Rebecca Byers (Season 1)

The Flea and the Acrobat

It was the afternoon when we finally got home for me to notice the other car there. I tilted my head, wondering who the hell was here with Mom. I jump out of the car walking to the front door with Jonathan, who then opens it for me to make eye contact with Lonnie, who is sitting next to Mom on the couch with them, drinking a little something for me to grip my bag strap tighter, "Hey, kid's." Lonnie says as I narrow my eyes at him, not wanting him here when there is something going on with Mom, "What's going on here?" I hiss as I watch them, not wanting him to be here when Will is not here, "Your dad's, uh, gonna stay here tonight. On the couch." Mom explains for me to frown on those words, not wishing for Lonnie to stay here at all, he never wanted anything to do with us before, but now he is here for Will; what bullshit is this. 

"Yeah, I'm here as long as you need me, okay? How are you holding up?" Lonnie asks Jonathan, who goes over to the wall where a tarp is hanging for me to watch him as Jonathan pulls the tarp away for a hole to be there, wondering what mom got up to when we were out. Jonathan then looks back at Mom as I do the same, "What happened?" Jonathan asks as I watch my parents. Well, Mom and Lonnie, I would never class Lonnie as my father at all in my life because of what he did, "Don't worry about that." Lonnie says for me to send him a glare on that as I look at Jonathan, who looks at me, nodding as I do the same, knowing we need to speak with Mom about the creature she saw, "Mom, that thing you saw before, did it come back?" Jonathan asks as I bite my lip wanting the truth now, "Jonathan, that's enough." Lonnie says as I stand beside my brother, knowing we don't wish to have Lonnie here, "Can we talk? Alone?" Jonathan asks Lonnie for me to watch as they leave for me to sit beside Mom for she to look at me. I take her hands in mine, rubbing them gently as she looks at me. 

"Mom, I want to know, was it the creature from before?" I question as she looks at me for her to shake her head, knowing she doesn't need to describe it at all. I just need a nod, "Mom?" I question, but she is not answering me, which is irritating. What did that idiot of a father say to her? Lonnie then comes out for me to stand up, looking at him with a glare on my features, "princess can you please get your clothes ready for the funeral" Lonnie says for me to grip my hands into fists, not wanting him here as I then plaster a fake smile on my lips then, "of course 'dad'" I hiss out as I shove past him to my room slamming the door closed not wanting to go to that funeral because it feels like it is not Will at all, but it is Will. 

Morning rose the next day for me to sigh, getting ready for me to stand there with me, dusting a hand over my dress and looking at myself in the full-length mirror, sighing as I looked at myself, knowing that today was going to be difficult for all of us but we will manage to get through. I leave my room to the clicking of my shoes to then enter my brother's room. Sitting on his bed as he is trying to do his tie, I look at the wall in a daze, "I don't want to go today", I whisper as Jonathan looks over his shoulder at me sitting there, "it's going to be okay, Bec" he says as he is getting frustrated with his tie for me to sigh smiling small as I get up, "come here Jonathan" I tell him as he moves over to me standing in front of me as I begin to thread the tie into place, "we will be okay?" I question as I tighten the tie for my brother to nod on that as I look to the ground, "yes we will be okay", he answers as I pat his shoulders, knowing I hate ties but I can always put them on people; I then look up at Jonathan with tears in my waterline. 

"I miss him, " I whisper as he touches my cheek for me to close my eyes on Jonathan's comfort to pull me into his arms, surrounding me in a hug as I hold onto him, never wishing to let him go at all in my life. We exit Jonathan's room for me to look at Mom as she grabs my hand. I hold her tightly in my hold, leading her to the car, not sparing Lonnie a look at all; he does not deserve love on this day; he was never here for us at all. As we are at the funeral, I am sitting there looking at the casket for me to close my eyes lightly as I listen to the words from Pastor Charles, feeling my heart breaking slowly on why we are all here. Still, the image of that thing in Barb's photo makes me frown, opening my eyes, knowing that we have to deal with that as well.