Little Irwin

Chapter 11

   Ok sorry if this absolutely sucks but I'm hungry and sick and have some writers block. By the way you guys are the best ^.^ you make me happy. 6 votes please! I feel like I'm asking for too much I'M SORRY ._.

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   I closed my laptop with a yawn, I had just wrapped up my Skype call with Lexi after she insisted I go to sleep from the constant droop of my eyes. "I'm not even that tired." I mumbled to myself. I walked away from my desk and to my dresser, grabbing some pajamas. I made my way to my bed, rubbing my eyes slightly. I yawned again and chuckled. "Okay, maybe I am tired." Looking at the covers in my hand that I had just staeted pulling back, I mumbled, "I gotta stop talking to myself." Slipping inder the covers, I cuddled into the warmth created by my retained body heat. I let out a sigh as my eyes trained on the painted stars that scattered across my ceiling. With my hands folded on top of the covers, I closed my eyes. I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes. Yea, just resting my eyes. I smiled as my mind started drifting.

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   I walked down the sidewalk, hands in my pocket, humming to myself. I looked at the scenery of bright greens around me whilst smiling softly. I missed this while I was on tour with dad. I missed the homey feel to everything. The park I was walking in was fairly empty so I made my way over to a bench, sitting down. I pulled my legs up to ny chest and stared at the lake in front of me. The water shimmered from the bright and burning sun, kids splashing around on a different side. Out of the corner of my eye, a woman watched the children with a fond smile as she leaned against a tree before moving over to the bench I was on. I subtly scooted to the edge whilst she sat down and kept my gaze forward.

   Her light brown hair bobbed as she turned her gaze on me, eyes widening before settling in a glare. It felt like she was burning through my skull, as if she could look right into me. I gulped at the uneasy feeling I had about this woman now. "Hello, Elizabeth." She said bitterly. Her tone, laced with venom, scared me as I had done nothing wrong. At least, to my knowledge.

   "H-hi, ma'am." I stuttered a bit.

   "Oh please Elizabeth. Don't be so scared of me." She said with a mix of a smirk and evil glare.

   "I-I'm not scared." I cursed my quietness and stutter as I spoke. She laughed, make that cackled, and returned to glaring at me. Finally done with her, I turned to meet the evil gaze. "Can I help you?"

   "Actually yes, you can. You could've never been born." My eyes grew in shock, who is this lady?

   "I'm sory, what?"

   "You were a mistake dear. You were a product of alcohol and bad lighting, never meant to be." It stung like a slap in the face.

   "I'm sorry, but I don't understand why you're acting so rude. We don't even know each other." I stated.

   "On the contrary my dear Elizabeth, I do know you."

   "How?" I challenged.

   "Dear, how can you not recognize your own mother? You really are stupid aren't you?  Such a disappointed." She tutted.

   "M-my mother's dead."

   "I believe not. But you are, to me that is."

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   My eyes shot open as sat up quickly. Sweat was sticking to my neck and arms, tears coating my cheeks. What the hell was that dream? My hands shakily pulled back the covers and I tried to stand up. With shaky legs, it took me a couple tries before I could make it tovthe bathroom. I looked myself dead in the eyes, cringing at the state of my hair. Under my eyes were purple bags, clearly from lack of a decent sleep. There were dried tear stains on my cheeks and I turned away from the mirror. Brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face, I walked out to the kitchen where I found dad cooking some food. Yum. "Whatcha makin'?"

   "Unicorn poop." He answered. I rolled my eyes and peeked over his shoulder to see french toast.

   "I didn't know you could make french toast."

   "There's a lot of things you don't know." There seemed to be some other meaning to that sentence, but I was too hungry to focus and still slightly shaky. "What're we doing today?" I asked as he handed me my food, to which I proceeded to drown in syrup. Classy, I know. It was actually really good.

   "Going to the studio and then we gotta get groceries." I nodded along, engrossed in my food. "Wanna cone to the studio?" I nodded again. "And then maybe before the store we can grab Luke and squeeze in a quick gang-bang on Michael.

   "What?!" I shrieked.

   "Kidding, kidding." He laughed so hard he was holding his sides and had some tears coming down his face. "Just seeing if you were paying attention." He said. I rolled my eyes, taking my dish to the sink and heading to my room. "We're leaving in 15!" He yelled.

I closed my door, leaning against it. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my temples. Thanks to dad, I had thw image of uncle Michael getting gang-banged in my head. I sighed whilst shaking my head and going towards my closet. I grabbed a pair of dark red skinny jeans and a muscle tank that says Sex Pistols on it, courtesy of uncle Michael. I tied a flannel around my waist and slid on my black Vans. Leaving my hair up in a messy ponytail, I grabbed my phone and slid it into my back pocket. I walked out of my room and flopped down on the couch while pulling out my phone. A new text. I have friends, everyone. I checked it, rolling my eyes. It was just Allison sending me  a picture of a cat. That girl, I swear.

   "Ready?" I nodded at my dad, who came out of nowhere, and stood up from my spot. We walked out the front door and hopped in the car for the 10 minute ride to the studio.