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Chapter four - Old Friend

"Did Liam get the battery fixed?" My Grammy asked, while we were solving a puzzle at the kitchen table after dinner. I was looking at the picture on the box, the picture was of a farm house and horses in a fenced in area. "Yeah, we jumped it and the car started." I replied plucking all the straight edged puzzle pieces out of the pile.

"So, you and Liam huh?" I could hear the teasing in her voice. My head shot up and sure enough she wore a smug smile. "No Liam and I are just friends, nothing more." I said putting the puzzle pieces together. My Grammy didn't reply, I kept putting the pieces together until I had the outline of the puzzle complete.

The silence between us was comforting. I looked up at the clock and saw it was ten. My Grammy followed my gaze and said, "Well goodnight dear, don't stay up too late, you have school tomorrow." She came over and gave me a hug. "Good night Grammy. I love you." I said before she walked into her bedroom to retire for the night.

I got up and walked to my room. I turned on my light as I entered; I sat down on my bed and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it; I had a couple text messages. They were from my mom.

'Scar your sister misses you should call her,'

'I guess you don't want to talk to her,'

Those two messages made me upset. Does she ever just stop and think about what comes out of her mouth. I love Charlotte and I feel bad for not calling her today, but how dare my mom say that. My mother out of all people. She would drop me off at my grandmas and when it came time for her to pick me up she wouldn't answer her phone. The times she did answer, she would sound irritated.

That can affect a six-year-old. I would feel like I was bothering her and made me feel like she didn't want me. I would try everything to please my mom, but when my mom met Dale she was always home and all three of us would spend time together, but good things never last, luck runs out. We soon moved for my mother's job.

I shook off the feelings of the past, because that's what it was, the past. I looked down at my phone again and I listened to the voicemail my dad left. I wanted to get to know my dad; I wanted to know why he left me. What did he give us up for? Why was he in jail? I turned off my light and lay down on my bed. I turned on my u2 cd so I wouldn't lay in silence with my thought.

The next morning I heard my alarm go off. I looked over at the clock and it was six, I didn't want to get up. My covers were so warm and I had just found a comfy spot, but as much as I would love to lay here I didn't want to look like a disaster on the first day of school. Well not the first day of school. It was the middle of the school year of my senior year.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and started to get ready. I threw on some black skinny jeans along with a gray tank top before going into the bathroom and putting eyeliner and mascara. When it looked okay I walked into the kitchen where my Grammy sat with a cup of coffee in hand.

She was looking at the puzzle that was less than halfway done. I walked over to the coffee pot and filled half of my mug up with coffee and the rest with milk. The sugar was on the table, so I sat down next to my Grammy. "Good morning, how are you feeling?" I said pouring sugar in my cup. She took a sip of her coffee and looked up at me. "I'm good dear, how about yourself. You look pretty, but why do you cover your beautiful face with makeup?" She asked taking a puzzle piece in her hand. My Grammy never wore make up. The only thing she puts on is Chap Stick.

I took another gulp of coffee and smiled at her. "I'm good and that is precisely why I wear it, to cover my face." I said standing up. I walked over to the sink while I finished the rest of my coffee. I looked at my Grammy and she was looking at me. "God made you the way he did for a reason-- beautiful. You shouldn't cover your face." She said looking back at the puzzle. I placed my mug in the sink and walked back over to my Grammy. I gave her a hug, "Okay, I got to go, but call me if you need me. I love you." I started to walk to the door and I heard her reply with "I love you too."