Chapter 8
Yawning, Litt woke up in her new room. She had flown in the day before, and although
Lexington wasn't anything like Phoenix, she was impressed. The only thing that had put a
damper on her mood was the lecture that Mike had given her before she had left. What
Mr. Vargas had said held true: if she so much as breathed the wrong way, she'd be locked
up again. She didn't think it would be that big of a problem. She didn't have any contacts
there, so she couldn't get any drugs. And the place seemed pretty clean, so she didn't
think it'd be that easy to get into a fight with someone. So hopefully she was safe.
The family she was staying with was extremely nice. They were very involved
with church, and felt it was their personal obligation to change Litt around.
She was being allowed to stay home and get used to Lexington for a week, so that she
could recuperate. But next Monday she'd have to start school. She wasn't sure whether
that was a good thing or not. She hated not knowing anybody, and she didn't want to
make a bad first impression. Lying in bed, she figured that she'd act as sweet as possible,
start a whole new image. Although, depending on how people reacted to her, she didn't
know how long that would last.
Glancing over at the clock, she decided it was
time to make an appearance downstairs. It was ten 'o clock, and she was surprised she
had slept in that late. She changed her clothes, and walked gingerly down that stairs. She
felt extremely uncomfortable being in a strange place like that. It was a huge house, and
she couldn't believe that she was going to call it her home.
Walking into the
kitchen, she found Tracy leaning against the counter talking on the phone. They were an
all-American family, with a boy and a girl who did well in school, the father who
supported the family, and the loving mother and wife who stayed home and cooked. She
didn't do housework, however, the cleaning crew they hired did.
Tracy
motioned for her to sit down, and got off the phone. "Good morning, Litt. Did you sleep
well?"
Litt smiled. "Yeah, actually. Better than I thought I would."
"How do you like your eggs?" She was taken off guard by this question. She couldn't
remember the last time she had had a meal cooked for her. "Um, that's ok. You don't have
to do anything like that for me. I'll just get some cereal...if you've got some."
It
was Tracy's turn to be surprised. "Hun, relax. No daughter of mine is going to be so
independent. So let's try this again. How do you like your eggs?"
Litt smiled
faintly. She had actually called her her daughter. Litt didn't think that Tracy would ever
realize how much that meant to her. "Just scrambled is fine," she spoke softly.
While the pan was heating up, Tracy looked at her. "So, do you know what you want to
do once high school's over?"
Her eyes went wide, and a sheepish expression
formed on her face. "Actually, I've never really thought about it." It was true. Juggling her
father, her mother, Mike, and the other officers at the station, she couldn't even imagine
the future with everything that was going on in the present.
"You're seventeen
years old, and you've never thought about it?" Tracy was incredulous.
Litt
sighed. She didn't want to go into all the reasons why. "What has Mike told you about
me?"
"Not a whole lot. He said you needed an environment to start over in,
and we want to give it to you. Sorry, but he didn't tell us your background, we didn't want
to know. We figure that it's your personal business, and if you want to talk about it, you'll
be the one to tell us."
Litt looked at her gratefully, and kept her mouth shut.
She didn't want them to know what a bad person she was.
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