The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 31
-Sara's POV-
I sat in Mike's car, staring out the window. Joey's words were still buzzing around in my head. I had to do something.
"Mike?" I asked, looking at him.
"Hm?" he answered. He looked exhausted.
"Uh, is it ok if we don't go home?" He smiled.
"Sorry, babe, but your dad is probably scared shitless. I gotta take you home." I stared at my feet.
"But I can't go home." He laughed.
"And why is that? Wait, better question. Why did you run away in the first place?" I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. They ran down my cheeks.
"I over heard Joey talking to dad about me." I said quietly. "And Joey said that I ruined the family, and that he hated me." I stopped to wipe my tears with my sleeve. "He's so mad at dad. And it's all because of me." I started getting hysterical. "Mike, please don't take me home. Please. I can't go, I just can't. Please, Mike." I stopped to take a breath.
"Ok, settle down." He took a deep sigh. "I guess we could stay at a motel or something until-"
"Thanks, Mike."
"I'm not done yet. Tell you what, I'll get us a room, and talk things over with your dad, and make everything ok. Then, I'll take you home tomorrow. Deal?" I thought about it.
"Deal."
"Alrighty then." He drove up the parking lot to a motel and turned off the car. He got out of the car, and I followed. He opened the door and we walked to the front desk.
"Can I help you?" A tired clerk asked behind a big desk.
"Yeah, I need one room," he said, pulling out his wallet. The clerk disappeared behind a big room. "What else would I be here for?" He mumbled. I grinned. She came back and handed him our key.
"Here. Can I get your last name?"
"Pritchard," he said. The clerk typed away on her computer.
"Ok, you have room 225. Have a nice stay." We walked up to our room and he opened the door with the key.
"Ok, why don't you go watch tv or something." He said. I shrugged and walked into the room. I flopped down on the bed and watched television.
-End of POV-
-Mike's POV-
I sat on the small table in the kitchen area. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Billie's phone number.
"Mike!?" Billie shouted hysterically. "Thank god! Sara's gone, Mike. I can't-"
"Billie! Settle down. She's with me."
"She is?! Thank you, god. Is she ok? Where are you?"
"We're at a motel. She's fine."
"A motel? Why aren't you bringing her home?"
"She doesn't want to come home. Something about you and Joey." I said, rubbing my eyes stressfully.
"Oh." Billie said quietly. "Well, when are you coming home?"
"Tomorrow."
"Ok, I guess I'll see you then."
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"No. It's ok. I should probably talk to Joey."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, then." I was about to hang up.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to get so-"
"Billie, don't worry about it."
"No, really. I was too hard on you. I'm really sorry."
"I'm sorry, too, man."
"And uh, thanks a lot. You're a real pal." I smiled.
"You too, Billie Joe. See you tomorrow."
"Bye." I hung up and put my phone in my coat pocket. I hung it up and looked in the bedroom. She was fast asleep. I walked in and turned the television off. I looked down at her.
"You're something else." I kissed her forehead and trudged to the couch. I flopped down and covered myself with a blanket. I soon fell asleep.
I sat in Mike's car, staring out the window. Joey's words were still buzzing around in my head. I had to do something.
"Mike?" I asked, looking at him.
"Hm?" he answered. He looked exhausted.
"Uh, is it ok if we don't go home?" He smiled.
"Sorry, babe, but your dad is probably scared shitless. I gotta take you home." I stared at my feet.
"But I can't go home." He laughed.
"And why is that? Wait, better question. Why did you run away in the first place?" I tried to stop the tears, but I couldn't. They ran down my cheeks.
"I over heard Joey talking to dad about me." I said quietly. "And Joey said that I ruined the family, and that he hated me." I stopped to wipe my tears with my sleeve. "He's so mad at dad. And it's all because of me." I started getting hysterical. "Mike, please don't take me home. Please. I can't go, I just can't. Please, Mike." I stopped to take a breath.
"Ok, settle down." He took a deep sigh. "I guess we could stay at a motel or something until-"
"Thanks, Mike."
"I'm not done yet. Tell you what, I'll get us a room, and talk things over with your dad, and make everything ok. Then, I'll take you home tomorrow. Deal?" I thought about it.
"Deal."
"Alrighty then." He drove up the parking lot to a motel and turned off the car. He got out of the car, and I followed. He opened the door and we walked to the front desk.
"Can I help you?" A tired clerk asked behind a big desk.
"Yeah, I need one room," he said, pulling out his wallet. The clerk disappeared behind a big room. "What else would I be here for?" He mumbled. I grinned. She came back and handed him our key.
"Here. Can I get your last name?"
"Pritchard," he said. The clerk typed away on her computer.
"Ok, you have room 225. Have a nice stay." We walked up to our room and he opened the door with the key.
"Ok, why don't you go watch tv or something." He said. I shrugged and walked into the room. I flopped down on the bed and watched television.
-End of POV-
-Mike's POV-
I sat on the small table in the kitchen area. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Billie's phone number.
"Mike!?" Billie shouted hysterically. "Thank god! Sara's gone, Mike. I can't-"
"Billie! Settle down. She's with me."
"She is?! Thank you, god. Is she ok? Where are you?"
"We're at a motel. She's fine."
"A motel? Why aren't you bringing her home?"
"She doesn't want to come home. Something about you and Joey." I said, rubbing my eyes stressfully.
"Oh." Billie said quietly. "Well, when are you coming home?"
"Tomorrow."
"Ok, I guess I'll see you then."
"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"No. It's ok. I should probably talk to Joey."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, then." I was about to hang up.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"Uh, I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to get so-"
"Billie, don't worry about it."
"No, really. I was too hard on you. I'm really sorry."
"I'm sorry, too, man."
"And uh, thanks a lot. You're a real pal." I smiled.
"You too, Billie Joe. See you tomorrow."
"Bye." I hung up and put my phone in my coat pocket. I hung it up and looked in the bedroom. She was fast asleep. I walked in and turned the television off. I looked down at her.
"You're something else." I kissed her forehead and trudged to the couch. I flopped down and covered myself with a blanket. I soon fell asleep.
