The Doctor's Daughter

Regular Routine

Chapter Three

When I walked out, I saw Jim and lost all composure. He was waiting for me. We spent every Sunday together because I didn't have to work. I ran to him, abandoning my bags. He scooped me up in a hug. He frowned. "You need to eat more, Anette." I laughed. "I just......i'm being adopted."

"What? By who? If they hurt you i'll-" The man cleared his throat behind me.

"J, i've gotta go." He pressed his cell phone into my hands and whispered, "if he does anything, or tries anything, or says anything, or if you're just sad or lonely, call me. I don't care what time it is." I smiled and nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. I picked up my bags and watched him as he walked away, leaving me with.....this guy. He turned to me.

"So, while we're walking back to my place, tell me about yourself." I cleared my throat and gave him my information the way the orphanage taught us. "My name is Anette Mariyanne and then whatever you last name is, I am seventeen as of yesterday, I work at Shimmies diner six days a week, I am in a relationship with Jim Shayse, and my favorite color is blue."

He raised his eyebrow. "Okay, now tell me about yourself." I sighed, knowing he wouldn't buy that bull. "Um, I'm Anette, I love photography, I finished highschool and have been taking online college courses at the library for two years, and I enjoy silence." He nodded, seeming content. "Well, here we are." We stood in front of a small, dumpy apartment. He threw the keys to me. "Go ahead. It's bigger on the inside." Ha. I've lived in worse. I opened the door. Inside was a living room with a kitchenette on the left. There were four doors, leading into other rooms. All in all, a good place.One thingy. The walls were bare. No pictures, or even paint. Huh. It looked as if he'd just moved here. "My.....friend, Amelia Pond lives here as well." He said from behind me. "Ahhh. Okay. Hey, do you have a place where I can set my stuff......" I trailed off. He led me to a door and opened it. It was a room, with a bed and a desk. "Thanks." I said flatly. He closed the door, and I decided to pick up some extra shifts at the diner. I started the painstaking process of caking on my make-up. Mascera, eyeshadow, concealer, and finally, blush. I had to pretend to look happy, content. The only time I looked anywhere like this without make-up is with Jim. I sighed and left my stuff. The man was sitting on the couch as I headed for the door. "Where are you going?" I sighed. "Work. Money doesn't grow on trees, it grows in the perpetual cycle of working, collecting at the corners in small amounts...' I realized  was ranting and shut my mouth. "Sorry." i smiled and walked out. The diner was nearly two miles away, so I ran. When I got there, I put on my uniform and served customers. Anything to stay away from him. I stayed until closing time, and then I locked up. By the time I got back to the apartment, it was nearly ten o'clock. Without thinking, I slipped into my regular routine. The kitchen was dirty, so I cleaned it. I swept the floor, cleaned the stove, bleached the counters, washed the dishes, and made myself some bacon. Once it started cooking, the redhead whom I assumed to me Amelia came out. "Doctor? Why are you cooking? You hate ba-" She stopped when she heard me. "Oh. Its you." I snorted and flipped my bacon. "Why are you cooking bacon at eleven at night? Why is the kitchen so clean?" I realized that she was Irish! "Um.....I just got home from work. I'm hungry. I...brought bacon." I felt very self-conscious. She sniffed the air and walked back to her room, slamming the door. "Fine. My bacon." I mumbled. I cooked it until it was extra crispy,  I put the pieces on a paper towel and went to my room. I pulled out my Polaroid camera and set it on my desk. I fell asleep in my clothes, forgetting even my bacon.

Chapter Four The Doctors pov

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and she still wasn't awake. I called the diner to say she was sick. Only Amy knew that she was my biological daughter. I never expected to find her, but now that I had, I wasn't letting her go again. She seemed, haunted. Finally, she walked out of her room, dressed in a shirt and pants with a long hoodie. I had never seen her arms before, which led me to believe something was wrong. She had a camera in her hand, and she left, without saying a single word. She must have heard me call in sick, because she didn't have that make-up caked on. Her cheeks were sunken and she had purple bags under her eyes. I decided to follow her.