half my room. So I jumped out my window."
"Who started it?"
"The boy who was going to ask me to be his other half. Darren." All of a sudden, he pulled me close and hugged me. I wanted to push away but I felt this comfort overcome me. All my life, I had pushed away everything that was close to me but I wasn't going to push Peter away like I did to Darren.
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Chapter - Three
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far.
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I felt his fingers go through my hair and he laughed. "The girls were right, your hair is soft."
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my purse and went inside. I pulled out that picture again and saw Darren. I didn't know exactly what to feel. I felt bad that he had to die because of me, but yet, it wasn't really my fault. I didn't tell him to come up to my room and ask me out. But, also, I was mad with him. If he hadn't come and sneaked into my house, none of this would've happened.
I watched Peter come into the room, sit across from me, and started at his hands. "I'm not here because I lost my parents. I'm here because they were taken away from me." he said looking up at me. "They beat me until I passed out. Sometimes they did it when I didn't stay in my room, and other times they just beat me. They didn't need a reason, whenever they felt like they wanted to beat me, they did. Then, my school ended up finding out."
"How?"
"I got really skinny. I only ate at school and had dinner sometimes."
"What about the two girls?"
"Oh, they aren't related to me. Their parents had gone on vacation and never came back. Their family didn't want them. So Ms. Lisa found them and brought them here. Once they saw me, they referred to me as their brother. But I don't want them to call me that because my own brother and sister died right in front of my eyes. My parents had done the same things to them that they did to me. They couldn't take it and they just died."
It got silent and I held out my arms to Peter. He sat next to me and we both hugged each other again. "Everything is going to be alright." I told him. "I'm sorry."
"Hold on." He said as he walked over to his bed grabbing a picture. He showed me it. It had a young boy sitting between two babies. "The one on the left is my brother Michael, I'm in the middle, and my sister Erin is on the right."
"How old were they?"
"In this picture, five months old. When they died they were only seven. They started getting beat and staved at the age of four."
"Peter-"
"Let's just drop this, okay?" He said putting the picture away. I could feel the awkwardness in the room. He came back over towards me and stood in front of me. "I never got your name." he said looking at me.
"Farrah." I said smoothing my hair back behind my ears. I smiled and he smiled back.
"A pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Shut up." I said playfully putting my hand on his chest and pushing him a little. I had started to realize that everything that happens and that is around you has a purpose. So what was the purpose of my house getting burned down?
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This had been the second week of being here. Peter and I had gotten along fine. The girls referred to me as the mom they never really had. There was this one night though, that had changed everything there. I had walked into the kitchen and heard noises. Without saying anything, I saw the fridge open and Peter was eating. Not just eating a snack, eating as much as he could.
I quietly ran to Ms. Lisa's room and told her Peter was overeating. We both ran to the kitchen and the look on his face when Ms. Lisa saw killed me. He was angry with me, clearly. He had been moved to another room right after that. Ms. Lisa told me as he left that he was going to stay there and talk to a therapist for two weeks.
When the girls had asked me about Peter, I just told them that Peter wasn't feeling well and he needed help to get better. I told them he would be better soon and would be okay. But it was easier to tell them that than to convince myself that it was true.
I went back into the kitchen and found all the food wrappers, boxes, and leftovers everywhere. I had cleaned it up, even when Ms. Lisa had threatened to move me into a separate room also. I knew she wouldn't move me because the two girls needed someone there for them and I was that person.
I went over to his room but before I could knock, I heard yelling.
"My parents starved me! You expect me to think my body is fine the way it is? I was in that kitchen engulfing myself in food because I wanted to get fatter! I was made fun of in High School for being too skinny! You expect me to be fine?" He said. I heard a bang. I opened the door to find the therapist moving away and Peter going after her. He had thrown the table against the floor which had scared the living daylights out of the woman.
"Peter, please. Let's just calm down."
"Calm down? You're telling me what to do with my life!"
"I'm just trying to help!"
Before Peter could say anything else, I ran over to him and hugged him, as tightly as I could. "Peter, everything is going to be alright." I told him. "Let's go." I said letting go, grabbing his hand and practically dragged him out of the room. I hugged him for one reason. That reason was I knew that he'd feel the ways I felt when we hugged; safe and he wouldn't want to push me away.
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