Cool, though I more meant just the subjects not the teachers, I don't know whats typical for a just turned 16 year old in America to take
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Excuse the incredibly sudden hiatus, placement got absolutely hectic and required my full attention I am back and should be able to post as of 16:00 GMT tomorrow(fri 26th may)
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Off to Vietnam from 10th-19th April. I will have no internet. I look forward to lots of gorgeous posts to reply too when I return and crash out!
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Cool. Any chance I could see the timetable/course lay out so I can get an idea what Isla would be doing?
Isla shot Adam a glance but his reassuring smile sent her off regardless, she walked with the elegance of a lady, shoulders back no sign of a slouch, head held so chin was parallel to the floor. Her hands were kept at her side and gently followed her pace as she walked. Duncan did all the talking, he talked quite a lot actually. It was strange, people didn’t usually blurt out things so very casually but she didn’t mind, it meant she didn’t have to talk. He seemed to flit from subject to subject like a humming bird, when he mentioned his limp, Isla’s first instinct was to reassure him but he continued talking regardless and so the opportunity passed.
His reasoning for doing a more social set of courses, or even staying in school seemed almost egotistical but she assumed it was a nervous intent to impress. Besides she’d met fare more arrogant and self-absorbed people than Duncan and so it didn’t seem necessary to interject.
When he mentioned military defence and attack systems her step faltered again, generally speaking it was not permitted for anyone outside of an MOD position to even know who worked on weapons and the like, let alone casually talk about projects. Recovering quickly she settled her mind and assumed it would be similar to many of the British companies that worked for MOD contracts, they didn’t technically all work on weapons but circuits and wiring, guidance systems and the like.
When he spoke about his mum it was the first time he seemed to touch on anything vaguely emotional and she paid a little closer attention at that point. Soon they were out in the back garden and he was directing her attention to the various plants that encompassed the land. It was quite cluttered and seemed more for self-sustainability than enjoyment, Isla quite liked plants but she preferred flowers to fruits, the only exception was made for fruit trees, she adored the delicate petals and the way they fell like rain at the end of the summer.
He had stopped speaking now and she allowed the silence to settle over her for a long moment, drinking it in. Even when her family had been whole their conversations were not so animated and constant and certainly since conversation was done silently and in small surges. “It’s lovely.” She commented, at a loss as to what to say to any of what had just been said to her. School, accidents, death, foster parents and mid-life crisis, it was a crash course into a person’s entire life and she was still processing it best she could. “What school is it you’re attending?” She asked, finally remembering him having spoken about that at some point during the walk.
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Adam grinned at Masumi, “You know, I really wouldn’t say no to a drink, coffee? If that’s okay?”
Adam followed Mr. Miller to the shed, it was nice and the car was really nice. Adam was quite fond of cars, not that he thought that he’d have the time or money to have a hobby like Johnathan’s. As soon as he was in and the shed door closed the man was speaking to him and Adam had trouble keeping up at first. Perhaps it was the war that had left him unused to such free and easy speech or perhaps it was to do with the last month the pair had endured.
Still with a grin plastered on his face he kept up all the same, “I think Isla saw it last night, it runs pretty quiet. Glad to know that some of the next generation can still tinker with cars, it’s getting all too modern for me. Hardly know how to use a mobile phone.” He jested playfully.
It didn’t surprise him overly when Mr. Miller confronted him about his history before bearing his families own. Isla was right, they probably should have done the other houses first. He rolled his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, “I don’t think anyone who has seen war is ready to talk about it.” He certainly wasn’t, and it was Ceila’s first demand of him when they took him on. No stories in front of Isla, not then or ever and to this day he’d buried that part for Isla’s sake. “Got out a good few years back, after Afghanistan... well.” He shrugged again, turning to view the car, it was time for a change of subject, something less miserable. “So what’s the local school’s like? Obviously I’ve spoken with them and looked at their reviews but since your son goes to one, it’s better to get the inside scoop, right?”
His reasoning for doing a more social set of courses, or even staying in school seemed almost egotistical but she assumed it was a nervous intent to impress. Besides she’d met fare more arrogant and self-absorbed people than Duncan and so it didn’t seem necessary to interject.
