"Because I want to help you." He waited for her. "You can run off if you don't want help, but I'm telling you that you need it."
Garrett turned around. "My uncle is looking to adopt."
"Really?" Friday grunted, *His uncle is probably a horrible person.* Like everyone else. she thought but she didn't say it. She shrugged, besides, this boy's uncle would probably want a boy, not a girl who'd leave the house in a year or two anyway. She shoved her hands in her pocket, and stared at teh ground, wodnering what to say.
Erie kept her face hiden and clenched her knife tighter, "Help with what? Why do I need help?" she asked, she felt blood trickle down her chin, she didn't bother to wipe it away this time, it'd just come back, besides he already had probably guessed her secret. The thin trickle of blood dripped off her chin and onto her shirt collar, staining it.
"Yeah, though William's a bit tough on people," he said. "He kind of yelled at me earlier..." He took in a breath. DId he dare tell her of the dinner or his sudden boost in confidence? He hated giving personal information out. "He's a vet, so he's kind of a hard person to live with. Unless you're actually strong..." He was babbling. WHy didn't he have a social life? THat's why.
"I can take care of you here. Or go beat up your father. Call the cops. anything.' He felt his face redden with rage. "Abusive parents are the worst parents, and when I find out about one, it''s never pretty."
Erie paused, she backed up even more as William's face reddened, she was starting to feel like coming here wasn't such a good idea. Then she decided to test WIlliam, "What if it was my mother hitting me? Would you beat her up? Would you hit a woman?" she asked him, trying not let fear creep into her voice. Erie didn't want the cops involved, cops meant foster care, and she didn't want her father beat up. In some strange way she still loved her father adn felt bad that her mother(his wife) left them, she never protected herself from him because she supposed she was helping him cope with her mother bandoning them.
Friday listened to the boy babble on about his uncle, "I'm strong." was all she said in a calm voice when the boy paused, she guessed she should introdue herself, butd eicded to wait til he did first.
William sighed. "I wouldn't hit a woman, no. But in that case, it would just be a trip to the police station." Truth be told, he wasn't sure which parent was beating her. SHe was hiding o much from him. WHy didn't she want help? She neded it, that was for sure.
Garrett laughed a little. "Makes one of us." He looked at the ground. "My name's Garrett," he said. He sounded apologetic, he thought, though he had tried to sound confident. William was right,he needed to man up.
Erie nodded, he'd passed the test with flyong colors as he rbrother would say. "Got some ice?" she asked, hoping to distract William from the let's-go-down-to-the-police-station idea. She stepped further into the house and wiped her again, though her shirt now had blood stains on the color, good thing it was dark colored, she could wash it and the stains would come out enough to not be noticed.
Friday tipped her chin to Garrett, "I'm Friday." she said, she kept her hands to herself though, no use getting to friendly with someone you'll probably never see again. Even though this wans't a very large town Friday had a way of keeping to herself and this was a random meeting on the street.
"Yes." He went to the freezer and opened it, pulling out an ice pack. "I always have one of these in case of injury," he explained. "LEt me see your eye." He knew she'd probably shy away, find some excuse to not reeive his help, and run off.
"Sorry about earlier," he said. "I just didn't see you there, and then I felt like dirt for bumping into you..."Great, he was babbling again. Did he know how to shut up? William had told him to on multiple occasions.
Erie reached out and took the ice pack with her free hand. Yes William seemed to really want to help and seemed like a nice guy, but first off, his anger back in the foyer had gotten her jumpy, and second off there was no way she letting anyone put their ands on her, it freaked her out to much. Erie turned her cap back around so the bill was backwards again and then gingerly put the ice pack to her now really swollen and bruised eye. She wondered what her father had been wearing in his shoes to make that kick hurt so much.
"Hmmm..that's fine." Friday said, she was fine with the boy babbling, it wasn't like she had anywhere to go in a hurry. Plus she was always open to listen people and hear their stories, though she thought most of them were lies they were still interesting to listen too.
William shrugged. "Do-it-yourself attitudes are better anyways." On the TV, breaking news was coming onto the screen. WIlliam diverted his attention to the screen. "It has been reported that General Issel has just died. A mysterious drink at his home in Virginia was found to contain the extract of a South American..." The rest was mute to William. A general had been poisoned? He stayed calm. Calm helped in situations like these.
