"Somewhere Not Over the Rainbow" - Part 5
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So that means you get part 5 of "Somewhere Not Over the Rainbow"!
Other chapters can be found here. (Somewhere... maybe)
Emily sat on the porch mending Hank's overalls and enjoying the warmth. The weather had turned last week and soon there would be snow. Emily could only hope that the difficultly of getting around during the Kansas winter would keep DG home a little more. Why, over the summer it was like DG wasn't even living there; she had spent every waking hour with David. And Emily didn't even want to consider the non-waking hours.
The wind was picking up, so Emily gathered up her things. She stood up just as Hank and Wyatt walked over.
“Did you men manage to get everything in?” she asked.
Wyatt nodded his head. “It's all in.”
“And just in time.” Hank added. “There's a storm coming.”
The two men walked into the house to wash up, but Emily turned and looked to the sky. She could only hope that the storm wouldn't be too late.
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Wyatt was half-sleeping, half-watching TV when the screen door slammed.
“Shhhhhh!” A very loud whisper came from the hall. “Can't wake up my 'rents.”
Cain walked over to see a very drunk DG being helped into the house by her friend, Heather. He looked from one girl to the other for an answer as to what was going on. Heather just pushed DG towards him. “I need a rag, she puked in my car.”
Cain looked down at the girl who was slowly sliding down his chest. “Hi, Cain.” she said, then her legs gave out completely. Wyatt caught her before she did a face plant into the floor. “Let's get you sitting down.” he said as he led her to the sofa.
DG sank into the sofa, then sort of drifted to the left until gravity won and she fell onto her side.
Cain shook his head at the sight. “What the hell did you get into tonight, kid?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, but DG answered anyway.
“David, urmpha grraag blaapt, fucking durr sherpht nomra.”
Okay, so most of what she was saying was blocked by the way her face was smushed by the cushion, but Wyatt had heard 'David' and that was enough. Something that boy had done got DG upset enough to get falling down drunk.
As Wyatt sat on the coffee table and took off her shoes, he could hear DG singing something into the sofa. “Ah, ahhill urbide.”
Wyatt spread a blanket over the drunk girl. “I'll see ya' in the morning, kid.”
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DG woke up to a mouthful of fuzz, literally.
“Good mornin', Sunshine!”
DG winced at the volume of Wyatt's voice. Why was he yelling at her? And why was he in her room?
DG cracked one eye open and saw Wyatt sitting on the coffee table. Well, that explained the room question.
“Why...” she croaked.
Wyatt held out a glass of water.
She took a long gulp and started over.
“Why am I on the sofa?”
Wyatt held out two aspirins, “You were to drunk to stand.”
Ah!
DG swallowed the aspirin. “Why are you doing this?”
Wyatt took the empty glass from her hand. “'Cus I don't want to hear you bitch about your head hurting.”
“No, I mean why are you doing this and not my mom?”
“Wow, that bad?” He chuckled.
“What?”
Wyatt looked at her for a minute. “Your parents have been planning this trip for three months.”
Her parents twenty-fifth anniversary! They had gone to Wichita and DG had planned to spend the weekend with David. But then the ass had dumped her and she had ended up at Heather's house, where Heather's brother had brought them booze. And now Wyatt was being forced to deal with her hangover
Even though it hurt, DG laughed.
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She was laughing; that's a good sign.
Wyatt put some bread in to toast, then grabbed two mugs from the cupboard.
“I'd never thought that brushing your teeth could feel so good.” DG said as she sat down at the table.
Wyatt put a mug of coffee and the dry toast in front of her, then grabbed his own mug and sat down across from her.
“So, what happened last night?” he asked. “You tried to tell me, but your mouth was kind of full of sofa.”
DG just shot him a look over the rim of her mug.
“Then you started to sing.”
“Oh, god!” DG let her head fall to the table.
Was it bad that he was enjoying this? “The only thing I could make out was 'David' and a bunch of swear words.”
The table was much better at bouncing DG's words back to him then the sofa had been. “He dumped me.”
Wyatt had guessed as much.
“I can't believe I slept with him!”
What! Wyatt couldn't believe she had slept with him either. She wasn't old enough to be doing that! She was only twenty. Twenty? Aw hell, she was two years older then Adora was when they got married. When had that happened?
Also, review are like gold! Really! Even if all you say is "Read it" I'll be happy.