When he mentioned military defence and attack systems her step faltered again, generally speaking it was not permitted for anyone outside of an MOD position to even know who worked on weapons and the like, let alone casually talk about projects. Recovering quickly she settled her mind and assumed it would be similar to many of the British companies that worked for MOD contracts, they didn’t technically all work on weapons but circuits and wiring, guidance systems and the like.
When he spoke about his mum it was the first time he seemed to touch on anything vaguely emotional and she paid a little closer attention at that point. Soon they were out in the back garden and he was directing her attention to the various plants that encompassed the land. It was quite cluttered and seemed more for self-sustainability than enjoyment, Isla quite liked plants but she preferred flowers to fruits, the only exception was made for fruit trees, she adored the delicate petals and the way they fell like rain at the end of the summer.
He had stopped speaking now and she allowed the silence to settle over her for a long moment, drinking it in. Even when her family had been whole their conversations were not so animated and constant and certainly since conversation was done silently and in small surges. “It’s lovely.” She commented, at a loss as to what to say to any of what had just been said to her. School, accidents, death, foster parents and mid-life crisis, it was a crash course into a person’s entire life and she was still processing it best she could. “What school is it you’re attending?” She asked, finally remembering him having spoken about that at some point during the walk.
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Adam grinned at Masumi, “You know, I really wouldn’t say no to a drink, coffee? If that’s okay?”
Adam followed Mr. Miller to the shed, it was nice and the car was really nice. Adam was quite fond of cars, not that he thought that he’d have the time or money to have a hobby like Johnathan’s. As soon as he was in and the shed door closed the man was speaking to him and Adam had trouble keeping up at first. Perhaps it was the war that had left him unused to such free and easy speech or perhaps it was to do with the last month the pair had endured.
Still with a grin plastered on his face he kept up all the same, “I think Isla saw it last night, it runs pretty quiet. Glad to know that some of the next generation can still tinker with cars, it’s getting all too modern for me. Hardly know how to use a mobile phone.” He jested playfully.
It didn’t surprise him overly when Mr. Miller confronted him about his history before bearing his families own. Isla was right, they probably should have done the other houses first. He rolled his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, “I don’t think anyone who has seen war is ready to talk about it.” He certainly wasn’t, and it was Ceila’s first demand of him when they took him on. No stories in front of Isla, not then or ever and to this day he’d buried that part for Isla’s sake. “Got out a good few years back, after Afghanistan... well.” He shrugged again, turning to view the car, it was time for a change of subject, something less miserable. “So what’s the local school’s like? Obviously I’ve spoken with them and looked at their reviews but since your son goes to one, it’s better to get the inside scoop, right?”
Sounds cool, I'll be honest I have no idea how American school's work haha
Not a problem hun :) drive safe
Adam and Isla looked from the young Asian to the teen behind her, he didn't take the cookies and for a moment Adam looked a little confused. The explanation straightened things out but Adam was thrown for a bit of a loop, so Isla piped up, “No nuts and no milk.” She stated softly, they hadn't known if people would have allergies so they substituted butter and milk for a vegan spread instead, they had picked oat and raising because it was the safest flavour they could think of for people they didn't know.
When the doctor popped her head around the door and introduced herself the colour drained from Isla's face, she took a half step backward, with full intention of heading back to the house but Adam's free hand discretely grabbed onto hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The pair stood at the doorway for a moment even as the Asian lady stepped aside to allow them in. Isla looked up to Adam, he too looked paler than usual but was still managing to grin at their generous hosts, super generous, it was a little creepy actually.
Adam was the first to move, handing the cookies over to Duncan, “They should be good, Isla helped make them and she's not too bad at cooking.” It wasn't entirely true, Isla could do simple things like cookies, if she had a recipe in front of her but she wasn't that good at cooking. Still, that was their life now, lying and getting away with it or risking being found. She pushed back the pain and smiled faintly herself, “The secret is soaking the raisins for ten minutes in cinnamon water.” The mother then started to speak about some kind of run or other and the fact they had been helping with it, it was hard for Isla to keep up, the family were so animated. Adam seemed to be doing fine though. “Oh that's a pretty tough race.” His eyes bouncing to the son as he spoke up about his ability to join in the race and beat it.
