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William had to ask something, but he'd do it when Garrett wasn't in the room. "How's the spaghetti?" he asked. He now recognized the signs, the frail frame, the way she looked like she was wanting to run. She was one of two things, runaway or an abused child. A runaway could be taken care of; he'd done it before. An abused child would lead to someone getting hurt. Namely the twisted soul doing so.
"It's good, sir, thank you." Erie said, her eyes flitted to the clock again and then back around the room, "I have to go, I'm sorry, it's been nice meeting you." she said honestly she pushed her chair back and stood up. She wans't sure if it'd be rude to just walk out or if she should wait to be allowed to leave. She picked her plate up and walked ove rto the sink, where she started to wash, may as well clean up her dishes before she left.
William got up and walked to her, speaking in a low voice. "If you ever need anything, consider our house your home. Or second home."
Erie just nodded, she knew what he was getting, he probably suspected something. She dried her dish and placed it on the counter. "Again, thank you for dinner." she said. She gace William a salute, nodded to Garrett, and then turned and walked off. She got of the house and darted off. She ran towards her street, she'd probably camp out in the alley behind her house.
Friday finished her meal and went to the room that she shared with all the other 15-17 year old girls. She sat down on her bed and grabbed her bag and searched through it for some PJs to change into.
"How come you can't be nice to any other people?" Garrett asked. William turned around and looked at him, a serious look on her face. "She's abused." Garret's jaw dropped. "How can you-" "She looks like she hasn't eaten, she has a shade of a bruise visible, she looks scared of anyone and everyone, jept her hand in her pocket on a possible weapon, and wanted out of here as quickly as possible." Garrett decided to just shut up and finish dinner. William had lost his appetite.
Erie sat down in the alleyway behind her house. The light in her father's bedroom was on. She saw His shadow pacing in front of the window, he was holding a bottle, not a surprise. It was cold for a summer night, Erie wrapped her arms around her chest to keep warm, if her father went to bed soons he may be able to sleep in her room tonight, though she doubted that would happen.
They went to bed. Garrett fell out the second he hit his pillow. William, o nthe other hand, stayed awake and sat at the table. It was hard, knowing that he knew for a fact the girl was abused and he wasn't doing anything about it. He prayed and looked off where she had disappeared to. Suddenly, the phone rang.
The light went off in Erie's father's bedroom, Erie counted to 15 slowly and then got up. She slipped over to her house and listened outside his window. She heard nothing, so she slipped in the back way and then to her room. She barely had time to take her shoes off before she collapsed on her bed. She closed her eyes and was easing off to sleep when she heard her father stumbling down the hall.
Garrett was dreaming of chasing down a man who had been stealing from the house. While running, Garrett grew a foot taller. His muscles started to bulge and become sculpted to his frame. He chased down the man and beat him to a bloody pulp, proud that he was now a man. The dream was dispelled, however, when the phone rang.
Erie rolled over as her door opened, her father stumbled in. As soon as he entered the smell of alcohol came with him, her nose wrinkled. It was dark though, he couldn't see her. Hoepfully he didn't know she was here.
((I gotta go for a bit...be back later.))
((I'm back now. :D))
Telemarketer. Of course. William sat back down and looked out the window. He silently observed the silhouettes of the people walking down the streetlit sidewalks and frowned.
Erie's father turned the light on and looked around, his eyes were blood shot. Erie smiled awkwardly as she lay on her back, propped up on her elbows, "Hi dad." she muttered. "Wren!" he called, looking around. Erie slid off her bed and started to get her shoes on, her father hadn't noticed her yet, her father was screaming for her mother. Erie knelt down and sarted to tie her shoes as her father wandered around the room yelling for her mother.
Garrett opened his window. He couldn't sleep, and he knew better than to wander out into the living room area. He swung a leg out the window and got himself out, then walked in a particular direction. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he could get tired by walking. He did it every week.
Erie's father headed over to her and grabbed her collar, "Where is she?" he snapped at her shaking her, he slammed her into the wall. "Where is she?" he asked again. Erie knew bette rthan to answer, she didn't know adn even if she did her father wouldn't believe her. Her father backhanded her in the mouth, Erie tasted blood. Her father mumbled drunkenly and dropped her. Erie stayed where she was, waiing til he turneda round to run.
Friday hadn't otten in ehr PJs, she was to jumpy. The day had been quiet, too quiet. She decided to get some fresh air and slipped outside, ducking past the adults around so they wouldn't detain her she went outside. She walked down the sidewalk breathing the cool night air in to clear her head.
William heard Garrett get out of his room, but didn't bother chasing him down. He did this so often. He was worrying about Erie, wishing he could have done more for her.
Erie's father looked down at her, he was bretahing heavily, like he'd run a mile, "Where is Wren!?" he asked her angrily, Erie loked at him and just shook her head. She grunted as her father's foot slammed into her face, her right eye exlploded with pain. Her father turned and stumbled off screaming for Erie's mother. Erie jumped up and climbing out her window ran off down an alley. She finally squatted down about two blocks from William's house, though William's hous ewould be on the otehr side of the street. She touched her tounge to the corner of her mouth and tasted blood. She touched the corner of her mouth gingerly with her finger tips, he'd split her lip, and there would be some bruising around that corner of her mouth. Nothing serious she judged. She then touched her eyee, it too would bruise up and be a nasty black eye and probably would swell up alot adn ake it hard to see outof that eye, but again nothing she couldn't deal with on her own. She used her shirt collar to wipe the blood from her mouth Erie sat down, trying to decide if she should take WIlliam up on his offer and go to his house too see if she could stay the night, or if she should just bunk down here.
Friday trudged down the sidewalk, head down, watching her shoes slap the pavement as she walked. She didn't think anyone would be out at this time of night, so she didn'tw orry about bumping into anyone.
Garrett seen the figure approaching him and stopped. He was unarmed, and this was probably some crazy person. Nevertheless, he was prepared to defend himself, regardless of whatever happened.
Friday bump into someone and jerked her head up, seeing the boy who bumped into her earlier, "What is your problem, dude?" she said calmly, "A sidewalk is for walking, not standing. That's why it's called a sidewalk, not a sidestand." she added with a smart-aleck tone.
Erie felt blood trickling down her chin, again. She wiped in away and looekd around, she didn't particualrly want to hang around here tonight, she didn't know this place as well as the alley behind her house. In the alley behind her house she could easily get away from any creepy people that came around because she kenw that aley well. She didn't reallyw ant to go back there though, so she stood up.