A fathers Sacrifice. The End Tribute added
~Angel~:
Cant wait for the next bit, this story is brilliant!! And the pictures are so realistic, i love it :D
flid:
They walked slowly back to the trailer. They weren’t in any rush to go back. Morgan felt her body relaxing the further they got away from the little cafe. Her emotions were mixed up. She was happy that her stomach was full and that they had both had a decent meal, but on the other hand she was apprehensive as to why the woman in the cafe was trying to help them. She turned it over and over in her head, but no matter what she thought she just couldn’t make any sense of it.
They arrived back at the trailer. The place was a mess. The gloom hit them as they walked in. Morgan stood there and looked around, her heart slowly sinking as she remembered her old bedroom at home. Adam put his arm around her shoulders; he could tell by the look on her face what she was thinking.
“We can clean it up you know.”
She looked back at him and nodded.
They spent the day cleaning up. Adam bagged up his fathers discarded cans and papers, while Morgan washed some sheets in the sink. She had managed to find a bottle of surface cleaner, it wasn’t perfect but it did the job. The water was cold and most of the stains didn’t come out, but they smelt better than they had before. She hung them out side to dry in the sun shine.
They spent the next couple of months surviving by stealing at least one meal a day and making it last between them. They made sure that they didn’t go into the same shop over and over again, but spreading their food hunts out into as many different places as they could find. Their stomachs constantly rumbled and occasionally they felt to dizzy to move, but they spurred each other on. They had running water in the trailer, and they were thankful for that. There was no heating inside though and they had to rely on each others body heat at night. When the nights had grown really cold they warmed them selves on mugs of boiled water and sugar, heated over a small bonfire outside.
They went for their usual weekly visit to the café. When the hunger got too much Morgan would let Adam take her there, even though she still didn’t feel comfortable. She couldn’t understand why the woman was helping them. She brought them over a generous helping of toast and bacon. They both ate it as quickly as possible, getting it into their stomachs before it went cold.
Morgan finished her breakfast and excused her self.
The owner watched as Morgan went to the bathroom to clean up. Cautiously, she walked over to Adam; she didn’t want to scare him off. She had watched them over the last two months. The boy seemed approachable, but the girl looked constantly on her guard, she had never spoken to them properly, nothing more than a ‘how are you,’ but today she wanted to push it a little further, she hoped she had made the right choice.
“Excuse me?” She said.
Adam looked up at her.
“How old are you?”
She saw Adams expression change. “Its, ok I am not prying. Its just I need a hand here at the café, and you look about old enough to work. I was wondering if you would want to.”
Adam looked at her trying to weigh her up. Was she serious? No one was this nice without wanting something in return. All the food she had given them and now a job offer, but she looked like a harmless woman. He could try it. There wasn’t anything she could really gain from him.
“Ok.”
She smiled at him. For a moment she thought he was going to refuse.
Morgan came out of the bathroom and froze when she saw them talking. She rushed over to them, not wanting Adam to tell the woman anything about them.
“You can start tomorrow if you like.” She grabbed his hand and placed three ten pound notes into his palm. “Buy yourself some clothes for tomorrow. I’ll see you at seven thirty on the dot.”
Morgan watched in horror. She had to stop this, she didn’t know how, but how could he so easily trust someone. What did this woman want?
Adam saw the look on Morgan’s face and got up from his chair. He thanked the woman, before escorting Morgan out.
“What are you doing?” she said to him, her voice holding onto the edge of anger.
“She offered me a job. I took it.”
“But why, you can’t take it. What…”
Adam knew exactly where this was going and cut Morgan off before she had chance to argue. “We need money Morgan. We have no money left. We can’t live on nothing.”
Morgan ground her teeth. She wanted to scream at him, but he was right. She knew it, but she did not like it.
She didn’t speak to him all the way back to the trailer.
“Are you going to talk to me?” he asked as they walked into their lounge.
“About what?” She snapped a little harsher than she had meant to.
“I don’t know." Adam tried to ignore her tone, he really didn’t want to get into a fight with her. "Anything. You’ve ignored me all the way home.”
“I didn’t.”
“Yes you did." He said. "What's the matter?”
“Nothing. I am fine.”
“Yeah ok.” He scoffed. She was frosty and snapping. He had got to know her moods over the last couple of months; she always did this when there was a problem.
“Morgan. Nothing, doesn’t work.” He said emphasising the word nothing.
“You wanna know what the matter is?” she stared at him, straight in the eyes, her gaze fuelled with anger.
“Yeah I do.”
“”You. The woman at the café. You getting a job”. Her voice started to grow louder as she spoke.”
He was taken a bit back at her remark. He had assumed that she would be pleased that they would have money coming in. At least then they would be able to eat honestly. “You’re not glad I got a job?”
“No." She said. "What's with that woman?”
“Morgan your being stupid now. We need the money. I have gone too long without decent food. I am not going to live like my father.”
“And how did your father live?” she shouted. “You never tell me, you always clam up.”
“You want to know about my father?” He said emphasizing the word father to her.
“Yes I do.” She crossed her arms and sat down waiting. He ground his teeth; he didn’t want to do this.
“My father was a drunk. He beat me every chance he got. I don’t have a mother because she walked out and left me with him. “His voice was raised when he spoke and he seemed to spit the end of every sentence out as he spoke. “He dumped me by the side of the road and left me for dead. So now you know. Happy now?”
Morgan fidgeted. She hadn’t meant to upset him. Angry tears brimmed in his eyes. She got up to go over to him.
