phoenix shotgun 47
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undercover_spy
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It feels good to be posting again, lol. Thanks to Catpin and derevkointraining for updating for me while I was away. The next one will probably be on Sunday at the earliest because I'm not really home tomorrow. I might not be updating as regulary as I did before, thoough. Anywho, I'll stop rambling. Here' s the chapter!
Chapter 19
The next morning Nadia and I sat across from each other at the breakfast table, as far away as humanly possible. Every once in a while I saw her look up at me, but I ignored the glances. It was almost as if she wanted to say something, but was refraining from doing so. I couldn’t imagine what, though.
At one point I lifted my head to meet her gaze, but she looked right back down when she saw that I was staring at her.
What was wrong? Was she hiding something? I looked at her closely as she swallowed her cereal quickly, and poured herself another bowl.
It was like all the hard edges of Nadia had somehow melted, presenting a softer side that I had never seen before. Her eyes seemed innocent and empty; a feeling that I was quite accustomed to.
She didn’t look up once as she finished her breakfast and dashed out of the room, almost tripping on her way out.
Nadia was as graceful as a swan, never tripped, never rushed, and never seemed nervous around me. Something was up with her this time; not me.
~*~*~*
That night I sat in my room, randomly writing thoughts down in my journal, trying to pass some time.
The soft knock at my door was a surprise from the tranquility of my room. I wasn’t used to someone coming to my room to talk to me. It wasn’t something we did in the Bristow household. The only time any sort of communication went on in this house was when it was absolutely necessary or the odd time when someone would start up a conversation during dinner.
“Come in,” I said, unsurely. I closed the journal and placed it in my lap. My mother appeared in the doorway. I was stunned. She rarely ever made visits to my room, unless there was some major reason or event that she needed to discuss with me. I couldn’t think of one at that moment.
She walked into the middle room, and stood there simply looking around at her surroundings. She didn’t say a word. Her eyes scanned the bare, purple walls, the neat row of books in the corner, the orderly desk piled high with textbooks and paper, and in the corner the row of toy dolls that she had given to me as a little girl, which I cherished to this day. They were the only thing I had left to remind me of the happier times.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her as she stood there observing, so I sat helplessly on my bed, stroking the spin of my journal.
She looked curious, like if she looked close enough somehow she would be able to see into my world- through the bare walls and organized shelves. She traced the wood baseboard of my bed with her slim fingers. Every inch of her was trying to absorb the peace of my room.
She was so close to me now I could smell the tropical scent of her shampoo, but I unfortunately had no idea what I was supposed to say or do.
She sat on the edge of my bed, causing it to sink slightly with her weight. I was almost scared, while she sat there. When was the last time my mother ever sat on the edge of my bed? She was silent, which made me even more nervous about the situation. I had done nothing wrong. I had no reason to be unsettled.
“Mom?” I said, questionably, attempting to get her to say something. The silence was the loudest thing in the room.
She turned her head slowly towards me, as if she had forgotten I was even there. She still didn’t speak, but instead just looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
She tucked a piece of her long, slightly graying, brown hair, behind her ear; a clear gesture of all three Bristow women.
“I haven’t been here in ages,” she told me, looking around the large room once again.
She sounded almost regretful, with a slight sigh in her sad voice. I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t used to this openness of my mother. Usually she would shut her emotions behind a closed door and throw away the key. Now she was opening them up for me, and only for me.
“It’s been a while,” I agreed with her, using the statement as a double meaning between us.
She turned quickly towards me, picking up on what I meant. She stared into my eyes for a moment, almost pleading with me to forgive her for everything.
“You remind me so much of myself, Sydney,” she whispered, tucking a piece of my own hair behind my ear .Her unfamiliar touch was soothing.
We were nothing alike. I wanted to ask why she thought so, but decided it would be safer if I let her elaborate if she wanted.
At first she didn’t continue on with the conversation, but surprisingly her mouth opened once more.
She turned away from me again, and looked down at the floor, observing her feet.
“Things used to be good. We used to be happy. I know we’re not now, even when we put up this façade. People don’t see through it; I try not to, but I do. You do. Your father does. Your sister does. We all do. We’re not a happy family anymore.”
I was very surprised to hear my mother’s words being cut off because of the tears that were now rolling down her face. The last time I had seen her cry was Aunt Katya’s funeral. The sincerity and honesty of her words were almost refreshing in a sense.
“Sometimes I don’t know what happened to all of us, and then I remember everything come flooding back in a rush of truth and misery.”
“Irina, honey, I’m so sorry,” a man whispered, trying to comfort his tear stricken wife.
“Get away from me!” she screamed, pushing the man back from her, seeking solitude.
She crumpled to the ground, defeated- no longer wanting to face the world without her best friend- her sister. She continued to choke on her own tears. She pleaded with the world to stop the misery, but she knew it wouldn’t happen. She leaned up against the cold fridge, and from that moment on the woman seemed to absorb that coldness into her. Not letting go for the likes of anybody; carrying around the icy burden of losing a loved one. No one could thaw that frosty, iciness anymore.
A young girl watched the scene play out in front of her young eyes. She too had tears on her cheeks. She didn’t understand what was happening to her family- her happy family. Although, she may have not understood what was going on at the time, she knew from that day on everything would be different for them.
“I’m sorry, mom,” I said.
She blinked a couple times. The buriers went back up. She brushed away the tears quickly. I could tell she was slightly disgusted with herself for opening up the painful doors to the past, something that she obviously didn’t want to do.
