Green Eyed Angel (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 2

Black.

That's all I see. There's no doors, no openings, no other rooms, and no turns. Just a straight corridor.

"LOLA!" ...Dad? I run in the direction I hear his voice. He still loves me! He won't leave me. He came back.

A huge grin is across my face as I continue running down the hall. I have to find him. He'll take me back home, and I'll be his little girl again, just like before.

I came to a stop. He was standing in front of me, his arms wide open. I run into his arms, closing my eyes and-

I shot up from my position laying down, sweating. The picture was still in my arms, making indentations in my skin from the frame. I put the picture on the night stand.

As I run my hands down my face I feel that my cheeks are wet. I was crying while I was asleep, as well. Guess I can't escape this nightmare.

I fell backwards, my head hitting the fluffy pillows. I breathed in deeply. It was nice to finally breathe crisp air, not the stale, alcohol tinted air. The air made me feel clean and refreshed. It was also slightly cold, sending chill bumps across my arms and legs.

I sighed and sat up, moving to get under the warm covers. I looked to the clock above the tv, 3:43. I didn't know what time they like to get up, or anything about them, really. It felt surreal, how they were willing to take me into their home with open arms. I had never felt so welcome. They wanted me to be here. I was wanted.

With that thought I was able to close my eyes, and for the first time in a long time, I slept peacefully. No mom there to torture me. No black things in the night to haunt me. No fire here to burn me. Just me and my green eyed angel.

****** time skip brought to you by McDonald's. 'I'm lovin' it.' ******

I woke up abruptly to music playing in the room next to me. I recognized it as Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low. I rolled over onto my back and looked at the clock. 8:30. I feel so... refreshed. I closed my eyes and started humming to the song. At least somebody here has good music taste.

One problem. Now I need to pee.

I turn and groan loudly into my pillows. Why? Why must these things happen to me? Mid groan there was a knock on my door.

"Lola, honey, breakfast is ready if you're hungry." She sounded so unsure of herself. As though she didn't want to bother me.

I didn't want to be rude so I turned my head to shout a short, "Okay."

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

"Wait!" I jumped up from my bed and went to the door, peeking my head out slightly. "I, um, I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?"

Mrs.Vivian smiled brightly before walking up to me. She brought her hand up, and I flinched backwards into my bedroom, shutting the door.

I hear her gasp on the other side of the door, clearly taken aback by the way I acted. Tears came to my eyes. I can't believe I just, what's wrong with me?

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't think, I was trying to be motherly, I'm so sorry." God, what a mess am I.

I sniffled and open the door. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't've acted that way, ma'am. I know you won't hurt me. It's just reflex, I guess." I shrugged and she smiled sadly.

"Now, we'll have to get you out of that, won't we?" I smiled shyly at her words, causing her to smile bigger. Then she looked down and saw that I was still wearing the clothes I arrived in. She clicked her tongue. "We also need to get you out of those nasty clothes." A look of surprised flashed across her face. "Oh, I didn't mean anything by that."

I laughed a shook my head. "None taken."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, well, anywho. Why don't we get you in the shower, hmm? Do you have any clothes and shower stuff with you?"

I could clearly tell she didn't want to ask these questions, but they had to be asked. "I have a few clothes, but no shower necessities."

She nodded firmly. "Okay, it's settled. You can use Emeralds shower things for the day, and we will go shopping for some clothes. Eh, Eh. Don't even try to argue with me." She stated when I opened my mouth.

"Ma'am, you real-" I shut my mouth when she gave me this weird look.

"What did I say? Also, stop with the ma'am thing. Call me Vivian, or mom, or whatever you want to call me. Just, please, not ma'am." She had an exasperated look on her face, so I just nodded.

"Yes, ma- Vivian." She nodded with a smile on her face.

"Now let's get you washed up."

******Another time skip, brought to you by Chuck E. Cheeses. 'Where a kid can be a kid!' ******

The shower, the bed, the air, the happy atmosphere, I felt like a whole new person. I felt relaxed, amazing....free.

I felt in that moment that I could climb the highest mountain. Sing a happy song. Run like a chicken with my head cut off. Watch the clouds. Lay in a field, watching the stars. Though all of it, she would be with me. I would hold her. I could call her mine. My green eyed, red haired, angel.

One day, she would save me. I just didn't know that day would come so soon.

I quickly make my way down the stairs, my stomach growling hungrily. My socked feet make no noise as I step into the kitchen. Vivian, Dallas, and a little boy, about ten, sit at the table, chewing away happily on some waffles.

Oh, god. Waffles. My favorite.

I stand in the doorway of the kitchen for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Are you just going to stand there or...?" Comes a silky feminine voice from behind me.

I turn around, face growing hot. "No, I was just-" I stop and stare at her. It can't be. It. I. Just. No.

"You okay?" She asks.

"I. Uh. I. I just-" I move past her, running back up the stairs, food completely forgotten. It just can't be. I got to my room, closing the door behind me. My hands cover my face and I slowly slide to the floor, leaning against the door.

It's her. It's actually her. Her.

My green eyed, red haired angel.

A/N

So, I think I'm going to do a competition type thing. If you want in my book, boy or girl, DM/PM me or kik me at Della12202

I need friends for Lola at her new school. I have one already and I need two more. I need name, age, description, hobbies, things they are good at, what they like to wear, all that good stuff.

Thanks!

-Della.