Hospital was bought up and it was the first time Isla looked directly at the boy, a look of slight confusion on her face, even she noticed Isabelle's look and was equally glad of the change of topic. Another person appeared behind the woman and the suddenness made Isla jump, too distracted by her own thoughts. She offered the man a smile and returned her eyes to Duncan, he was talking about fruit and vegetables, Probably need more potash in the soil she thought to herself at the mention of the corn, “Do you know that is a very kind offer but we couldn't possibly take advantage of you and rob you of all your hardwork.” Adam said respectfully, “However, Isla is particularly fond of peaches, maybe you'd like to go with him and have a look around their garden? It would give you a better idea what you want to do with outs-” He turned to the parents, “-I have no luck with plants at all, best I don't even touch them.” His tone jovial and friendly.
Isla was confused, there was too much happening all at once, she was close to crying or just leaving but Adam had asked her to go play nice, so that was what she had to do. Treat it like a state visit, that's all it is. “I'd love to, if; of course, Duncan, Mister and Missus Miller, you don't mind?” Assuming there were none she regretfully left Adam's side for the first time since the shooting, leaving him to be both charming and polite with the Miller's and waited for Duncan to show her the way to the garden. “So, do you want to be a teacher when you are finished with school?” She asked curiously, the family seemed pretty driven and...well they were almost too much to believe.
When the doctor popped her head around the door and introduced herself the colour drained from Isla's face, she took a half step backward, with full intention of heading back to the house but Adam's free hand discretely grabbed onto hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The pair stood at the doorway for a moment even as the Asian lady stepped aside to allow them in. Isla looked up to Adam, he too looked paler than usual but was still managing to grin at their generous hosts, super generous, it was a little creepy actually.
Adam was the first to move, handing the cookies over to Duncan, “They should be good, Isla helped make them and she's not too bad at cooking.” It wasn't entirely true, Isla could do simple things like cookies, if she had a recipe in front of her but she wasn't that good at cooking. Still, that was their life now, lying and getting away with it or risking being found. She pushed back the pain and smiled faintly herself, “The secret is soaking the raisins for ten minutes in cinnamon water.” The mother then started to speak about some kind of run or other and the fact they had been helping with it, it was hard for Isla to keep up, the family were so animated. Adam seemed to be doing fine though. “Oh that's a pretty tough race.” His eyes bouncing to the son as he spoke up about his ability to join in the race and beat it.
Hospital was bought up and it was the first time Isla looked directly at the boy, a look of slight confusion on her face, even she noticed Isabelle's look and was equally glad of the change of topic. Another person appeared behind the woman and the suddenness made Isla jump, too distracted by her own thoughts. She offered the man a smile and returned her eyes to Duncan, he was talking about fruit and vegetables, Probably need more potash in the soil she thought to herself at the mention of the corn, “Do you know that is a very kind offer but we couldn't possibly take advantage of you and rob you of all your hardwork.” Adam said respectfully, “However, Isla is particularly fond of peaches, maybe you'd like to go with him and have a look around their garden? It would give you a better idea what you want to do with outs-” He turned to the parents, “-I have no luck with plants at all, best I don't even touch them.” His tone jovial and friendly.
Isla was confused, there was too much happening all at once, she was close to crying or just leaving but Adam had asked her to go play nice, so that was what she had to do. Treat it like a state visit, that's all it is. “I'd love to, if; of course, Duncan, Mister and Missus Miller, you don't mind?” Assuming there were none she regretfully left Adam's side for the first time since the shooting, leaving him to be both charming and polite with the Miller's and waited for Duncan to show her the way to the garden. “So, do you want to be a teacher when you are finished with school?” She asked curiously, the family seemed pretty driven and...well they were almost too much to believe.
