CAUGHT IN-BETWEEN

FOURTEEN: Sister Laynie

"STAY AWAY FROM him my foot. As if I'm the one going around following him. Imbecile. Who the hell does he think he is? My guardian angel?"

"Did you say something?" I yelped when a face suddenly popped up upside down infront of me.

"What the fu... frigging is wrong with you kid?" Mila giggled plopping down besides me. I watched as she wobbled and attempted to copy the same way I was sitting down. I had my feet up on the bed with my back lying down on the horrendous small carpet that covered a small area surrounding the bed.

"Whoa..."

"What are you...?" I slid away from the giggling monster who kept rocking her feet from left to right, bumping into me. And of course succeeding in disturbing my private musings.

"What are you reading?" I stared at her in wonder and confusion.

"Are you okay kid?"

"Yes. Why?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Wait why? Since when do you speak grammatically correct English? What's wrong with you today?" She blinked up at me still lying down.

"G-glalatickie. What's glatatickie." I smirked then bent down to ruffle her hair.

"Now that's better. Good job. You had me worried there for a second kid. Good girl." I sat back down but furthest away from the overly active bundle of anxiety next to me.

I tried focusing my eyes and mind on the timetable Steven had given me earlier that day and not look through it. I had been holding it for nearly twenty minutes but my mind kept going back to the all so mighty Liam's parting words. They didn't bother me whatsoever but somehow I couldn't seem to get them out of my head for some unknown reason.

"You can't say good girl. You only say that to your furry friend." I frowned.

"I'm sorry what? What furry friend?" She giggled. Again. The little girl loved giggling and laughing way too much for it to he normal.

"You know. Like cats and a dog. They are furry friends. You don't have a furry friend?"

Psh as if.

"No. I hate dogs and I'm allergic to cats." She scrunched her little nose and I had to admit that it was rather adorable. I rolled my eyes at the sudden thought.

"Why do you hate dogs? I love dogs and cats." I sighed.

"Of course you do."

"I had a cat when I was little." Little was probably just code for something that made sense.

"Where did it go? You didn't eat it did you?" I smirked as I bent to her level. She pouted her little mouth looking all sad. I straightened praying she didn't start crying.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I didn't eat it. It got sick then went to heaven." I sighed in relief when it didn't look like she would in fact cry.

"Oh thank God."

"Hey! You can't say that. That's so mean." Okay yeah that did sound mean.

"I didn't mean that."

"And what's ale....ale..."

"That's something too big for your little brain to comprehend." She opened her mouth to say something so I grabbed her little shoulders and gave her a gentle push towards the door.

"Okay. That was an oh-so-lovely bonding session but I've already had my fill. Come back next week. Okay ciao." Then I closed the door on her face. Then I padded to my bed with a huge smile on my face. After about five seconds of me just standing there, I felt the twist of my tummy and I rolled my eyes understanding exactly what that was. Guilt. I felt guilty.