Flashback:

Mike’s P.O.V

A little girl cries.  Must be August, she’s been crying a lot lately.  I think it’s Brittney.  She’s usually the one that gets August all rattled up.

My daughter, Estelle, grips the bottom of my shirt, begging me not to leave her.  It’s too late; I’ve made up my mind.  There is no going back.  

My wife, Brittney, tells me she does not love me.  Not anymore.  She mutters curse words at me and they have no effect.  I’ve been called worse things.

Voices ring in my head.  Three of them.

August: “Mommy!  Help me!  There is a monster under my bed, help!”

Brittney does nothing but curse back at August, causing her to cry louder.

Estelle: “Please don’t leave me dad!  I hate her, don’t leave me with her!”

Brittney: “Mike, leave me alone.  I don’t love you anymore, you fucking idiot.  I don’t know if I ever did.”

I grit my teeth and grab Estelle’s fists.  I pry them off of my shirt, and tell her to go to her room.  She tells me to go to hell.  I walk slowly down the hallway, into August’s room.  Once she sees me, her brown eyes stop leaking.  She smiles up at me, and holds up her pudgy fists.  She wants me to hold her.  I smile and pick her up.  She lays her head against my shoulder, and closes her eyes.  Such a good little girl.  She doesn’t deserve to live like this.

A small grunt makes me turn around and face the doorway.  Brittney is standing there, her hands on her slender hips.  “Get the fuck away from my daughter,” she says coldly.  She walks toward us, and reaches for August.  August’s eyes fly open to see Brittney.  She starts crying again.  “Leave us alone,” I growl, side stepping Brittney.  Her hand grips my shoulder, but I pry it off.  I won’t let her touch me.  

As I make my way towards the front door, I hold August tighter.  I’m never going to let her go.  Brittney’s Gucci heels click many times on the floor as she follows me quickly.  She jumps in front of me and uses her index finger to point at my chest.  “Don’t you dare leave,” she whispers darkly, “What about Estelle?”  

I smile slyly and sidestep Brittney once more.  “She’s your problem now.”  Brittney screams and stamps her foot, making a mark on the hardwood floor.  I laugh at her stupidity and use my free hand to open the front door.  The cool night wind feels good against my skin.  Not knowing what else to do, Brittney starts punching me in the chest.  Just like her words, her fists have no effect on me.  She screams once more as I walk outside and slam the door in her face.  Now, I can hear her fists beating against the door.  As I make my way towards the car, and sniffling August still in my arms, Brittney starts yelling, once again.  She yells at me, she yells at August, at Estelle, and the mark on the floor.  I block this out completely, and focus on getting August and I away from here.  

Soon, August is buckled in the back seat of the car, sleeping soundly, and I’m driving us away from here.  As the car makes its way down the street, I can hear Brittney’s screams fading.  August and I left and we aren’t going back.

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As you can see, I have a new story...Yay!  Sorry if this first part is confusing, it will make more sense in the next chapter.  Updates will be slow on both of my stories, as I am sick right now and I have loads of schoolwork.  I will try and update as soon as I can for both stories, but don't be expecting anything soon.  Thanks guys!  

--Last edited by Fayey-Poo92 on 2007-04-02 10:20:59 --

omg at first I thought you were talking about the month August..I got it now.

Stupid Brittney...why did Mike leave Estelle???

very good. I really wish we never had homework..

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in the parking lot wrote : omg at first I thought you were talking about the month August..I got it now. Stupid Brittney...why did Mike leave Estelle??? very good. I really wish we never had homework..

Whenever I get off of my lazy ass and write the next chapter, you will find out why Mike left Stella.  Glad you liked it!

O_O!!!! OMG!!!!! WRITE MORE!!!! NOW!!!!! please? lol

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xChelseyeyx wrote : O_O!!!! OMG!!!!! WRITE MORE!!!! NOW!!!!! please? lol

Thanks!

Yeah, I'll try to update.

okay!

*waits*

Yeah...well.  My computer is being an ass, again.  So it's working on and off.  I'm not sure when the next part will be up.  Soon I hope!  Thanks for the comments!

UR VERY WELCOME FAYEY-POO!!!!!

haha.

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
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lol

MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ummm...no.