Service was pretty quick, about twenty minutes after ordering a tatty little car pulled up on the pavement edge and a pimply boy hopped out of the drivers seat. He went to the back seat and grabbed the delivery bag and bottle of pop, before closing the door with his rear. Since the incident Isla had lost phone privileges, too easy to track, her e-mail accounts were all police monitored and her other technological devices had to be left in her old home, with her old life. It was so boring, she idly wondered what her friends were doing, if they missed her, if they were concerned. She'd lost every thing she'd spent her life building the night her father was taken and she couldn't help but look for someone to blame. She'd been quietly listening to the neighbourhood, watching cats dart across the road in the dark or the tree's swaying in the wind, sleep was not something she managed to get much of these days, when she did her dreams were plagued with horrific images, the doctors said it was her brains way of coping with the stress and had given her tablets to help her sleep… they didn't help. So she had decided to try and adjust to the different noises of the neighbourhood, the sound of the cars, the cats and animals fumbling about in the dark, the trees and bushes. She hoped maybe knowing them would let her relax more.
Standing she brushed down her trousers and pulled out a note from the pocket of her jumper, she took the pizza “Uncle Adam.” She called, “Pizza's here.” She told the delivery boy to keep the change and wished him a goodnight, before disappearing inside though she heard another car and for a moment every hair on her arms stood up. She wasn't sure why, seeing it reminded her of the Lamborghini’s many of her friends drove or longed to drive, it was a little strange though. Seeing it pull up across the street she wasn't entirely surprised to see the boy from earlier drive into the garage. She offered a faint smile as he left the garage but was quickly called inside by her uncle.
Adam set out the boxes on the table while Isla went to get glasses and coasters for the drinks. The sat opposite each other at the table but neither dove into the food in front of them.
“Mum would have killed you if you served us this.” Isla said, finally breaking the silence, Ceila had few talents compared to most of the ambassador's wives, she was a seamstress first, a bloody good cook second and honest to a fault and Joshua had loved that about her.
“Probably. I can hear her now, you aren't putting that processed junk anywhere near your bodies.” Adam replied quietly, “Not while you're under my roof.” A small ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.
“We're not under her roof though...” Isla whispered, hesitating a moment before reaching for a potato wedge and lifting it to her mouth.
“No… I guess not. But don't get used to this, proper meals start tomorrow.” He said reaching for a slice of pizza.
They took their time with the food and while eating they flicked through phonebooks and made notes of numbers and addresses of people to call on Monday. They wrote up a shopping list for groceries, general purpose items they'd need and things for making the home more their own. They had of course only seen a few pictures before they'd arrived and bought only the things they knew they'd need; clothes, books, personal belongings like figurines and jewellery and on the way they'd grabbed things like dinner services, towels, toaster and kettle and other things that would be useful until they had a chance to settle in. They discussed a paint job for the house, what flowers they'd like in the gardens and what to do about the floors.
“I know you probably don't want to think about it but StClaire suggested we get some photo's taken too?”
“No.”
“Not with her in them, just me and you, so it looks more like we are a family.”
“...” Isla didn't like the idea of it, it was lying in her opinion but it also felt like she was giving up on her dad if she did. She loved Adam dearly though and his worried face moved her to nod her head reluctantly. “Okay.”
Once the meal was finished Adam said he'd clear away the debris and sent her up to her room to unpack her things and get settled in. She threw open the window, allowing the night air to take the stale air out of her room, it was then she heard the music, it was faint but a pleasant change to stillness or traffic. So she left the windows open as she unpacked her room. Focusing first on making her bed and arranging her pillows so Sir Stuffin's was comfortably nestled in the middle of her double bed. Throwing open the wardrobe's doors she moved most of the boxes, as they were, into the wardrobe. The first room to be decorated was hers so she intended to leave things boxed until it was done. She did take out her clothes though and set to hanging them up on hangers and the hanging rail, smoothing down the dress bags and matching outfits.
Sunday 6th of August, 2017
She had slept fitfully, waking more than once with terror in her eyes and paralysed with fear. The second time she woke she had given up on sleep and crept downstairs with Sir Stuffin's in hand. Adam had woken due to the noise and when finding Isla grabbed a blanket and sat with her nestled against his chest until the morning.
He woke first, the light streaming in from the living room made it almost impossible for him to remain asleep much longer than that. He carefully moved Isla to lay upon one of the cushions and covered her over with the blankets. Adam had never really been a civilian, he'd been a stupid kid, then a college jock, then he'd gone into the force. He hadn't really learned much about moving houses and greeting neighbours but seemed the neighbourhood where doing so was traditional and he intended for them to make a good; but normal, impression on their new community.