So that means you get part 5 of "Somewhere Not Over the Rainbow"!
Other chapters can be found here. (Somewhere... maybe)
Emily sat on the porch mending Hank's overalls and enjoying the warmth. The weather had turned last week and soon there would be snow. Emily could only hope that the difficultly of getting around during the Kansas winter would keep DG home a little more. Why, over the summer it was like DG wasn't even living there; she had spent every waking hour with David. And Emily didn't even want to consider the non-waking hours.
The wind was picking up, so Emily gathered up her things. She stood up just as Hank and Wyatt walked over.
“Did you men manage to get everything in?” she asked.
Wyatt nodded his head. “It's all in.”
“And just in time.” Hank added. “There's a storm coming.”
The two men walked into the house to wash up, but Emily turned and looked to the sky. She could only hope that the storm wouldn't be too late.
___________________________________________________________________________________
Wyatt was half-sleeping, half-watching TV when the screen door slammed.
“Shhhhhh!” A very loud whisper came from the hall. “Can't wake up my 'rents.”
Cain walked over to see a very drunk DG being helped into the house by her friend, Heather. He looked from one girl to the other for an answer as to what was going on. Heather just pushed DG towards him. “I need a rag, she puked in my car.”
Cain looked down at the girl who was slowly sliding down his chest. “Hi, Cain.” she said, then her legs gave out completely. Wyatt caught her before she did a face plant into the floor. “Let's get you sitting down.” he said as he led her to the sofa.
DG sank into the sofa, then sort of drifted to the left until gravity won and she fell onto her side.
Cain shook his head at the sight. “What the hell did you get into tonight, kid?” It was mostly a rhetorical question, but DG answered anyway.
“David, urmpha grraag blaapt, fucking durr sherpht nomra.”
Okay, so most of what she was saying was blocked by the way her face was smushed by the cushion, but Wyatt had heard 'David' and that was enough. Something that boy had done got DG upset enough to get falling down drunk.
As Wyatt sat on the coffee table and took off her shoes, he could hear DG singing something into the sofa. “Ah, ahhill urbide.”
Wyatt spread a blanket over the drunk girl. “I'll see ya' in the morning, kid.”
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DG woke up to a mouthful of fuzz, literally.
“Good mornin', Sunshine!”
DG winced at the volume of Wyatt's voice. Why was he yelling at her? And why was he in her room?
DG cracked one eye open and saw Wyatt sitting on the coffee table. Well, that explained the room question.
“Why...” she croaked.
Wyatt held out a glass of water.
She took a long gulp and started over.
“Why am I on the sofa?”
Wyatt held out two aspirins, “You were to drunk to stand.”
Ah!
DG swallowed the aspirin. “Why are you doing this?”
Wyatt took the empty glass from her hand. “'Cus I don't want to hear you bitch about your head hurting.”
“No, I mean why are you doing this and not my mom?”
“Wow, that bad?” He chuckled.
“What?”
Wyatt looked at her for a minute. “Your parents have been planning this trip for three months.”
Her parents twenty-fifth anniversary! They had gone to Wichita and DG had planned to spend the weekend with David. But then the ass had dumped her and she had ended up at Heather's house, where Heather's brother had brought them booze. And now Wyatt was being forced to deal with her hangover
Even though it hurt, DG laughed.
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She was laughing; that's a good sign.
Wyatt put some bread in to toast, then grabbed two mugs from the cupboard.
“I'd never thought that brushing your teeth could feel so good.” DG said as she sat down at the table.
Wyatt put a mug of coffee and the dry toast in front of her, then grabbed his own mug and sat down across from her.
“So, what happened last night?” he asked. “You tried to tell me, but your mouth was kind of full of sofa.”
DG just shot him a look over the rim of her mug.
“Then you started to sing.”
“Oh, god!” DG let her head fall to the table.
Was it bad that he was enjoying this? “The only thing I could make out was 'David' and a bunch of swear words.”
The table was much better at bouncing DG's words back to him then the sofa had been. “He dumped me.”
Wyatt had guessed as much.
“I can't believe I slept with him!”
What! Wyatt couldn't believe she had slept with him either. She wasn't old enough to be doing that! She was only twenty. Twenty? Aw hell, she was two years older then Adora was when they got married. When had that happened?
Also, review are like gold! Really! Even if all you say is "Read it" I'll be happy.