I woke up at 7 a.m. on the dot and decided to explore my bedroom. Turns out it had a bathroom attached to it and a walk-in closet. I also found a small knitting set under my bed.
He remembered.
Growing up, I used to have bad night terrors every night, so most of the time, 12-year-old Ted would wake up to me screaming and had to come and comfort me.
The only thing that stopped them was me learning how to knit. I used to knit stuffed animals, blankets and so sorts.
I picked up the large box and opened it to see all of the things I needed.
Perfect
The door knocking woke me from my trail of thought.
"Knocky knocky!" I heard Charlie giggle from the other side of the door.
"Come in" I laughed, as he opened the door and sat next to me on the floor.
"Whatcha doin'?" He questioned picking up a green ball of yarn.
"I'm gonna knit something" I explained getting everything ready.
"Ooo what are you thinking?" He asked curiously.
"Hmm, I don't know... Got any suggestions?" I questioned hopefully.
"Matching pickle" He blurted out after a solid minute.
"Is there any reason you want matching pickles?" I laughed slightly confused.
"I like pickles..." He breathed out making a funny face making me burst out in laughter.
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After 2 full hours, the pickle gang was finally complete.
We decided to name Charlie's Gloopy and mine Glooby.
After a while of talking, we decided to head downstairs for breakfast.
"Look who finally dragged her ass outta bed!" Ted exclaimed as if he had just seen a miracle take place in front of his very eyes.
"Shut up..." I replied snatching his coffee out of his hand and taking a huge sip.
"HEY! You could have a disease for all I know- Oo whatcha got there??" He asked cutting himself off from his previous sentence.
"Glooby" I let out blankly.
"Not even gonna ask..." He huffed walking out of the kitchen.
"ALSO SCHLATT WANTS TO TALK TO YOU!!" He screamed from wherever he was.
"Ugh, what does that asshat want?" I huffed, picking up Glooby, and making my way to his office.
"Knock knock- Yeah I don't give a fuck I'm coming in anyway!" I teased pushing his office doors open.
"Sit, and be quiet until I'm done on the phone" He demanded pointing to the chair in front of him.
After a few minutes, he was finally done talking to whoever he was.
"So, I want to train you up. Get ready to defend yourself" He stared blankly at me.
"Defend myself? Against who? What's the worst that could happen?" I answered confused.
"Are you crazy? I hate to burst your bubble Hana, but this is not all sunshine and rainbows" He acknowledged.
Of course, I knew that being in the media meant killing, murder and gore, but why would they come for me? I was just the family of someone involved?
"Training starts tomorrow morning, I suggest you get some sleep" He suggested.
"It's not like I have a choice..." I hugged walking out of the room.
"You okay?" Charlie asked as I shut the office doors.
"Yeah, I have to do some training tomorrow"
"Already?!" He asked
"You JUST got here?" He contested"Yeah, but Schlatts orders" I huffed walking into my room.
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For the rest of the day, I was stuck bored inside my room. Since I had no phone, Charlie would sneak me a spare one every few hours which I was incredibly thankful for.
As the rest of the day flew by, Before I knew it, it was already time to sleep
I bathed, brushed my teeth, and drifted off to sleep
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