Where Our Hands Lie...

Unexpected Kindness

All I could think was please say someones home. Please say someones home. I waited a few seconds and started to wonder if anyone was home. I looked down at my shoes then back up at the door. I sighed as I knocked again. I started to loose hope and just as I turned to head down the stairs the door flew open. I swung my head back seeing a pretty young woman standing in the door frame.

" Can I help y- oh my god what happend to you?!" her eyes widened. She seemed kind... pure. She seemed confused, I mean if a 10 year old was at my door step I would be confused, too.

" I'm sorry do you have a first aid kit?" I asked in the post polite possible way I could. Many had taught me to always be polite, but if anybody seps out of line go out of my way to make their life a misery in every way.

"Of course, come in." She replied turning towards the living room. I leaned my board against the wooden rail and grabbed the frame of the door for support.

She walked me through the living room to the kitchen, where what seemed to be all her family was. Everyone was looking at me and exchanging looks at the woman and eachother. A tall red head was eyeing me in a strange way though, like he knew me from somewhere. He did seem very farmiliar, I've seen him somewhere.

"Holy shit." An older guy said watching me.

"Damn, Fi who is this and what the hell happend?!" a dark beutiful girl asked eagerly.

The woman then turned to me.

"I didnt get your name." she said while the other woman started to get her suplies out.

"I'm Millie Milkovich." as soon as I said that everyone went silent. I don't even know why I get confused at this point. Everyone knows who my brother is and he doesn't exactly have a good track record.

"As in Mickey Milkovich?" an older boy asked while looking at the red head.

"Yeah..." I looked down. The woman who let me in and her friend started to clean my cuts on my face after sitting me down at the table.

"Well, I'm Fiona, This is Veronica and Kevin..." She continued pointing to the woman cleaning my cuts and the guy from a bar called The Alibi.

"This is Lip..." she pointed to the older kid.

"Ian-" and pointed to the red head.

"Carl-" pointing to a boy around my age. I had this gut feeling that we would be friends. I dont know why...

"Debbie..." I looked over at the only other girl in the room, she was pretty. Probably a year older than me, no more.

"And there's Liam but he's at Sheila's" I nodded my head in conclusion.