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.
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.
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.
He'd had enough. "Stop talking to me like my uncle," he barked at her, surprising himself. "I'e had enough of everyone bossing me around and treating me like a child." He walked around her, shaking his head.
Friday watched the boy go and shrugged, *Irratable person...* she thought as she resumed her walk to nowhere imparticualr, just to clear her head. She wodnered what had made the boy snap, earlier today he was as mek as a little lamb when the other man had dragged him off. She frowned as she though of this and continued to walk.
Erie approached William's house, she turned her cap around so the bill was in front and pulled down over her black eye and was at least shadowing her spilt lip. She wiped her mouth again, annoyed at the tiny trickle of blood coming form the cut on her lip. Her back was begining to ach a bit from being slammed into a wall She paused when she was a few feet from the corner house, but not in veiw of the widnows. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. After all she'd bugged these people enough already, they'd think her a pest to keep poping up and she woed them enough as it was. She stood still and contemplated what to do.
William drifted off to sleep. In his dream, nuclear warheads were being dropped on his hometown. Then, instead of detonating, they vanished, leaving no traces of their existence behind. He woke up after a very amount of sleep, still looking towards the window. He got up and went to turn the TV on Fox News.
Erie wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there contemplating her shoes when she heard the TV go on in WIlliam's house, she took a stepforward, the street lamp shown on her POW/MIA cap and made the side of her face that the bill was covering even more shaded, nervously she walked froward still unsure of what excuse she'd say for coming around at this time of night. She slowed as she reached the very small side walk turn out that went to the door of the house, still thinking about just walking past the house and not asking for help. She ahted asking for help. She wiped her mouth again and wiped her hand on her shorts.
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((That's OK. Sometimes if I don't have any ideas I can't write long posts eitther. :D Anyway gotta gof or the night...bye!))
Garrett sighed. "Sorry," he said to the girl. "I'm just really, really tired of people and, well, everything."
Friday rose her eyebrow at him, first he snapped and then he apologized, definently and odd duck. She nodded to him, "I accept your apology." she said calmly, she thought for a few moments, "And I'm sorry for bumping into you and snapping." she added, thoughs she said her apology through gritted teeth. She didn't want to apologize, she just kenw it was teh right thing to do.
Erie finally made up her mind, she first pulled her father's lighter out and checked her relfelction in the shiney surface of it, good her cap made it so that none of her injuries were showing. Turning she walked up the tiny sidewalk to the house, she put the lighter back in her pocket and her fingers wrapped around the knife. Reaching tehd oor and wrapped lightly with her knuckles. Her mind flipping through various lies and excuses to say when the door opened.
Garrett nodded his head. "Apology accepted." He looked at her sideways. Wait, he'd seen her before! He'd once seen her leaving the orphanage. "Excuse me, dont you live at the orphanage?" he asked.
William heard the knock on the door. He knew that it was Erie. He frowned. He knew automatically she'd escaped fro mher house. Why escape though? He answered the door, not a drop of surprise registering in his mind as he saw that it was Erie. "Come on in," he said softly.
Erie stepped inside, every excuse she'd come up with immeidetly went out of her head and she just stood in the foyer awkwardly not sure what to say. She could feel her eye swelling up. A tiny trickle of blood made it's down her chin, she wiped it away with her hand, hoping William wouldn't notice, She tried to think of an excuse for being here but couldn't so she just decided to wing it if William asked any questions.
Friday frowned. "Does it matter to you where I live?" she asked suspiciously, looking him up adn down, no he wans't related to one of the few homes that had fostered her. Maybe he went to school here and saw her there. She knew that the only time she remembered seeing him was today.
William noticed her wipe at her mouth. "Let me see your hands. And your face." He knew what had happened. She'd probably been hit. He felt the rage boil in him. William hated abusive parents more than anything else, and would gladly take care of them in any way possible.
"Actually, no, considering we have no business even knowing each other." He sighed and tried to walk away. That was one bitter girl.
"What? Why?" Erie asked startled, she wiped her hand on her pants and backed up. She looked at William nervously and showed her hands to him, but kept her face hidden under her hat. She didn't want him to see her face, he looked mad right now and it was starting to scare her. After showing him her hands she put one back in her pocket and clutched at her switchblade.
Friday frowned, "YEs I am from the orphanage." she called after him, as she watched the boy walk away.