Slipping out the house with a note left for Isla in case she woke up, he followed the sat nav to the nearest grocery store. After an hour he returned, his arms full of shopping he made his way to the front door only to realise he couldn't actually open it.
Luckily Isla had woken up, she'd showered – her hair was still damp and had slight ringlets from the moisture in it- and gotten dressed in a plain baby pink summer dress. It reached the middle of her thighs and had an 'X' shaped back and thick straps, she'd pulled on some knee high socks and slipped on a pair of black, velvet mary jane's with a heel. “What's this in aid of?” She asked, still somewhat groggy it seemed,
“You'll see.” He replied.
By midday the curtains for the living room and bedrooms had gone up and the delightful smell of cookies permeated the house. The cookies had cooled and Adam and Isla packaged them into various tupperware boxes. “Why are we doing this again?” She asked him
“It's what normal people do, besides, a house that smells like cookies feels more like a home doesn't it?”
“I guess. So where do we start?”
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There was a polite knock at Duncan's front door ten minutes after, Isla had brushed through her hair but it remained damp and slightly curled, giving it added volume as it fell about her shoulders. Adam had dressed more casually as well -well casual for him, with a dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a dark pair of smart looking jeans. They waited on the door step with a box of oatmeal and raisin cookies in a little Tupperware box, when the door opened Adam offered a friendly smile to the occupants. “Hi, we just moved in across the street and thought we'd come try and get to know our new neighbours, I'm Adam and this is Isla. Oh, we made cookies, I hope you like them.” He offered the box forward and Isla had to suppress a chuckle of amusement.
Standing she brushed down her trousers and pulled out a note from the pocket of her jumper, she took the pizza “Uncle Adam.” She called, “Pizza's here.” She told the delivery boy to keep the change and wished him a goodnight, before disappearing inside though she heard another car and for a moment every hair on her arms stood up. She wasn't sure why, seeing it reminded her of the Lamborghini’s many of her friends drove or longed to drive, it was a little strange though. Seeing it pull up across the street she wasn't entirely surprised to see the boy from earlier drive into the garage. She offered a faint smile as he left the garage but was quickly called inside by her uncle.
Adam set out the boxes on the table while Isla went to get glasses and coasters for the drinks. The sat opposite each other at the table but neither dove into the food in front of them.
“Mum would have killed you if you served us this.” Isla said, finally breaking the silence, Ceila had few talents compared to most of the ambassador's wives, she was a seamstress first, a bloody good cook second and honest to a fault and Joshua had loved that about her.
“Probably. I can hear her now, you aren't putting that processed junk anywhere near your bodies.” Adam replied quietly, “Not while you're under my roof.” A small ghost of a smile tugged at his lips.
“We're not under her roof though...” Isla whispered, hesitating a moment before reaching for a potato wedge and lifting it to her mouth.
“No… I guess not. But don't get used to this, proper meals start tomorrow.” He said reaching for a slice of pizza.
They took their time with the food and while eating they flicked through phonebooks and made notes of numbers and addresses of people to call on Monday. They wrote up a shopping list for groceries, general purpose items they'd need and things for making the home more their own. They had of course only seen a few pictures before they'd arrived and bought only the things they knew they'd need; clothes, books, personal belongings like figurines and jewellery and on the way they'd grabbed things like dinner services, towels, toaster and kettle and other things that would be useful until they had a chance to settle in. They discussed a paint job for the house, what flowers they'd like in the gardens and what to do about the floors.
“I know you probably don't want to think about it but StClaire suggested we get some photo's taken too?”
“No.”
“Not with her in them, just me and you, so it looks more like we are a family.”
“...” Isla didn't like the idea of it, it was lying in her opinion but it also felt like she was giving up on her dad if she did. She loved Adam dearly though and his worried face moved her to nod her head reluctantly. “Okay.”
