Life Saviors of the East (FOB Fanfic)

20 questions can lead to dangerous openings

I wake up in my room, that doesn't really feel like my room, but is technically my room, so I call it my room. Changing out of my clothes that I was still in from yesterday, I put on a black tee shirt and jeans. Making my way downstairs, I see Dad in the kitchen.

"Morning Dad. You're up early." I state noticing the clock only read 10:00.

"Yeah, I got a song idea, and I had to write it down before I forgot. Then I couldn't fall back to sleep. So, breakfast?" He slides a pancake on a plate and hand it me before I can answer the question. I take the plate and take a seat next to him, I want to get to him more.

"Let's play 20 questions." He looks at me like I'm mad. "You know, to get to know each other a bit better." Now he agrees that it was a good idea, and we started.

"Okay. Something you love." Hesitantly, he replies with puppies because he finds them cute. It's not wrong, puppies are pretty cute.

By the end of the game, we were loaded with information of each other. Dad talked about how he got into music and some other random topics, while I talked about my life back home with my family and in the orphanage. In way, it brought us closer together. There nothing like two people, questioning one another's past while eating pancakes. Not even two weeks ago, I was just another girl, fangirling over fandoms and attempting to fit in.

We put the dishes away and sit on the couch to watch television. Dad spends a few minutes channel surfing. "There is nothing on." He attempts for another minute, then gives up, turning off the TV and turning to face me. "So, there's the topic of school that we need to discuss." I groan.

"So you haven't been to a former school since the car crash?"

"Yeah, headmistress allowed me to attend an online school because the other kids were given me a hard time. "

"Would you like to continue the online schooling?" I nod my head. I knew that I would have to go to the school that my former roommates are attending, and I'd rather not run the risk in running into them. "Alright, is there someone I can talk to? To tell them about the whole situation?"

I give Dad the number, and he goes upstairs to talk to the head of the school. While he's upstairs, I relive what just happened. During twenty questions, I have told him everything about the car crash, seeing the metal fly past the window, the feeling of the car drive uncontrollably down the street. At first there was no sound from my parents, which frightened me the most, however, there were muffled screams from my brother. Finally, the screeching tires ceased, and everything went silent expect for a ringing in my ears. Slowly, I looked over to my brother, who had his eyes closed, but his chest was still rising. Still, I waiting for my parents to say something, anything really, yet nothing happened. Aches and pains spread throughout my body, I began to cry, the sound of sirens started to emerge in the distance.

Snapping the memory out of my head, not wanting to think of the day, I decide to check the television again. Thankfully, Spongebob was on, and my focus shifting to that. While Spongebob was attempting to get a splinter out of his thumb, Dad came downstairs off the phone. "Okay, so I talked to the head, and they said that you can continue classes next week and they said that they were happy for you." He smiles taking a seat next to me, both of us watching Spongebob's thumb oosing and turning multiple colors.

There was knock on the door and I went to answer it, thinking it is one of the guys. To my surprise, there was a woman. "Um, hello." I say nicely. She seemed around an average height for a girl, brown curly hair, but she was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see her eye color. "May I help you?" She was just starring at me, not saying a word, which honestly scarred me a bit. "Dad!" I yell eventually, after a minute of no answer from her. Dad comes to the door and comes to a stand still.

"Elisa? What are you doing here?" Hearing the name made me shiver, this was Elisa, how did I not recognize her?

"I just came to get some more of my stuff, nothing to concern you." Quickly, I step out of her way, afraid of being knocked over. She walks pasts us, walking upstairs. Dad's already pale complection, became even more ghost like. After a few minutes, she comes back down, before passing me, she whispers something into Dad's ear. Immedaitely he mumbles something in responce, causing Elisa to practically run out the door.

"What did she say?" I ask curiously, probably something I will regret. Dad shakes his head, signalling that it was best that I didn't know. Dispite my agreement, I wanted to know, mainly because his attitude changed from happy and joy to plum and depressed. We walk back to the couch to watch what is now Spongebob and Patrick plopping paint onto the Chum Bucket. Nothing is said about the events that occured moments ago, even though a million thoughts were buzzing around at once. What was said that made Dad go as quite as he is? Was it something about him, a certain phrase that hit hard, me? Too many possibities to think about, and I'd rather not bring it up to him again. "Are you alright, you got really quiet." Silently, he nods his head, which didn't help his case of that he's fine.

"Do you mind if I invite Pete over? I need to talk to him about some band related topics." He said band stuff, but his face said something completely different.

"Yeah, sure."

He grins, proceeding to hug me. "You can rent a movie if you want, we'll be upstairs."

Quickly, he runs upstairs to dial the phone, and within minutes, Pete arrives. We exchange a quick hello before he goes upstairs to where Patrick is. Maybe it's time to do a little ear dropping...