However, now that I got a new laptop in school, I’ll update whenever I come up with something.
t'll go slow though, cause I’ve got tons and lots and lots of tons of work to do..
Second, the ending of the latest update was written when I was high on horror movies and sugar, so it’s pretty dumb seeing as I couldn’t come up with anything else. However, I managed to scribble something together to steer away from the weirdness. I think.
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Chapter 9 - Enemies, Friends and Family.
Previously: ”T-there's a letter, and a f-f-finger in the envelope. He's coming for me!”
Tara was numb. All she could feel was a big ball of nothing in her stomach. And it hurt.
She was crying, she could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t choose to cry, the tears came. And she didn’t feel anything.
She just knew was that soon she’d be back with her father and brother, and all she’d done would have been for nothing.
It was frustrating to watch the police officers and FBI agents to go around her appartement, with no clue of what they were doing.
She was wrapped in a blanket, Tara had no idea why though. It must be a security thing, she though.
Tara knew why there was a finger in the envelope. It reminded her of something, and they knew it.
Tara had been a very childish girl, playing with dolls until she was eleven, when daddy threw all her toys out.
She’d loved to surround her with stuffed animals, princesses and dolls just to get away from the harsh reality. When she didn’t have her toys, all she had was her diary, which she would fill with cute stories about kittens, half camels and witches.
She remembered that Donnie used to cut the fingers of her dolls and make it an amusing game for him and his friends to watch her cry out of sadness and fear. He sometimes even read her diary out lout to them.
Everyone thought Daddy made Donnie into the monster he is, but he didn’t. Donnie was worse from the start.
And now, she had them both chasing after her.
Willow. If they had been watching her, it was a good chance they knew Tara was at least the redheads friend.
And friends isn’t something that ugly trash has. They belong locked up in an empty room doing what they should. Waiting for nothing.
Willow was in danger if they knew who she was. And Tara couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if they’d lay a finger on her girl.
Completely unexpectedly, Tara found herself wrapped in the arms of her gorgeous girlfriend. But she was gonna break up with her, for sure.
”Tara? Tara baby? Answer me, please!” The redhead said, choking on tears.
”I-I-I..” Tara stuttered. ”I’m s-so s-sorry”
”What?” Willow asked sadly. ”No. You’re not going to be sorry for something that was done to you.” She said, her resolve face on.
The redhead looked at the crushed blonde, she looked so weak, so insecure. All she could do was hold her.
”You, y-you’re n-not-” Tara began, slightly confused.
”What?” Willow asked softly.
”Y-you’re not b-breaking up with me?” Tara said, suprise filling her voice. She could feel everything now, and it hurt. God how it hurt.
”Oh my, of course I’m not Tara. Why would I do that? I can’t imagine a world without having you around.” She said, causing Tara so smile a little.
”T-thank you.” The blonde said, shivering.
”I f you mind, I’d like to speak to Miss Maclay in private.” Said one of the investigators that were there. When the FBI’d heard about the finger, LAPD had nothing there to do anymore.
”Of course.” Willow said, not really wanting to let go of her girlfriend’s hand, but forcing herself to do it anyway. They shared quick glance as Willow let go of the blondes hand and went to talk to the other officers.
”So, Tara. Do you have any idea who the letter was from?” The officer asked, focusing on getting eye contact.
”Y-y-yes.” The blonde stammered sadly.
”Could you tell me who it’s from?” He asked kindly, the fear in her eyes reminding him of the kids at the center for abused children.
”It’s f-f-from my F-father.”
Eli Daniels gulped. Never in his fifteen year long career he had met someone with such a sick excuse for a father. Unless you counted his own.
”Okay, good Tara. Do you have any idea why he would send you this?”
This was hard enough for him, but actually having to ask someone these questions, someone that had obviously been through a lot, was awful.. ‘Why would anyone send you this?’ he mused. ‘Because it’s a nice gift’ he thought sarcasticlly.
”He wants me to go back.”
’He wants me to back’ Eli heard her say in the back of his head.
”Go back where?”
”H-home.” Tara stuttered. She felt so little, so small and pathetic and all she wanted to do was crawl up in a corner and cease to exist.
But this was real life, and you couldn’t just stop existing. She tried to straighten herself up, and gave him a half hearted answer.
Willow, had seen the finger. It was gross, but it made her realize something. The red nail polish that the finger had, was the same color and design that Melissa had worn the day she died.
”Hey Sherlock!” Willow shouted at one of the investigators that she had known a long time.
”What?” The british man answered shortly, annoying and being annoyed by the redhead had become a game of some sort. He didn’t like the LAPD and she didn’t like the FBI. (Or, at least they didn't like each other)
”Sherlock! I need you to do a DNA sample of the finger and the Melissa case.”
”In case you didn’t notice, she had all her fingers, you saw the news report, am I right?”
”It’s standard for the fes to withdraw information. Also, the cast never showed anything but pictures of her face.”