Once the meal was finished Adam said he'd clear away the debris and sent her up to her room to unpack her things and get settled in. She threw open the window, allowing the night air to take the stale air out of her room, it was then she heard the music, it was faint but a pleasant change to stillness or traffic. So she left the windows open as she unpacked her room. Focusing first on making her bed and arranging her pillows so Sir Stuffin's was comfortably nestled in the middle of her double bed. Throwing open the wardrobe's doors she moved most of the boxes, as they were, into the wardrobe. The first room to be decorated was hers so she intended to leave things boxed until it was done. She did take out her clothes though and set to hanging them up on hangers and the hanging rail, smoothing down the dress bags and matching outfits.
Sunday 6th of August, 2017
She had slept fitfully, waking more than once with terror in her eyes and paralysed with fear. The second time she woke she had given up on sleep and crept downstairs with Sir Stuffin's in hand. Adam had woken due to the noise and when finding Isla grabbed a blanket and sat with her nestled against his chest until the morning.
He woke first, the light streaming in from the living room made it almost impossible for him to remain asleep much longer than that. He carefully moved Isla to lay upon one of the cushions and covered her over with the blankets. Adam had never really been a civilian, he'd been a stupid kid, then a college jock, then he'd gone into the force. He hadn't really learned much about moving houses and greeting neighbours but seemed the neighbourhood where doing so was traditional and he intended for them to make a good; but normal, impression on their new community.
Slipping out the house with a note left for Isla in case she woke up, he followed the sat nav to the nearest grocery store. After an hour he returned, his arms full of shopping he made his way to the front door only to realise he couldn't actually open it.
Luckily Isla had woken up, she'd showered – her hair was still damp and had slight ringlets from the moisture in it- and gotten dressed in a plain baby pink summer dress. It reached the middle of her thighs and had an 'X' shaped back and thick straps, she'd pulled on some knee high socks and slipped on a pair of black, velvet mary jane's with a heel. “What's this in aid of?” She asked, still somewhat groggy it seemed,
“You'll see.” He replied.
By midday the curtains for the living room and bedrooms had gone up and the delightful smell of cookies permeated the house. The cookies had cooled and Adam and Isla packaged them into various tupperware boxes. “Why are we doing this again?” She asked him
“It's what normal people do, besides, a house that smells like cookies feels more like a home doesn't it?”
“I guess. So where do we start?”
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There was a polite knock at Duncan's front door ten minutes after, Isla had brushed through her hair but it remained damp and slightly curled, giving it added volume as it fell about her shoulders. Adam had dressed more casually as well -well casual for him, with a dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a dark pair of smart looking jeans. They waited on the door step with a box of oatmeal and raisin cookies in a little Tupperware box, when the door opened Adam offered a friendly smile to the occupants. “Hi, we just moved in across the street and thought we'd come try and get to know our new neighbours, I'm Adam and this is Isla. Oh, we made cookies, I hope you like them.” He offered the box forward and Isla had to suppress a chuckle of amusement.
Haha I know, well I'm thinking the guys will pop over to them to 'greet the neighbours' kind of thing.
Haha nice! A funny little coincidence too!
Saturday, Aug 5, 2017
The journey in the moving car had gone quiet a long time before they reached the house, Isla's eyes burned with tears and Adam felt uncomfortable for being the cause of them but had no idea what to say or do to make it up to her.
"I don't see why we're going to all this effort anyway."
"It's to keep you safe."
"Safe from what? They already got what they want."
"Not even close."
"Please, why would they want a kid?"
"Aside the leverage at having two Miller's hostage you mean? You saw their face, their unlikely to let you live for that."
"And moving out here is supposed to keep me safe? That idiot agent is going to be coming to this new place isn't she? They'll find us and they'll finish it. I don't even care anymore."
screeeeeeechhhhh
The tires of the car ground to a halt, the handbrake went on and Adam whirled on the sulking teen, his eyes blazing angrily; she'd always hated that look. Grabbing her by the arms he forced her to face him, "You're so selfish! I get it your mum is dead, it's awful, your father, who knows. So you what? Give up? You sulk like a petulant brat and just wait for them to turn up? They nearly killed you back at the house, they won't hesitate to it again but perhaps instead of your mum getting shot it will be me. Will that make you happy? Is that what it'll take to get you out of this stupid pity party? She was your mum and he's your dad but they're my friends!" Seeing the tears in her eyes and realising he was both shaking and yelling her let her go and continued their journey.
