The New Daughter of the Family. (Sequel to An Angel's Voice.), chapter 35
-Recap-
"Mr. Armstrong?" the doctor said. "I'm very sorry," No, I thought. "But your daughter..." NO! "Is gone."
-End of Recap-
-Billie's POV-
"SARA!" I shouted, jolting upright. Cold sweat ran down my face. It was all a nightmare. No papparazzi, no injuries, no deaths. It was Sara's first night home since running away, and I guess I just was afraid that was her fate. I saw her run into my room, horror on her face.
"What?! What's wrong!?" she shouted. I panted.
"Come here," I said, shaking. She climbed up and sat on me. I hugged her tight. "Jesus. That was awful," I said, digging my nose into her hair.
"What happened, Dad?" she asked, looking at me and surveying my face for any injuries.
"Nothing. Bad dream," I said, hugging her again. "Just... Stay with me tonight, ok?"
"Ok. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah."
-End of POV-
Sara woke up the next morning next to Billie, who was still asleep. She gently slid out of bed and downstairs. Tre was sitting at the counter, eating Fruit Loops.
"Hey, Tre," she said, sitting next to him.
"Hi," he said groggily. "Where did you go last night? I came in to check on you, and you weren't in your room."
"Slept with dad. He had a nightmare. Must have been a bad one, he was shaking and sweating and everything."
"Oh. That's weird." She nodded.
"I know." Billie came shuffling downstairs.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Hey, baby," Tre said. Billie looked at him. "Bad dream last night?" Billie didn't say anything, just looked away. "How rude."
"Shut up, Tre," Billie said. "Don't want to talk about it."
"Talking about it will make you feel better," Tre said, sounding like Dr. Phil.
"Just shut up, ok!?" Billie shouted, going back upstairs. Tre stared after him.
"Well, then." He looked at Sara. "Must have been a very bad dream." She shrugged. Mike came downstairs, an odd expression on his face.
"Hey sexy," Tre said. Mike pointed upstairs.
"What's up with Billie? He just screamed at me for saying good morning." Tre shrugged.
"I have no idea. He had a nightmare last night, and he's been pissed all morning." Sara sighed.
"I'll go talk to him."
"Mr. Armstrong?" the doctor said. "I'm very sorry," No, I thought. "But your daughter..." NO! "Is gone."
-End of Recap-
-Billie's POV-
"SARA!" I shouted, jolting upright. Cold sweat ran down my face. It was all a nightmare. No papparazzi, no injuries, no deaths. It was Sara's first night home since running away, and I guess I just was afraid that was her fate. I saw her run into my room, horror on her face.
"What?! What's wrong!?" she shouted. I panted.
"Come here," I said, shaking. She climbed up and sat on me. I hugged her tight. "Jesus. That was awful," I said, digging my nose into her hair.
"What happened, Dad?" she asked, looking at me and surveying my face for any injuries.
"Nothing. Bad dream," I said, hugging her again. "Just... Stay with me tonight, ok?"
"Ok. Are you sure you're ok?"
"Yeah."
-End of POV-
Sara woke up the next morning next to Billie, who was still asleep. She gently slid out of bed and downstairs. Tre was sitting at the counter, eating Fruit Loops.
"Hey, Tre," she said, sitting next to him.
"Hi," he said groggily. "Where did you go last night? I came in to check on you, and you weren't in your room."
"Slept with dad. He had a nightmare. Must have been a bad one, he was shaking and sweating and everything."
"Oh. That's weird." She nodded.
"I know." Billie came shuffling downstairs.
"Morning," he mumbled.
"Hey, baby," Tre said. Billie looked at him. "Bad dream last night?" Billie didn't say anything, just looked away. "How rude."
"Shut up, Tre," Billie said. "Don't want to talk about it."
"Talking about it will make you feel better," Tre said, sounding like Dr. Phil.
"Just shut up, ok!?" Billie shouted, going back upstairs. Tre stared after him.
"Well, then." He looked at Sara. "Must have been a very bad dream." She shrugged. Mike came downstairs, an odd expression on his face.
"Hey sexy," Tre said. Mike pointed upstairs.
"What's up with Billie? He just screamed at me for saying good morning." Tre shrugged.
"I have no idea. He had a nightmare last night, and he's been pissed all morning." Sara sighed.
"I'll go talk to him."
