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The What Ifs-Connor and Stacey

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The What Ifs-Connor and Stacey


"Smile honey!" A familiar voice calls from behind me.
"Daddy!" I wail, spinning around to face the speaker.
"Mariah?" A cold voice cuts in, and a cold boney hand grips my shoulder.
"No." I murmer sadly, knowing I'd imagined the voice and staring down at my adias tennis shoes. "I'm Stacey. Mariah was my baby sister."
"Do you remember what happened?" The female social worker wearing a dull gray pant suit asks, realeasing my shoulder.
"No. I have no idea what you're talking about." I murmer, tears stinging my eyes.
Thunder rumbles above me, the sky darkening and the rain starting to pour down.
"Alright. Do you know where we're sending you?" She asks.
"Freemont manson." I murmer, looking up at the sky and greeting the rain sadly.
"Yes. Well, good luck." She mutters, handing me my pink backpack and opening the side door of a yellow taxi for me. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss."
I nod then slide into the car and buckle up. The graying old male driver glances back at me through the rearview mirror then starts to drive. I stare blankly out the window, watching the rain create water ripplets on the window. After a hour drive, the taxi stops infront of a very crowded looking airport.
I reach into the pocket of my knee length gold peasent skirt and pull out my passport and airfare ticket then get out of the car. I watch it speed away then head into the airport. I go to the reception desk and show the lady my ticket and pass then she ushers me onto flight AAE77-9 due Freemont. I sit down in seat A-1 first class and buckle up, staring out at the other boarding passengers.
A guy who looks to be my age (14) or maybe a little older with shaggy dirty blonde hair wearing a black blazer with a black muscle shirt underneath, faded flair jeans, and black etinees catches my eye as he comes up the aisle tword me trying to find his seat. I watch him pass by but then he turns around and sits next to me.
His passport flutters to the floor as he buckles up and leans back, closing his eyes and stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Uh, you dropped this." I murmer shyly, picking it up and handing it to him.
His eyes snap open and he looks at me, his eyes cool blue and severe. He takes the passport without looking away from me. I blush then drop my gaze to the floor. The plane lifts off and after 10 minutes I take my paperback copy of "Maximum Ride:Angel Experiment" out of my bag and opening it. I feel him still looking at me and try to ignore it.
I start reading and forget all about him for a while. After reading about 5 pages I feel someone place their hand carefully on my knee. I glance at the hand, so smooth and pale then follow it up to the wrist then the elbow and up to the owner of the hand. I gasp and drop my book on my lap.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." He murmers, his voice low, steady, and calm. "It's just. I happened to notice that we're both going to Freemont manor."
I glance down and notice that my diary had fallen to the floor. I blush and pick it up then put it and my book in my bag.
"Yeah." I whisper, tucking a glossy sheet of creamy brown hair behind my ear and blushing. "I don't know what happened. They told me that it was a gas leak."
"I'm Connor Trep. I'm 16." He says, smiling kindly.
"Stacey...I don't remember...oh, Bren." I whisper, avoiding his eye.
"I know." He murmers. "I don't have parents either. They abandoned me at birth. I grew up living in the Loshdon Police Department."
"Oh. I-I wasn't. I-I'm 14. From well...Bridgeport." I whisper, looking out the window.
Soon the plane lands and Connor and I pile into a yellow taxi cab, heading to the train that would carry us to Freemont. Once at the trainstation Connor jumps out and holds the door for me. I climb out and shut the door then stare at the pavement.
"Come on. You'll be okay." Connor murmbers, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb, staring kindly at me.
"No I won't." I mutter, tears slowly cascading down my cheeks. "No I won't."
"Look at me." He coos, taking both my hands in his. "I will protect you always. I know it sounds weird since we just met and all but you have to believe me. There's more to me than what meets the eye."
I meet his eye, my tears stopping. My heart thuds painfully in my chest. I nod then he leads me onto the train, selecting seats in the back away from most of the other passengers. I sit by the window, folding my hands in my lap and gazing out the window, watching the foresty landscape flash by. I hear Connor whisper my name, sitting next to me, but I try to tune him out but then he squeezes my hand and I meet his eye.
"I think that I love you." He murmers, his expression unreadable. He lifts my hand to brush his cool smooth cheek. "It's sounds so odd saying it out loud. I don't even know why. But holding your hand, it sends bolts of firey current up through my veins. I don't know how to explain it."
The train whistle sounds before I can respond and the train slows to a stop. I quickly take my hand from his and climb off the car, only stoping to wait once I get out to the front of the dim station. He strides tword me, his hair blowing in an invisible night breeze and his eyes sparkling.