It had been hard for Adam too, he'd lost people before but this had been different and personal. He'd left the army so he didn't have to see people he cared for die anymore. When he saw the gun pointed at Sammy he was certain his heart was going to give out on him then and there. She meant everything to him, he'd only been part of the family for five years but Joshua had treated him like family and not the hired muscle, Ceila would laugh and joke with him all the time and even buy him little presents and Samantha? She was his favourite, she was so bubbly and full of life, a little rude at times but she never meant to be. She always drew pictures of him that made him look like the hulk but as she grew out of childhood and into adolescence the fun had stopped and they talked about things more. Losing Ceila had broken his heart and Joshua's kidnap had him hit the bottle pretty hard, it was StClaire that reminded him he had to man up and look after Samantha. The agent had intended to put her with a foster family on the other side of the world, he couldn't have that.
They pulled up outside the place and climbed out of the car. It wasn't a bad house to look at she supposed. A garage and a drive way and a small patch of front lawn. "It'll need rebedding." She muttered, wiping her eyes with her thumb. "Of course Isla." She cringed, she wasn't fond of that name yet, it felt like a lie but she shivered faintly to rid herself of the unpleasant feeling. "I don't know what I'd do... if I lost you too." She stated quietly before taking her bag inside to look around. The rooms were spacious and the hardwood floors made it feel comfortable. There was an old fashioned fireplace in one side of the living room and it opened up on an open plan dining room and the doors that lead to the back yard. A room the opposite side of the hall was the kitchen, which had a door leading into the garage and a laundry room further down. Up the stairs were the three bedrooms, she was told to dump her bag in the one she wanted as hers. She chose the one looking over the front yard, it was bigger and had more shape to it. Not to mention the built in wardrobe which might serve her purpose for clothes and survival if needs be. Shaking her head she dropped her bag on the window sill and retreated, checking out the bathrooms before heading back out to meet her 'uncle'.
She was about to speak to him when she saw the boy across the street, the thwack of the ball bouncing off his head made her wince in empathy but then giggle for the first time in what had to be a month. She hid it behind good manners, a hand in front of her mouth and an apologetic sparkle to her eyes. He waved, his cheeks a faint hint of red, so she lifted her hand and waved back, offering as kind a smile as she could muster at the time. Adam called her and she turned to face him, something quiet was said between them before she was asked to direct the movers and disappeared back inside.
Adam glanced over to the boy with the ball and for a long moment just looked at him. Then he too disappeared inside.
It was nearly dinnertime before the movers left and the new tenants were able to get the car into the drive and then the garage. The lights coming on one by one in the house as they settled in for the evening. In truth Isla was pretty efficient, if they were going to live here they weren't living in boxes. So the important rooms, the bathroom, kitchen and living room were fully unpacked and ready to receive guests, she'd even put down a plush rug in the living area and got Adam to set up the TV and organise for the internet to be installed on Monday. The bedrooms though and the assorted miscellaneous stuff; which was in the garage at the moment, were left in boxes.
However, as prepared as they had been they hadn't done any grocery shopping and so, after rummaging through the phone book they managed to find a pizza place and place an order.
Isla had changed, the chill in the air; or perhaps in her mind, had her putting on a thick jumper made of soft wool and hanging passed the knuckles on her hands and over the tops of her thighs. She'd put on a pair of jeggings too and thick fluffy socks that kept her feet warm in the house. "I'll wait for the pizza uncle Adam." She called, attempting to get used to the sound of the name on her tongue. So, with the porch light on she sat at the front door, listening to the sounds of the neighbourhood and waiting for their delivery.
The journey in the moving car had gone quiet a long time before they reached the house, Isla's eyes burned with tears and Adam felt uncomfortable for being the cause of them but had no idea what to say or do to make it up to her.
"I don't see why we're going to all this effort anyway."
"It's to keep you safe."
"Safe from what? They already got what they want."
"Not even close."
"Please, why would they want a kid?"
"Aside the leverage at having two Miller's hostage you mean? You saw their face, their unlikely to let you live for that."
"And moving out here is supposed to keep me safe? That idiot agent is going to be coming to this new place isn't she? They'll find us and they'll finish it. I don't even care anymore."