”Miss Rosenberg, the LAPD really don’t have anything to do here, but fine. You’ll owe me one.”
”Gee, it’ll help the investigation.” Willow sighed.
When she was trained to be a cop, Wesley Wyndam-Price A.K.A Sherlock had been the nerdy suck-up with glasses.(Now a days one of the top field agents in the states)
He came from a long line of british agents, and his father had sent him there to get rid of his rebellious behavior. (Having an opinion of his own) All the other Wyndam’s were specially trained, but not him.
Wesley had gotten his name for his creepy Sherlock Holmes collection and knowledge of it, and also because he quoted Sherlock holmes nearly all the time.
The redheaded cop smirked as she watched him talk to a bunch of other people.
”Oh, the fun just keeps on leaving.” She mumbled. She sighed as her phone rang.
When she saw who it was, she realized something.
”Mama?” A young girl said.
”Hi Jessie, sorry I haven’t picked up you yet.” Willow said, her voice low in shame.
”It’s okay. It’s just seven o’clock you know.” The girl pointed out.
”Okay baby girl.”
”Maama,” Jessie said in a singsong voice. ”Don’t call me that, turning nine tomorrow, remember?” She said, before worriedly adding ”You haven’t forgotten, right?”
”Of course not. I would never forget the most important day in your life.”
”Good.”
”You’ve done all of your homework, right?”
”Yup, it was really, really easy. And, I gave all the invitations for my birthday party to everyone in my class today, and almost everyone could come!” The girl squealed happily.
"That's great sweetie!"
”Soooooo, mama, whatcha doing?”
”I’m working, sort of. I’ll be there to pick you up in half an hour, I just have to sort some things out.” Willow said.
”Okay mama, Nathie, Kate and I are gonna play Jenga now, bye!” Jessie said happily.
”Okay, bye sweetie.” The redhead said. She ended the call as her eyes drifted off to find Tara.
It was fifteen minutes later when the police officers had finally begun to leave that she found the blonde sitting on a kitchen chair. ”Hi Willow.” Tara shyly said looking up from her cup of coffeé.
”Hi. How are you doing?” The redhead asked, smiling at Tara.
”I don’t know. C-confused I guess.” She answered, looking straight in to gorgeus green eyes.
”I get that.” Willow slid her arms around Tara, wanting to comfort her in every possible way.
”Why do you like me?” Tara blurted out. She hadn’t planned on asking it, but she did.
Willow took a seat next to Tara and grabbed her hands. ”Tara, I’ve known you for like a month, and we got together kind of quick, and I know this is gonna sound like some cheesy thing that teens write to each other on facebook, but it’s true.” The redhead begun her infamous but lovable babble.
”It just took a second for me to se that you were especial, and a minute to see that you were the kindest and most amazing person in the world. And you ask me why I like you. Here’s why.” Willow smiled at her girlfriend. ”You. Are. Amazing.” She finished between kisses.
A warm tear rolled down Tara’s cheek. Cheesy or not, Willow liked her. She could see it in her eyes. She closed her eyes for a second before saying. ”Thank you Willow. For everything. And amazing doesn’t even describe what i think you are.”
Willow smiled at Tara, ”It means a lot coming from you, ooh, and you didn’t even stutter once ” She said, before realising Tara might be offended. Lyckily, she wasnt.
Tara just smiled and brushed her thumb over Willow’s. ”My heart doesn’t stutter.”
The redhead leaned in and brushed her lips against Tara’s. They parted after a few seconds with a reasonably loud ‘pop’.
They both jumped when they heard someone saying. ”Finally, the smooch fest ends.”
”Shit! Faith, you scared the crap outta me!” Willow said, obviously startled and suprised to find the singer standing in Tara’s kitchen.
”Chill, Red. I heard from B about T, so I came up to check on her.”
”I’m okay Faith, r-really.” Tara said.
”You’re kidding me, right? If my folks’d be here, well, I’d run for my life, cause they’re both dead, but if they weren’t, I’d be pretty shaken up.”
Willow smiled, but then saw what time it was. ”Tara, I’m really, really sorry, but I have to go. Jessie is waiting for me at Kates.”
”It’s okay.” Tara smiled kindly.
The redhead reached in for a loving hug. ”I’ll see you tomorrow?”
”Okay.” Smiled Tara. Faith groaned quietly at their lovey-dovey stuff.
”Bye.”
”Bye” Willow said, walking out of the kitchen. She couldn’t wait for her daughters birthday tomorrow.
TBC
Soooo, watcha think? Is this fix worth continuing?
liked the cake baking and clothing discussion with Kate and Nathie - fun!
What you wrote was scary, it worked. Donny is beyond creepy and horrible, he's utterly sick and vile!!! 
And deserves 
<=that and worse! The idea of Tara curled up and terrified like that was upsetting.
I have SO been there with struggling on assembly stuff!
