Warning! It's kinda a long chapter, violence, and hurtful language
The quickest way to know a woman is to go shopping with her.
Marcelene Cox
Don't hurt my friends or family, especially my siblings. If you do then you better wish you hadn't.
Me
*~ Lachlan's P.O.V ~*
"Hi mom."
"Hello sweetie." My mom said cheerily over the phone
"Can you come over to my house please, I need your help." I told her truthfully over the phone
"Is something wrong?" She asked her voice sounding a little worried
"It's a laundry situation. . ." I mumbled
"Well I'll be there in 10 minutes." She replied
"Okay mom." I said, "I'll see you in a bit, bye mom."
"Bye I love you."
"I love you too mom."
I hung up the phone and looked over at Toni. She held up a blouse which had shrunken down to maybe the size of a toddler. So right now, she wore some of my pajamas and luckily enough her underclothes were okay. I sighed since I had no idea how this happened.
---> TINY TIME SKIP <---
A knock came to my front door; when I opened it I saw my mom standing there. She had short hair, and wore a black sweater, pants, and black flats. I had to look down at her, but she was only a few inches shorter then me. She smiled up at me with her motherly brown eyes as I let her in to my small house, and I gave her a hug once the door closed.
"So where's the situation?" She asked with a smile
"This way." I lead her to the laundry room where both the clothes and Toni were at.
When she saw Toni folding clothes, and my mom took a step back, "Lachlan-?"
"¿Gran Hermano?" We both looked at her, "Is she going help to fix my clothes?"
"What?" My mom asked me
"Let me explain."
~ Two Explantations Later. . . ~
". . . That's what happened." I finished
She just looked at me wide eyed, and her gaze switching between us. She was happy I helped her, but mad that I haven't reported about this to the authorities. Toni tugged gently on my moms shirt, and she looked at her. Since Toni was the smallest out of us, she had to look up at us while she rubbed her eye.
"Bitte nicht böse sein Lachlan, er ist gut. . . Por favor no locas en Lachlan, es bueno. . . Please do not be mad at Lachlan, he is good." She said with a tired voice.
I noticed that her head bandage was getting a little loose, so I went over and tightened it. She thanked me three times before going to the couch and laying down. I turned to my mom and she whispered,
"You're luckily she acts like a 7 year old." My mom told me, "But none the less she is okay."
"So? Her clothes?" I asked awkwardly
"Ohh well you'll have to get her some new ones." She replied bluntly with a smile
"Clothes, Glasses, and Shoes." I sighed
"She needs glasses?"
"Yeah. . . she can't see that well. Toni told me earlier that everything was blurry to her, after she accidentally ran into my table." I replied
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The Pack & The Forgotten Girl || Under Editing ||
Fanfiction**Completed** There's always that one person who we run into or know. They can change our lives for the better. . . Or Worst. Maybe they're even a lie. That's up for you to decided.