“No don’t. I don’t want your pity.”
“Adam I’m...”
“You’re what? Sorry. Don’t be.” He said. He looked down at the floor, his voice a little calmer. “I am taking this job to make a better life for us.”
oddball011:
nice update still eager for the next little bit
kathy:
Oh fantastic! Can't wait for the update.
flid:
Adam arrived early at the café the next day. Morgan had gone with him reluctantly, but he had hoped that maybe he would be allowed to make her some breakfast.
Julie, the woman who owned the café was more than happy, as long as he made it and he cleaned up. The café was small but neat. Crisp white clothes lay over every table with matching napkins folded and ready for the next customer. The smell of bacon and eggs swam through the air making Adams stomach complain at how hungry he was.
Morgan sat scowling at him while he worked. He did his best to ignore her. If only she could see that he was doing it for them. Julie brought a plate of toast, bacon eggs and beans to Morgan in a hope that it would help her to win her over. Morgan looked at the food in front of her, the sweet scents that came from it floated over her nostrils and made her mouth water. She bit into the warm soft meat and savoured the salty taste as it went down her throat.
The breakfast rush started not long after eight, and Adam sent Morgan back to the trailer with a sandwich for her lunch. He didn’t want Julie to think that he was just using this place for somewhere to hang out. Plus with the look on Morgan’s face she would probably be better at home.
She stomped home with anger niggling away in her stomach. Arriving at the trailer she didn’t want to go in, not on her own. She wanted Adam there. She was mad at him, and yet she wanted to be with him. She couldn’t work herself out.
Sighing she turned her back on the place. The day was too nice to be sat in there. Adam had given her a little bit of the money that was left from Julie’s generosity, which he had told her not to spend all at once.
Adam smiled as the blonde girl at one of the tables watched him working. He hadn’t noticed her come in, but when he turned around she was there watching.
“Would you like to order?” He asked her trying not to stutter his words.
She glanced over the menu not really reading it. “Hhhmmm. I don’t know, what would you recommend?” She asked.
“I don’t know, it depends on your personal taste I guess.”
The girl pushed the chair next to her out with her feet. Adam frowned wondering what she was doing. “Why don’t you sit down for five minutes.” She said.
“Oh uh I can’t. I am working.”
“Shame.”
Julie saw the girl talking to Adam and fumed. He face was soft and fair, nicely framed by her fine blonde hair, but under that angel like exterior Julie knew that there was a scheming teen hiding. Just like her father.
“Aww. Well maybe when you get a break then?”
“Melody.” Said Julie sharply. “Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“Ah mum, give it a rest.”
Julie pulled the girl from her chair by her arm and lead her into the back of the café. “I’ll be back in a moment Adam. You give me a shout if you need any held.”
Adam nodded. Julie’s daughter? Wow he thought.
She didn’t really think what she was doing. She certainly didn’t plan it, but she wandered onto the main road and boarded the bus. An woman sat in the front looked her up and down in disgust. She self-consciously tucked her hair behind her ears and put her head down. She looked a mess. Paying the driver, she took a seat as far away from the man as possible.
Someone had left a newspaper on the seat next to her. She picked it up trying to hide herself behind it from the stares she was getting as other passengers got on. Her heart began to pound as she saw her father’s picture on the front page. Her body began shaking as she read the headline.
Trial begins for Simville Killer. She read further down the page, the tears stinging her eyes as she desperately tried to stop them flowing.
The trial of Cade Harris begins today. Harris aged 36 faces execution for the murder of his five victims. The courts are almost positive that a death sentence will be given.
She didn’t read any more, she couldn’t. Five victims? They must have set him up for the people that Jimmy had killed before she killed him and now her father was taking the blame. It was all her fault. She jumped up out of her seat and ran to the driver.
“Stop the bus” she shouted at him. “Stop it now.”
The driver looked at her as she continued to shout over and over again for her to stop. The other passengers seemed to be getting agitated as one by one their gazes fell on her and the driver. He pulled over and opened the doors. Morgan leapt of the bus and ran. She wasn’t far from her old family home; she had walked this way from school many times. She sped up until she reached her old street.
Morgan stood looking at the tatters of her family home. The windows that once shone with the love of a family were now as broken and as shattered as she was, She saw her father embracing her mother. Heard the laughter that came from inside the house.
Gone all gone.
She remembered the night that had changed all their lives. The night she stopped being a little girl and destroyed her family.
She gingerly walked up to the house, up the path at the front that she had walked along so many times before. The front door of the house still held the last bits of the police tape. Putting her coat over her arm she forced her fist through the window in the door. The lock clicked open easily. Swinging the door open she looked upon the familiar sight of her childhood home. Closing her eyes she could remember her dad being on the other side. Always waiting with a smile or a cuddle for his little girl. She bit back the tears as she remembered his face, remembered his strong protective arms around her. Forcing herself she stepped into the house. It was silent. Dead. Just like her.
Her heart beat faster as she came to the spot where it happened. She could see it now. The little girl stood protecting her mother from the man who had plagued their lives for so long. She had ended it causing more suffering now.
She didn’t know what she was doing there. She hadn’t planned it when she boarded the bus, but closing her eyes she could imagine she was home.
She wondered around each room in the house. Most of it was just as they had left it months ago.
She went upstairs and looked around. Seeing her brother and sisters room she let out a gasp. It brought back memories of how she had failed them. Slowly she closed the door.
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