"We have to walk from here." He muses, pointing up at a palace looking home atop a grassy hill. "It's not that far but the sun is setting so we must hurry before nightfall." He takes my hand and grins down at me, causing my heart to skip a beat.
We walk up the hill in silence but once we arrive at the front door he grabs my other hand and pulls me behind a rock pillar. He glances around then his expression turns serious, to serious for a guy his age.
"Stacey. I don't know anything about Mr. Warmen but I do know one thing for certain. I've heard many rumors about this town and they're not good." He says severly, then glances around again. "I want to stay in my room. I have reason to believe that you're in grave danger if you leave my side. Understood?"
I hesitate, trying to make sense of what he was saying. The sun was nearly down and it cast an erie glow on his face. "What for?" I whisper uncomfortably but really wanting to remain by his side.
"Because. Please promise me you'll stay with me so I can protect you." He pulls me closer to him. I nod then glance down at my hands.
I whimper and try to pull them free but can't. "You're hurting me." I whine.
He glances down then releases me from his grip. "Come on then. Let's get inside before you catch cold."
He pulls me infront of the large wooden double door and rings the doorbell, slinging his arm loosly but protectivly around my skinny waist. The porch lights come on and an elderly butlor opens the door and ushers us in. The interior of the house was black marble. The tiled floors, the spiraling grand staircase. A sparkling silver chandelier hung high above our heads and there was an open door way leading into a cozy den/study on my left and a closed door on my right,the staircase spiraling infront of me.
"Remove your shoes please and follow me." the butler says, glacing at me with distaste.
I slip my shoes off and follow, Connor close beside me. The butler leads us up the staircase to the third floor. I look around me, unable to speak.
There was a kitchen and a study, a laundry room, master bathroom and three master bedrooms. Everything was white except for the one bedroom that was purple.
"This is where you two will be staying. A maid will be up every Friday for cleaning. You may go where ever you like except the west wing. The gates lock at 12:00 A.M. every day but Sunday. On Sundays you will attend church and return here. Understood?" The butlor asks strictly.
We nod and the butlor decends down the stairs leaving me alone with Connor. I rub my arms uncomfortably then walk slowly to the master bathroom then glance back at Connor who didn't move.
"I'm going to shower off. Uhm, can you check the bedrooms and see if there are any clothes or anything for me to wear when I'm finished please?" I ask shyly, trying to get used to having him around.
"Wait." He says suddenly. He grabs my wrist and pulls me into the purple room and flicks the light on. He releases me and goes over to the wardrobe in the corner and takes out a pair of soft pink silk pj pants and a white cotton tee. He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a pair of dainty white briefs then hands the outfit to me. "Okay."
He leads me into the bathroom and starts the shower up then sits down on the edge of the solid gold whirlpool, watching me intensly.
I set the pajammas down next to the sink then set my bag down on the floor. I pause, thinking he would leave but he doesn't. "Uhm...Are you going to leave the room while I undress and all?"
"No." He says calmly, tossing me a fluffy purple towel. "But I'll close my eyes untill you're in if you like."
"Uh, okay." I whisper then turn my back to him and undress. "Are your eyes closed?"
"Yes." He murmers, sounding distant.
I hurry into the shower and pull the shower curtain shut. "Okay. I'm in."
I take a quick shower then turn off the water. I peek my head out of the shower to find him standing there holding the towel out to me. I smile shyly and take it and wrap it around my body and step out.
"You look refreshed." He murmers, picking a brush out of a drawer by the sink. "Once you're dressed I'll braid your hair if you like."
"My mom used to do that for me when I was little." I whisper, dressing with my back to him.
"Come here." I glance around the bathroom then realize he was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, patting a slightly smaller stool in front of him.
I walk to the kitchen and sit with my back to him. He gently brushes my hair and braides it. When he finishes, I turn to him. "I don't mean to sound rude or anything...but...I don't think I'd feel comfortably sharing a room with you. I don't really know you."
"I knew it." He says, his eyes dulling. He stands up and wanders aroud the island and pounds his fist on the smooth white marble counter top. "They told me never to come. But I felt I had to protect you! Now you hate me!" His tone is sharp and furious and he turns away from me.
"What are you talking about?" I murmer, getting up and cautiously touching his shoulder.
He swings around and grabs both my wrists in one hand, the veins in his neck popping. "You! You're legacy! Your parents were magic! You are too! You have a destiny! You're in danger! I was instructed by the M.Ck. King to protect you at all costs. But my fellow protectors said you'd just block me out." His anger fades and it returns.



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