Here Forever

Stupid Girl

‘’Tell people that there is an invisible man in the sky who created the universe, and the vast majority      will believe you.

 Tell them that the paint is wet, and they have to touch it to be sure.’’

-          George Carlin

The unpleasant noises of shouting were making Fiona restless. She was still wrapped in the warmth of her new bed when the noises grew louder and the source grew nearer. She finally realized what the noise was all about.

There were loud pounding of footsteps on the other side of her bedroom door. Rubbing her eyes and then her forehead she threw the duvet away, climbing out of the bed she advanced towards the door bare foot. She stood close to the dark wooden door and pressed her ear to listen more, a faint but clear voice registered in her ears, "I don't believe you Carl. My grams would never do that to us!" there was a muffled reply that she couldn't reckon.

Before she could listen anything more, a large thump landed on the door, startled she jumped back. There were more thumping on her door, "Open up! I want to see the owner of this estate." Someone sneered from the other side.

The speaker was a female but her calls were too unexpected for Fiona to react. "Chelsea! You're creating a commotion here, be reasonable!" it didn't take rocket science to put two and two together. She held the knob tightly and twisted. The door opened and the three heads turned to face her. There were two girls whom she recognized from the pictures and Carl standing there with the look of ‘please-help-me'.

"Oh so you are ‘The Fiona' everyone in here is talking about. Glad to meet you finally." The blonde girl sneered and took a step towards her. Fiona didn't feel intimidated by her in fact she was amused by her. She was like a kitten trying to be a tigress.

"Chelsea!" the brunette girl sternly spoke from behind and Chelsea completely ignored her. Both were fraternal twins, Mia being the brunette and Chelsea being the blonde. Ironically they both looked galaxies apart from each other. Mia was more composed and serene while Chelsea was restless and lively with the shining brim of energy.

"Let me get this straight cousin since we don't want to stress your little worthless piece of brain. You are going to leave Boston and before taking your ass off Boston you're going to assign all the property back to us. Do you understand me?" Chelsea smirked evilly and tried to look threatening and dangerous but that confused Fiona, not fret but confused.

Fiona was a motivating kind of person that explains how she never needed to go for therapy sessions when Emily died. Even she was capable to handle George at the age of six always encouraging him to not to give up. George was restless for a few weeks but eventually he gave up and the bond between the two grew stronger than the time. Death of her mother triggered the sense of help and awareness in Fiona, she wanted to support emotions enhance and expose them so that they don't dwell in the heart. She's got the talent to peek inside the soul. Over these years she learned how to predict her father and this helped both of them to cope twelve years together. She could see inside out of any soul, even animals. Her own story motivated her to help other to cope through.

Now when she looked at Chelsea she saw how worked up and tired she looked behind those puffy red-rimmed dull blue eyes, she must have cried. And because she was insecure she came directly to her to threaten, but sincerely she is tired and afraid. Fiona didn't see the mature girl standing who was trying to bully her. All she saw was a homesick little girl who is scared to lose her favorite aunt to her siblings.

Fiona said nothing. Whatever she could say? She was not a big fan of her grandmother and neither did she know the reason her father was abandoned but still she stands here to answer why she is here in the first place. She knew for a fact that her father was not a gold digger. The question was how to prove her honesty to them?