Garrett sighed. "You're one of the few people to not avoid me or try to run away from me at first sight." He wlaked over to a dilapidated brick building and leaned against the wall.
Erie turned towards the TV and listened to the news, she sat down on the couch, but immiedetly knew it was a bad idea. As soon as she sat down al the adrenaline that hadbeen pumping through her veins vanished adn she was left feeling really tired. Her left eye lid dropped as she struggle dtos tay awake, her right one was swollen shut. She finally gave up and fell to sleep on the couch, her head falling so it rested on the arm rest.
Friday nodded and went to sit down near the building, she just continue dto listen and watched the very few people that were around them. Not many people seemed to think midnight walks were bright ideas.
William shook his head. Great, corruption in the military. That was the only explanation for a general dropping dead randomly. He was about to ask Erie what she thought when he noticed she was asleep. He went to his room and pulled out a huge white blanket, bringing it out and laying it over her. That should keep her warm.
Garrett looked down at her. "What brings you out here at this time of night?" he wondered aloud. She seemed like someone unlikely to care for herself out here.
Erie felt something lay across her shifted to make herself more comfortable. She was soons ound asleep. erie could sleep through pretty much anything, except if soemone touched her face even lightly she'd wake up faster than if you blared an air raid siren in her ear.
Frida shrugged, "Gues I could ask you the same thing." she said looking over at Garrett. "Came out 'casue Ic ouldn't sleep." she explained. She shrugged againa dn went back to watching the people in tehs treet and the trash get blown by the light summer breeze.
William sat at the table for a while, looking for a rational explanation as to why a general was murdered. He had nothing. There wasn't one, not without involving conspiracy theories and the rest of it. He decided to just sleep at the table.
Garrett smiled a little bit. "Same here." He sighed and looked at the sky. There were a few clouds, but other than that, it was clear. He could make out the Big Dipper. He kept looking for constellations, though he didn't remember most of them. "Hey," he said, getting an idea. "Want something to eat?"
Friday eyed him, Well that was random. she thought, she shrugged, "Not really hungry now already had dinner. If you're hungry you can get something to eat though." she said quietly, she stood upa nd brushed her pants off, she rubbed her eyes, "Don't mean to be rude, Garrett, but I have to get back to the orphanage and get to bed. Good night...seeya..." she paused and shrugged, "sometime." she finished, she thought for a few moments. Garret seemed like a nice enough guy,s he stuck her hand out to shake.
He shook her hand. "Yep, see you around." He decided to stick around. It turned out that interesting people came out at this time of night.
William woke up the next morning ((So yes)) with a headache. Oh well. Fight through the pain, right? He got up and searched through the cupboards. They were out of coffee. "Garrett!" he yelled, hoping to wake the boy.
Erie vaguley herd someone yelling as she came awake. At first she felt like she was going to panic, when she woke up in nice lvingroom hearing soemone yelling. Then she remembered last night. She sat up and the blanket fell form her shoulders, putting her hand to her mouth she felt a scab on her lip and bruising at teh corner of her mouth. She touched her eye and jerked her hand away, the swelling obviously hand't gone down much because she still couldn't see outof that eye and it was now very tender adn painful. She stood up and neatly folded the blanket she'd used up, she picked the ice pack that was no longer cold from the ground and walke dinto the kitchen. She saw a cranky looking WIlliam searching through cuboards. "Good morning. Thanks for letting me stay the night, sir." she said quietly as she walked ove rto tehf reezer to put the ice pack away.
((That's not your compuer, that's just TI in general)) Garrett awoke in the same spot he had fallen asleep in. Against the brick building. Groaning, he got up and started towards his house. He was terrified of what WIlliam would do after realizing that Garrett had never returned home.
((Oh...OK)) Erie looked at the clock to see what time it is. She realized she slept in, and that she is hungry again. Garrett still hasn't answered William's yell, and she wondered what William would do. She looked to WIlliam and and back to the clock. She should probably leave so that he could have his breakfast and find Garrett.
((TI's not working well in general))