Post by Andrea McCoy on Feb 13, 2009 15:40:01 GMT -5
A shiny new Lexus pulled up onto the driveway. Its silent movements would have left Andrea oblivious to it if she hadn’t of seen the people looking. She sighed and set her coffee down onto the table. Watching from the window, she saw him and her daughter step out of the car. It was only yesterday she had been given back to him. Then, there could be something wrong with her. Andrea’s breath caught in her throat and she ran to the door. When her eyes fell on his beaming face, she scowled, even though for a fleeting moment her heart pounded against her ribs. She gathered her breath as he spoke.
“Hey Andy, the boys are going out and seems you like seeing Clo so much I thought it would be good to drop her off here, I’ll come by to pick her up tomorrow.”
Her name was Chloe. Her eyes narrowed. This wasn’t the time to be giving Chloe to her and abandoning all responsibilities. He had tried to pull fast ones before, arriving early to drop her off and leaving it very late to pick her up. And there was only so far that he could go. But she still watched her mouth slightly open as her daughter ran into the kitchen.
“N-No…”
She went to the kitchen to find Chloe tugging at a saucepan handle, perilously close to having soup scalding her body. Too much. Whilst Lucy was round Andrea made sure everything had an eye kept on, safe, locked away. And she was so close to burning herself. Instinctively again she stuck her hand out and the soup rose from the saucepan. She ran over and swept up Chloe, lowering the liquid back into the saucepan. She ran out of the house to find her ex trying to make a run for it a hiss escaped her lips and her teeth gritted, temples rising on the sides of her head. Her muscles tensed.
Shifting Chloe’s weight she flung out an arm and closed her fingers into a fist. Ice cracked on the surface of the pavement and froze the tyres of his car. Before he could lock it she pulled open a door and put Chloe inside, glaring at him. Instantly he got out of the seat and walked up to her, the once handsome face now twisted and ugly with rage. Fire now burned in her stomach, smouldering the wings of the butterflies.
“Come on! Why can’t I have a social life? You’re always stuck up in that home, why can’t you give me a break?!”
“You have responsibilities!”
She screeched, making a number of people in the area jump. Inside she could hear the water in the kettle boiling. Sprinklers turned on and spurted out water, soaking whoever to be in their radius. The water in a hose of a man washing his car lost control and began writhing like an injured snake. She knew all this was happening. But she couldn’t stop herself this time. Now, he had gone too far. How dare he.
“Don’t you dare turn this on me! I make sure I have time for her. You don’t want to take care of her so you dump her on me at any opportunity. You are her father and stop acting like a selfish child. I swear to god if you try and do this one more time I’ll make sure you have a break. You’ll never see her again!”
It was harsh. She saw a fleeting moment of pain cross his eyes, but that was quickly taken over by anger. His face screwed up. He opened his mouth to say something back but at that moment, Andrea had lost control. To save bursting a pipe under the ground her body turned to water and she disappeared into the air.
“You bitch!”
He got in the car and slammed on the gas, wheels sliding temporarily until the ice broke and he sped away. After he did, she reformed and ran into the house, turning off everything and grabbing her coat. After sorting out her hair and applying somewhat suitable makeup she ran out of the house again, past the staring eyes. She didn’t bother getting into her car. It wasn’t far from Central Park. She would go there and get a coffee to take her mind of f things, and try and calm down.
There she felt a drop of rain on her cheek. She sighed, eyes turning up to the skies. Dark clouds threatened to open the skies. Walking along she found a bench to sit on, and pulled out her telescopic umbrella, holding it over her head as she stared off to the other side of the street. It wasn’t that she needed it all that much; it was simple to redirect the rain so she didn’t get wet. Still, Andrea wanted to avoid any questions. She pulled out her phone and switched it off. Her fingers gripped around it and she bit her lip, trying not to cry. Somehow, she managed it by taking her mind off it and took to freezing some of the droplets so they turned to more pleasant looking snow that fluttered at her feet. She stared at it for a while, as there wasn’t anything else to look at. All the while she had been staring; she was oblivious to the person nearing her.
“Hey Andy, the boys are going out and seems you like seeing Clo so much I thought it would be good to drop her off here, I’ll come by to pick her up tomorrow.”
Her name was Chloe. Her eyes narrowed. This wasn’t the time to be giving Chloe to her and abandoning all responsibilities. He had tried to pull fast ones before, arriving early to drop her off and leaving it very late to pick her up. And there was only so far that he could go. But she still watched her mouth slightly open as her daughter ran into the kitchen.
“N-No…”
She went to the kitchen to find Chloe tugging at a saucepan handle, perilously close to having soup scalding her body. Too much. Whilst Lucy was round Andrea made sure everything had an eye kept on, safe, locked away. And she was so close to burning herself. Instinctively again she stuck her hand out and the soup rose from the saucepan. She ran over and swept up Chloe, lowering the liquid back into the saucepan. She ran out of the house to find her ex trying to make a run for it a hiss escaped her lips and her teeth gritted, temples rising on the sides of her head. Her muscles tensed.
Shifting Chloe’s weight she flung out an arm and closed her fingers into a fist. Ice cracked on the surface of the pavement and froze the tyres of his car. Before he could lock it she pulled open a door and put Chloe inside, glaring at him. Instantly he got out of the seat and walked up to her, the once handsome face now twisted and ugly with rage. Fire now burned in her stomach, smouldering the wings of the butterflies.
“Come on! Why can’t I have a social life? You’re always stuck up in that home, why can’t you give me a break?!”
“You have responsibilities!”
She screeched, making a number of people in the area jump. Inside she could hear the water in the kettle boiling. Sprinklers turned on and spurted out water, soaking whoever to be in their radius. The water in a hose of a man washing his car lost control and began writhing like an injured snake. She knew all this was happening. But she couldn’t stop herself this time. Now, he had gone too far. How dare he.
“Don’t you dare turn this on me! I make sure I have time for her. You don’t want to take care of her so you dump her on me at any opportunity. You are her father and stop acting like a selfish child. I swear to god if you try and do this one more time I’ll make sure you have a break. You’ll never see her again!”
It was harsh. She saw a fleeting moment of pain cross his eyes, but that was quickly taken over by anger. His face screwed up. He opened his mouth to say something back but at that moment, Andrea had lost control. To save bursting a pipe under the ground her body turned to water and she disappeared into the air.
“You bitch!”
He got in the car and slammed on the gas, wheels sliding temporarily until the ice broke and he sped away. After he did, she reformed and ran into the house, turning off everything and grabbing her coat. After sorting out her hair and applying somewhat suitable makeup she ran out of the house again, past the staring eyes. She didn’t bother getting into her car. It wasn’t far from Central Park. She would go there and get a coffee to take her mind of f things, and try and calm down.
There she felt a drop of rain on her cheek. She sighed, eyes turning up to the skies. Dark clouds threatened to open the skies. Walking along she found a bench to sit on, and pulled out her telescopic umbrella, holding it over her head as she stared off to the other side of the street. It wasn’t that she needed it all that much; it was simple to redirect the rain so she didn’t get wet. Still, Andrea wanted to avoid any questions. She pulled out her phone and switched it off. Her fingers gripped around it and she bit her lip, trying not to cry. Somehow, she managed it by taking her mind off it and took to freezing some of the droplets so they turned to more pleasant looking snow that fluttered at her feet. She stared at it for a while, as there wasn’t anything else to look at. All the while she had been staring; she was oblivious to the person nearing her.