Thursday, August 9, 2007

   Chapter 4: What To Do?
Phoebe was carried about 6 more miles before they cam to another house. This one was bigger.
The man put Phoebe down. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door.
"Let's go in, shall we." he stood to the side so Phoebe could go in first.
She didn't move.
"Okay, I understand you not trusting me. I am a stranger. But i would feel bad if I took you back home w/ no feed in your stomach. How about i bring some food out to you?"
There was a puse. Then Pheobe nodded her head.
"Alright. Why don't you go out back. Theres a table and a shading umbrella over there." He turned to go inside.
"No meat. I've always had a problem eating it." Phoebe rushed to say.
"M'kay, no meat." The guy wnet inside and closed the door behind him.
After a second, Phoebe leaned over the cyclone fence. There was a small, round table with 4 chairs and an umbrella. Not to far off was a black grill.
I want to run. But mow i'm really far from the den. Plus I only eaten an apple all day and now it's the hottest part of the day. Phoebe thought and quickly glanced at the position of the sun. It had moved to the middle of the sky.
Phoebe heard something fall inside. Hesitantly, she lifted the latch on the gate, entered the back yeard and relatched the fence. As Phoebe leisurely walked to the table, she noticed the back door was a sliding glass door. The rooms inside were paintewd plain white. There were no pictures. There was a big couch and a chair behind a coffee table. On the opposite of the door was a flight of stairs. Coming form the other room, the man was carrying two plates. Each plate had a cup on them. He was walking slowly to keep his balence. Phoebe opened the door.
"Thanks." he said.
They both sat at the table. Phoebe sat across from the guy. He slid one plate and cup to her.
"Hope your okay with a PB and J sandwhich." the guy bit into his hamburger.
"Yes, thank you." Phoebe said timidly. She looked down at her plate there was a sandwhich and a bannana. "Um...w-waht's your name? You never told me."
"My name? My name is Damian." he gave her a friendly glance, but no smile. "And what might your name be?"
"Phoebe." she gave a proud smile.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Phoebe. But you might want to hurry up and eat. I'm sure your parents are worried about you." Damian took a sip of tea that was in his cup.
I don't have parents anymore. she thought.
Phoebe ate her sandwhich. When she took a sip of her tea, she got a look on her face like she had eaten an extremly sour lemon.
Damian looked at Phoebe with curiosity. "I guess you can't fool anyone, especially kids, with how much sugar is in tea. Do you want me to put some more in it?" he said amused.
"No, you've done alot for me already. I'll live." Phoebe took another drink and ate her second fruit that day.
"Done?" Damian asked.
"Yes." Phoebe answered with a smile.
Damian stacked the plates and cups on top of each other and went inside.
What do i do now? He'll come out and be like, "so, wheres your house?" and then I'll say, "oh, I don't have a h ouse. I live in a little den a few miles from the town you took me from". Phoebe thought.
Phoebe shook her head and put her face in her palms.
"Headache?" Phoebe looked up at Damian, who was holding a brown plastic bottle, a blue wash cloth and a big bandaid.
"Oh, um...no."
"Well, we should get taht srape cleaned up. Wouldn't want it to get infected." Damian turned the chair. He knelt down and rubbed some of the dripping blood on to his thoumb. He gazed at his thumb for a second, then licked the blood off of it.
A strange look crossed Phoebe's face. She watched Damian carefully as he cleaned the scrape.
"This may sting a bit, okay?" Damian put some of the liquid in the bottle on the cloth.
When it touched Phoebe's knee, she winced. Damian rubbed the wash cloth gently on the girl's knee and finally put the band-aid on it.
"All done!" Damian stood. "Now let me just take this stuff inside and we'll go."
"Wait um..." Phoebe bagan.
"What is it?" Damian asked.
"Well uh..... I uh... actually I..." Phoebe tried to continue. "I'll go myself. I don't want to be anymore of a bother." she faked a smile.
"None sense. It's no trouble. I don't really ahve anything better to do. Plus," Damian got a serious look on his face. "Theres someone running around in these woods."
Does he mean the person in the cloak? Phoebe thought.
"Do you know what this person looks like?"
"I'm afraid not. They always have a cloak or something on."
"Iis it dangerous?"
"...I don't know for sure. And I don't want to take my chances with you. So let's get going, shall we?"
"But the thing is," Phoebe looked at her swinging feet. "I don't exactly, have a home-house."
"This changes things quite a bit. Then where have you been staying?" Damian stared at her.
"Theres this den, it didn't seem to be occupied, so I'm staying in that."
"Seriously? What do you do in the winter?"
"I have a heavy blanket. And I made a Hole in the roof so i could have a fire."
"What to do, what to do?" Damian rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'll just go back to the den. I'll be fine there."
It's dangerous there too. she thought.
"I don't think so. I'm sure who ever it is will go there after seeing the flame. What about your parents?"
"My... parents? They died in a house fire."
"Oh. Any other relatives?"
"They never visited us. I seen pictures, but that's it."
Damian sat at the table. His head rested on his fist.
Great. What did I get myself into? that maybe the last time i help anyone. Phoebe thought.
"Maybe...no. Um...perhaps....no. What about an orphinarium?"
"No! That's why I ran to the forest. I refuse to go there!"
"Well the only other thing I can think of, is you living with me, but I doubt you'd want that."
There was a silence.
"Which would you perfer?" Damian looked directly at Phoebe.
"I guess...it would be better the.... living in a group home...."
"Are your sure that's what you want to do?" Phoebe shrugged. "But once that person is gone, I'd like to go back to the den."
"Okay. But no sooner. Hey, let's go to town. Theres one about a mile or so from here. You could get some clothes and stuff." Damian stood again.
"You don't have yo-"
"It's alright. If it'll make you feel more at home, then I'll be glad to. C'mon, let's go." Damian opened the gate.
Oh Phoebe, what did you do? Phoebe thought with a sigh.




yeah. sorry it took so long again. i haven't really felt like getingo n the computer much
lately. and i have a million other things to write. but yeah. i got it.
well school is gonna be starting again for me on the 15. which is good i ges. i miss school.
oh and i have to bring lazy to a whole new level again. my friend says her friend is lazier then
but and i refuse to let taht be true. he got pushed over once and was to lazy to get back up.
so yeah. but bafore that i needed my friend to help me up the stairs b/c i was to lazy. lol
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