*working title (part one of quite a few)*
He tucked her into his bed. She hid under the covers, just barely peeking out from underneath. She watched him intently with a mixed look of fear and loneliness. He looked at her indifferently.
"Well," he said, "goodnight, I guess," and gave her an awkward pat on the head. "You can sleep in my bed for tonite." He left. She watched him leave. She wanted to ask him to stay, but she was afraid of what he might do to her. Auntie always told her not to ask people for anything. She said no one loved her, and that her existance was merely tolerated. When they offered to help her, they were just being polite.
...
He sat down at the kitchen table. "Son of ******** b***h," he thought, "What the hell am I supposed to do with her? I hate kids! I don't know the first thing about taking care of a four-year-old. I don't think she can even talk yet! She's not even my full sister. She/s just my b*****d half-sister from that whore my father left my mother for." He lit a cigarette. "God, that b***h aunt of hers has her so beaten she's afraid of her own damn shadow. How the hell did I get dragged into this?"
The day had been a vague blur for him. It had begun with a simple phone call around the crack of noon, rousing him from his slumber. He answered, "*yawn* Hello...?"
"Hello!" said a cheerful male voice from the other end of the, "Is this Justin Wilkerson?"
"No this is Jack Wilkerson," said Jack (whose name is definately not Justin and never was *shifty glances*).
"Are you sure?"
"...Yes."
"Could you check?"
"Oh yes of course. I would be delighted to, your magesty. Lemme grab my ******** driver's liscence! Oh look-y there! It says 'Jack Wilkerson' on it! How about that!" he sarcasticaly remarked.
"Well," said the man, "is this 555-5555?"
"Yes."
"Ok. Let me check with my supervisor." Silence. "Ok, he says I am looking for a Jack. Sorry! My bad!"
"Ok, so who is this?"
"Oh sorry! This is Steve Bobs, from Child Services! I'm calling about your half sister, Evangeline! Um, ok, according to our documents, she was supposed to live with you if anything happened to your father and step-mother. But when both of them died 4 years ago, you were still a senior in highschool, so she went to go live with her aunt," said Steve.
"Yes, I know, but what's this have to do with me now?"
"Well, you see, her aunt's just died. Suicide, we think. Anyway, now that she's dead, um, Evi doesn't have anyone to live with. So since you've most likely graduated from highschool by now, we thought..."
"That I'd take her in."
"Yes."
"..."
To be continued... at some point.
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