I PROMISE next weekend I will try to get some written.  I know I will be updating loads over the summer when school is finally out.  I have written down some ideas of what will be happening next in the story, but I still have some things to work out.  

okay, computers can be dsagh;saghkds;agkds;ag sometimes..grrrr. lol. well okay, we'll all wait.

YAY!!! lol

lol

I've written like half or maybe a little bit less of chaper 2, but I have to finish the rest.  I'm still not really sure when I will have the next part up, but hopefully soon.  

--Last edited by Fayey-Poo92 on 2007-05-03 17:47:56 --

yaaaay!

What Was I Supposed To Do?

Estelle’s P.O.V.

My dad came to see me the other day.  We didn’t really know what to say, at first.  We started off with the usual “Hello…yes I’m fine, and you?”  Nothing too special.  But, my dad wanted to talk about more things.  Like how I was getting along with him being gone.  What he meant to say was “I left you, so are you fine being alone?”

It’s been about a month since dad left and took August.  Brittney is still here, and still a drunk.  I wouldn’t dare admit it, but sometimes I really miss dad.  I’m stuck here with this Brittney bitch and her empty vodka bottles.  Not really where I want to be, but I know dad won’t take me with him.  I don’t even know where he is staying.  Maybe Billie Joe’s house.  Like I said, I don’t know.  

Anyway, dad wanted to talk about more.  I don’t know what exactly, but more.  Father daughter stuff.  Good luck with that…we don’t have anything in common anymore.  Except one thing, we can both be a huge pain in the ass.  I know I am, no one needs to tell me.  If you’re wondering, our so called “conversation” went like this.  I like to refer to it as an argument, but whatever.

“So,” dad said, breaking the silence, “How is school?”  I snorted and laughed.  “What do you think?” I asked him.  “I’m failing almost everything.  It couldn’t be going any better, right?”  Dad sighed and ran his hands over his face.  I could tell he didn’t really want to talk to me, and he knew I didn’t want to talk to him.  

“Listen Estelle,” he said, “I’m sorry about your grades.  But if this is about me leaving, there is nothing to tell.  You know I had to take August.  She was miserable here.  It wasn’t good for her to be around her mother…or,” he trailed off.  

I raised my eyebrows, glaring at him.  “Or…who?” I asked him.  Dad sighed again and crossed his arms.  He looked me straight in the eyes.  “Or you,” he said.  “It wasn’t good for August to be around you.”  That really got me mad.  I took damn good care of that brat.

I jumped off of the couch as if I was sitting on fire.  I pointed my finger in dad’s face.  “Who do you think had to baby-sit that little creep for hours a day?  Me.  Brittney was fucking wasted all the time, so she couldn’t do anything.  And you have to be “Mr. Responsibility” and work on your so called “music.”  I’ve heard what you all play, and it sucks.”  I stopped to catch a breath and continued.  “I had to watch August, pick her up from preschool, make her her meals, and play with her.  That’s the parents’ job, not the step-sisters.  I don’t think you want the responsibility of taking care of children at all.”

Dad just glared at me, giving me the “look.”  Of course I’ve seen that before.  It was nothing new, and it sure as hell didn’t scare me.  His facial expression changed from angry, to hurt.  I knew I would hurt his feelings, but that didn’t stop me.

“Estelle,” he said for the millionth time, “Listen to me.  One evening I arrived home, to find you blowing cigarette smoke into August’s face, which made her cough and cry.  I looked from you face to Brittney’s, and you both were laughing like it was the greatest joke in the world.  What was I supposed to do, just stand there?”

I smirked.  That was pretty funny.  Dad got so pissed.  He rushed over to us and pulled August out of her crib.  Then, he refused to talk to me or Brittney, but that was nothing new.  If dad ever wanted to talk to me, it was about how horrible I’ve been.  

“Anyway,” dad said, bringing me out of my thoughts, “I left the next day, as you know.  Brittney came home drunk, and I had to take August.  She’s like my daughter.”

Not really, only his step-daughter.  But I know he likes her more than he likes me.  Any fool could see that.  It was so obvious.  I didn’t press the subject and more.  From what dad just said, he made it clear that he was never coming back.  Ever.  

I nodded, and turned my head.  I didn’t want to talk to him, even though I didn’t want to go.  I wanted him to stay here forever, and never leave me for his other child.  I wanted everything to be okay between us, no matter how mean I was.  I loved him so much, but I don’t think I really have a choice, he’s my father.