Charlie Doe

Chapter 2 or A long drive.

** Sorry, my computer went KAPPOOI so I have to use my phone, I'll fix the problems with it later.**

It was the longest, most awkward drive in the history of awkward drives.

I didn't care to speak to Mrs. Barrymore aside from a "Mhm" and "Yeah." Every few minuets. Mrs. Barrymore though was trying to keep up conversation by telling me all about the farm and the kids on it.

"And then there's Forrest, poor dear. He came to us a few years ago. PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder. He wakes up in the middle of the night sobbing and screaming. The poor thing. Watched his parents be murdered, how wretched."

I leaned back more comfortably in my chair. I knew I must have had parents at one time, but I wondered if they cared or were frantic looking for me.

"The main house is just around this bend." Mrs. Barrymore announced when we had been driving down a secluded, country road for some time. I craned my neck to look out the front window just as we rounded the bend.

A long driveway spiraled off into a large field with a house sitting smack-dab in the middle of it. A large metal sign was staked into the grass by the driveway entrance that said in large letter 'Golden Hope Farms'.

We turned down the driveway; a gravel one that made my head hurt with every joust of the vehicle.

"Sorry dear!" Mrs. Barrymore exclaimed when she saw my discomfort through the rear view mirror.

We finally reached the smooth part of the driveway that lead up to the main house. Its was a tall, two-story, sky blue, southern style ranch with a rap around porch and two tall spiraling "witches hats". It was a beautiful house and seemed to stand old and isolated in the vast surrounding fields.

"Here we are. Home sweet home!" sighed out Mrs. Barrymore as she turned off the engine. She turned around in the seat and looked at me with a wide grin. "Mary-Anne has dinner waiting inside. All of the kids eat inside with the family as a sort of structure. So you'll meet everyone right away!" She got out of the car and came around to mu door and opened it.

"Mary-Anne?" I asked.

"My daughter. She's been livin' with us since...well..." Mrs. Barrymore trailed off. I assumed it was a sensitive subject so I disregarded it.

I wobbly stepped down from the van. Mrs. Barrymore supported me while I regained my balance. Once I did, I hobbled along behind Mrs. Barrymore like a cripple.

It felt like it took forever to get to the steps leading up to the porch. And it took even farther to get UP those steps.

Mrs. Barrymore waited at the top of the steps try to help, but I waved her off telling her "I can do it." And I did it alright.

Finally, I made it up and to the door.

All the sudden I felt a prick of dread in the pit of my stomach. I wondered what kind of people could be waiting behind the door. What kind of crazy, mentally unstable people was I going to spend a while with?