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Irene is going away this weekend so I'll have the house to myself. I have a feeling that I may need to take Nick out or invite him over for dinner or something this weekend. He's taking Irene having a boyfriend really hard. I have no idea how he'll handle knowing that our sister could possibly be falling in love. Maybe I should stock up my liquor cabinet before inviting him over. In fact, I think maybe I'll cook on Saturday night and see if all my siblings would like to come over. I'll even promise to cover the demon head if it really freaks them out that bad. The bunch of babies. At least Penn understands.
I've been debating calling Trick and seeing if he'd like to go out again. It seems kind of forward to ask him out, but he did show up at the hospital when I got hurt. I'd really like to go out with him and not have something horrible happen. It's not like I'm really shy, so maybe I will call him and see if he has plans this weekend.
I've been meaning to look at the house on Charleston street. It's for sale and it kind of reminds me of the house we lived in back home. The realtor gave me a key so I decided to stop in on my lunch break.
As soon as I unlock the door and step inside, I want to turn and run out. My head hurts and I have this sick feeling in my stomach. This house...it's like I've dreamed about this house before. The night I dreamed about Aidan...I swear I saw this house.
Isabella is screaming for us to call an ambulance. Oh God. Someone is hurt. I run up the stairs and end up in a hospital room. Nick looks so small with all the machines and Daddy is yelling. He's blaming Isabella for what happened and she doesn't tell him the truth. She doesn't tell him it was my fault. I didn't mean for it to happen! I only looked away for a second...
"It was your fault." Eric's voice is so cold. "I always knew it was you, but I couldn't prove it. You let Isabella be sent away and we got stuck with you."
"Eric..."
"Shut the hell up, Ingrid." India glares at me. "We know, okay? Did you really think we'd never find out that you nearly killed Nicky and let Isabella take the blame for it? You're such a bitch. It should have been you that got sent away."
"Ingrid?" Irene asks, her voice is so soft and she's been crying. "Is it true? Were you the one who let Nick get hurt? Was it really your fault?"
"Irene, I was so scared and I didn't mean for it to happen..." I'm trying to explain, but they all are just looking at me with such hate and disgust. I knew it would come out. I knew one day they'd find out the truth, but it still hurts. If only they could understand that it was...
"An accident? I was a little kid, Ingrid. All you had to do was watch me and you let me nearly drown. I was dead. If Isabella hadn't known to do CPR, I wouldn't be here. Yet, she got banished and all this time, I've had to watch you live her life." Nick shakes his head and points to the door. "Get out. None of us want you. Get out and don't come back."
I run for the door, sobbing so hard that I trip on the last couple of stairs and fall. I'm not hurt bad and when I finally make it outside, I can finally breathe.
Damn. My lunch hour is almost up and I wanted to look inside that house. I guess I'll have to come back later. I don't remember falling down. Why is my leg bruised? I think I need some coffee to wake up.
I've been debating calling Trick and seeing if he'd like to go out again. It seems kind of forward to ask him out, but he did show up at the hospital when I got hurt. I'd really like to go out with him and not have something horrible happen. It's not like I'm really shy, so maybe I will call him and see if he has plans this weekend.
I've been meaning to look at the house on Charleston street. It's for sale and it kind of reminds me of the house we lived in back home. The realtor gave me a key so I decided to stop in on my lunch break.
As soon as I unlock the door and step inside, I want to turn and run out. My head hurts and I have this sick feeling in my stomach. This house...it's like I've dreamed about this house before. The night I dreamed about Aidan...I swear I saw this house.
Isabella is screaming for us to call an ambulance. Oh God. Someone is hurt. I run up the stairs and end up in a hospital room. Nick looks so small with all the machines and Daddy is yelling. He's blaming Isabella for what happened and she doesn't tell him the truth. She doesn't tell him it was my fault. I didn't mean for it to happen! I only looked away for a second...
"It was your fault." Eric's voice is so cold. "I always knew it was you, but I couldn't prove it. You let Isabella be sent away and we got stuck with you."
"Eric..."
"Shut the hell up, Ingrid." India glares at me. "We know, okay? Did you really think we'd never find out that you nearly killed Nicky and let Isabella take the blame for it? You're such a bitch. It should have been you that got sent away."
"Ingrid?" Irene asks, her voice is so soft and she's been crying. "Is it true? Were you the one who let Nick get hurt? Was it really your fault?"
"Irene, I was so scared and I didn't mean for it to happen..." I'm trying to explain, but they all are just looking at me with such hate and disgust. I knew it would come out. I knew one day they'd find out the truth, but it still hurts. If only they could understand that it was...
"An accident? I was a little kid, Ingrid. All you had to do was watch me and you let me nearly drown. I was dead. If Isabella hadn't known to do CPR, I wouldn't be here. Yet, she got banished and all this time, I've had to watch you live her life." Nick shakes his head and points to the door. "Get out. None of us want you. Get out and don't come back."
I run for the door, sobbing so hard that I trip on the last couple of stairs and fall. I'm not hurt bad and when I finally make it outside, I can finally breathe.
Damn. My lunch hour is almost up and I wanted to look inside that house. I guess I'll have to come back later. I don't remember falling down. Why is my leg bruised? I think I need some coffee to wake up.