Odds and ends

Chapter Ten

[Summer of 1935]

(For those of you who are too lazy to check /like me ._.\ that would be a year later)

{Logan POV}

I awakened to an empty house. I still wasn't used to no one being here. I sighed at the silence.

[Six months earlier]

"Mum? I'm home...where are you?" I heard nothing. "Mum...?" It was starting to worry me. Oh wait, she probaly left a note telling she's not home. I'll go check that. And I did, just to find an empty kitchen. There was no note. In fact, there was nothing. It was as if she hadn't been home all day.

She shouldn't be out now. It's eight O'clock.

We had recently bought a new telephone. I knew the Phillips had one too, so I dialed the opperator and asked to be put on the line to them.

(Sorry I currently have no wifi as i write this so if I'm wrong about phone's worked back then sorry)

"Hello?" I heard on the other side. It was Quin. Quin Phillips. Why her?! I thought before replying "Hi Quin...uhh...it's Logan. I was just wondering if my mother is there? She's not home and she didn't leave a note." There was scilence on the other end. I could hear faint backround noise, so I knew we were still connected. "..." There was another moment of scilence untill the delayed answer came. "No, she isn't here. Hasn't been here all day. Mama was expecting a milk delivery today, but she didn't show." "Oh..." I said softly. There was worry building inside me. "Uhh...when do ya think we'll be gettin' that milk?" My thoughts were suddenly overcome with rage. She didn't even ask if Mum's alright, or if there's anything they can do to help. No! "When do we get your milk, for free because we're taking advantage of your poor old mama, my cats look thirsty." is what I got from that sentance. Ugh. I thought once more before finally answering. "I gotta go, Quin." And with that, I hung up.

Maybe she's uhh...asleep. It is pretty late...

I went to check her tiny back-room-bedroom. "Mum?!" She was passed out on the floor in front of the bed. My eyes widen, filled with worry and fear. Her eyes slightly opened. "L-Logan...?" Her voice sounded so weak. It hurt me. Kneeling down infront of her, I held her hands in mine. She seemed so fragle, I'd never seen here that way. "Mum. Mum it's me, Logan. I'm here." A weak smile grew on her face. "What happened, what's wrong?" She was still struggling to stay consious. "I-I"m...fine..." "Mum, you obviously aren't fine." I sat down normally, lifting her slightly then resting her on my lap. "I-I...Logan...it's time." "W-what? Time for what? Mum..." I knew exactly what she meant, but I refused to admit it. She's all I had left, I couldn't lose her too. "Logan...There're so many things I want to tell you" "Mum..." "No, Logan. Please don't interupt." After that, I was quite. There were many tears running down my cheeks. "I spoke with Mr. Jankens, a few times actully. He's a lawyer, you know. H-he told me..." She took another deep breath. The fact that any one could be her last frightened me more than anyone could ever understand. "He told me you should marry. She'll help support you, and keep you company. You need someone, Logan." Her eyes shut for a moment, but she forced them back open. "Mum, what's wrong with you?! You're only fiftey-three, Mum. You shouldn't be-." "Logan, the marriage-." "Mum I don't care about marrying someone. There's only one person I'd ever want to marry and I know the odds of that are close to none, so please don't waste this time on-" "Logan Micheals Peters." She tried to sound as firm as possible. She was obbviouslly growing weaker. "I thought I taught you not to interupt others when they're talking." She slowly pulled on her famous smirk, giving me hope in whatever she was about to say. You wouldn't joke at a time like this unless it's for a good reason, even for my mother. "About that dear girl. Oh Annette. I see how much you miss her. It says it all over your face," She weakly poked my cheek, "You didn't let me finish. He told me he made a trip to the city. Chicago. She's there, not only that, she's miserable. She needs her knight in shining armor-." I cut her off. "Mum I can't..-" "She needs you, Logan. She needs you." "Okay. I understand. But what about you, Mum? What's wrong with you?" "Promise me you'll try." "Mum..." "Promise." "Alright. I promise I'll try. Now tell me..." "I have an infection, have for a while now. There's no cure." "Mum why wouldn't you tell me?!" I half whinned half scolded. I hated this. Waiting until she's just gone. An empty body with her soul in the sky. It wasn't fare. "Logan..." Her breaths were shorter and weaker now. She said my name so quietly it was almost scilent. This is it. I thought. Her eyes started shutting on their own, without her control. "Mum. Mum no. NO. Stop. Stay with me." They were shut. Her heart stopped beating. "S-she's...dead..." It was likea dream. No. A nightmare. The previous conversation played over again in my head. Everytime I closed my eyes I saw her lifeless body. I sobbed over her. I didn't know how long. I didn't care. Why should it matter? Everyone I once loved is gone. My father killed, my mother left, and my dear Annette. Stolen. Right from under me and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

I spent the next few days grieving the loss horribly. Everything came back. Guilt. Sorrow. Hate. Anger. I didn't eat anything, and I had a few sips of water to drink. It had been six days. I woke that morning feeling the same as usual, wishing I was still asleep, although that was becoming horrifying too, for I was starting to get nightmares.

"I'm starving. Maybe I should eat...No...better not...I can't cook anything. Only Mum and Annette could cook..." And just like the day before, I broke into an intense sob. I couldn't hold it in. I just couldn't.

About an hour later I finally got the strength to stand, and I went to the kitchen. It was so empty. I sighed and tried to find something to eat. There were some week old rolls. Most likely the best I'd find, so I settled for those. I went to fetch a pan. There was a knock on the door, and I heard a letter slip through the mail slot. I slowly walked over to see what it was, until I focused in on the back of the letter.

Logan Xx

I ran to the door, and carefully ripped open the letter.

It read:

Hello, Logan. I've missed you

so much. I had a dream about

you three days ago. We were in

the backyard oak, it was quite

wonderful. But then Mum came

out and interrupted us, like usual.

Then I awoke to my "sister". I

really wish I could see you again.

Maybe some day. I have to go now,

sorry its short. If you'd like, you may

wrie back, although it may not be

delivered to me. I hope it is.

Love you Xx

Love,

Annette.