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The tires of the car ground to a halt, the handbrake went on and Adam whirled on the sulking teen, his eyes blazing angrily; she'd always hated that look. Grabbing her by the arms he forced her to face him, "You're so selfish! I get it your mum is dead, it's awful, your father, who knows. So you what? Give up? You sulk like a petulant brat and just wait for them to turn up? They nearly killed you back at the house, they won't hesitate to it again but perhaps instead of your mum getting shot it will be me. Will that make you happy? Is that what it'll take to get you out of this stupid pity party? She was your mum and he's your dad but they're my friends!" Seeing the tears in her eyes and realising he was both shaking and yelling her let her go and continued their journey.
It had been hard for Adam too, he'd lost people before but this had been different and personal. He'd left the army so he didn't have to see people he cared for die anymore. When he saw the gun pointed at Sammy he was certain his heart was going to give out on him then and there. She meant everything to him, he'd only been part of the family for five years but Joshua had treated him like family and not the hired muscle, Ceila would laugh and joke with him all the time and even buy him little presents and Samantha? She was his favourite, she was so bubbly and full of life, a little rude at times but she never meant to be. She always drew pictures of him that made him look like the hulk but as she grew out of childhood and into adolescence the fun had stopped and they talked about things more. Losing Ceila had broken his heart and Joshua's kidnap had him hit the bottle pretty hard, it was StClaire that reminded him he had to man up and look after Samantha. The agent had intended to put her with a foster family on the other side of the world, he couldn't have that.
They pulled up outside the place and climbed out of the car. It wasn't a bad house to look at she supposed. A garage and a drive way and a small patch of front lawn. "It'll need rebedding." She muttered, wiping her eyes with her thumb. "Of course Isla." She cringed, she wasn't fond of that name yet, it felt like a lie but she shivered faintly to rid herself of the unpleasant feeling. "I don't know what I'd do... if I lost you too." She stated quietly before taking her bag inside to look around. The rooms were spacious and the hardwood floors made it feel comfortable. There was an old fashioned fireplace in one side of the living room and it opened up on an open plan dining room and the doors that lead to the back yard. A room the opposite side of the hall was the kitchen, which had a door leading into the garage and a laundry room further down. Up the stairs were the three bedrooms, she was told to dump her bag in the one she wanted as hers. She chose the one looking over the front yard, it was bigger and had more shape to it. Not to mention the built in wardrobe which might serve her purpose for clothes and survival if needs be. Shaking her head she dropped her bag on the window sill and retreated, checking out the bathrooms before heading back out to meet her 'uncle'.
She was about to speak to him when she saw the boy across the street, the thwack of the ball bouncing off his head made her wince in empathy but then giggle for the first time in what had to be a month. She hid it behind good manners, a hand in front of her mouth and an apologetic sparkle to her eyes. He waved, his cheeks a faint hint of red, so she lifted her hand and waved back, offering as kind a smile as she could muster at the time. Adam called her and she turned to face him, something quiet was said between them before she was asked to direct the movers and disappeared back inside.
Adam glanced over to the boy with the ball and for a long moment just looked at him. Then he too disappeared inside.
It was nearly dinnertime before the movers left and the new tenants were able to get the car into the drive and then the garage. The lights coming on one by one in the house as they settled in for the evening. In truth Isla was pretty efficient, if they were going to live here they weren't living in boxes. So the important rooms, the bathroom, kitchen and living room were fully unpacked and ready to receive guests, she'd even put down a plush rug in the living area and got Adam to set up the TV and organise for the internet to be installed on Monday. The bedrooms though and the assorted miscellaneous stuff; which was in the garage at the moment, were left in boxes.
However, as prepared as they had been they hadn't done any grocery shopping and so, after rummaging through the phone book they managed to find a pizza place and place an order.
Isla had changed, the chill in the air; or perhaps in her mind, had her putting on a thick jumper made of soft wool and hanging passed the knuckles on her hands and over the tops of her thighs. She'd put on a pair of jeggings too and thick fluffy socks that kept her feet warm in the house. "I'll wait for the pizza uncle Adam." She called, attempting to get used to the sound of the name on her tongue. So, with the porch light on she sat at the front door, listening to the sounds of the neighbourhood and waiting for their delivery.
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