“It’s nothing. Silly of me to bring it up,” she said with a wave of her hand.
I didn’t think it was silly at all.
She stood up, and looked around the room again, but this time not with the regretful eyes; with the judgmental ones I knew so well.
“Dust your book shelf, Sydney. It’s a mess!” she scolded me, as she strode over to the door, and closed it a little harder than necessary.
I could hear her walking down the hallway. I tired to hang on to the sound of her heels echoing and clicking on the floor. It was a comfort to know that my mother had come to me to discuss her pain, and I didn’t want to forget that feeling.
~*~*~*
That night I sat at my desk, trying to finish up some last minute homework.
“felgercarb,” I whispered, realizing I had forgotten my calculator downstairs on the kitchen table. I quickly pushed back my chair, and ran out of the room to grab it. In the process I almost collided with my sister. I reached out to grab her falling body. I pulled her back up, just before she could hit the ground. I wished I didn’t, though. It would have been nice to her being the one falling for once, as I stood over her and watched.
I steadied her with one head.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes downcast.
I looked at her curiously. Why was she hanging outside my bedroom door?
“Was there something you needed, Nadia?” I asked, tying to keep my bitterness and resentment towards her out of my voice.
“No,” she mumbled, turning around to leave.
I stood on the spot for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on with her.
I found a small piece of paper crumbled at my feet, obviously left there by Nadia. I unfolded it, and read the contents inside. It was scribbled in her small, curvy writing.
We all have secrets, Sydney.
~Andrea
Chapter 19
The next morning Nadia and I sat across from each other at the breakfast table, as far away as humanly possible. Every once in a while I saw her look up at me, but I ignored the glances. It was almost as if she wanted to say something, but was refraining from doing so. I couldn’t imagine what, though.
At one point I lifted my head to meet her gaze, but she looked right back down when she saw that I was staring at her.
What was wrong? Was she hiding something? I looked at her closely as she swallowed her cereal quickly, and poured herself another bowl.
It was like all the hard edges of Nadia had somehow melted, presenting a softer side that I had never seen before. Her eyes seemed innocent and empty; a feeling that I was quite accustomed to.
She didn’t look up once as she finished her breakfast and dashed out of the room, almost tripping on her way out.
Nadia was as graceful as a swan, never tripped, never rushed, and never seemed nervous around me. Something was up with her this time; not me.
~*~*~*
That night I sat in my room, randomly writing thoughts down in my journal, trying to pass some time.
The soft knock at my door was a surprise from the tranquility of my room. I wasn’t used to someone coming to my room to talk to me. It wasn’t something we did in the Bristow household. The only time any sort of communication went on in this house was when it was absolutely necessary or the odd time when someone would start up a conversation during dinner.
“Come in,” I said, unsurely. I closed the journal and placed it in my lap. My mother appeared in the doorway. I was stunned. She rarely ever made visits to my room, unless there was some major reason or event that she needed to discuss with me. I couldn’t think of one at that moment.
She walked into the middle room, and stood there simply looking around at her surroundings. She didn’t say a word. Her eyes scanned the bare, purple walls, the neat row of books in the corner, the orderly desk piled high with textbooks and paper, and in the corner the row of toy dolls that she had given to me as a little girl, which I cherished to this day. They were the only thing I had left to remind me of the happier times.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her as she stood there observing, so I sat helplessly on my bed, stroking the spin of my journal.
She looked curious, like if she looked close enough somehow she would be able to see into my world- through the bare walls and organized shelves. She traced the wood baseboard of my bed with her slim fingers. Every inch of her was trying to absorb the peace of my room.
She was so close to me now I could smell the tropical scent of her shampoo, but I unfortunately had no idea what I was supposed to say or do.
She sat on the edge of my bed, causing it to sink slightly with her weight. I was almost scared, while she sat there. When was the last time my mother ever sat on the edge of my bed? She was silent, which made me even more nervous about the situation. I had done nothing wrong. I had no reason to be unsettled.
“Mom?” I said, questionably, attempting to get her to say something. The silence was the loudest thing in the room.
She turned her head slowly towards me, as if she had forgotten I was even there. She still didn’t speak, but instead just looked deep into my eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned.
She tucked a piece of her long, slightly graying, brown hair, behind her ear; a clear gesture of all three Bristow women.
“I haven’t been here in ages,” she told me, looking around the large room once again.
She sounded almost regretful, with a slight sigh in her sad voice. I didn’t know how to respond. I wasn’t used to this openness of my mother. Usually she would shut her emotions behind a closed door and throw away the key. Now she was opening them up for me, and only for me.
“It’s been a while,” I agreed with her, using the statement as a double meaning between us.
She turned quickly towards me, picking up on what I meant. She stared into my eyes for a moment, almost pleading with me to forgive her for everything.
“You remind me so much of myself, Sydney,” she whispered, tucking a piece of my own hair behind my ear .Her unfamiliar touch was soothing.
We were nothing alike. I wanted to ask why she thought so, but decided it would be safer if I let her elaborate if she wanted.
At first she didn’t continue on with the conversation, but surprisingly her mouth opened once more.
She turned away from me again, and looked down at the floor, observing her feet.
“Things used to be good. We used to be happy. I know we’re not now, even when we put up this façade. People don’t see through it; I try not to, but I do. You do. Your father does. Your sister does. We all do. We’re not a happy family anymore.”
I was very surprised to hear my mother’s words being cut off because of the tears that were now rolling down her face. The last time I had seen her cry was Aunt Katya’s funeral. The sincerity and honesty of her words were almost refreshing in a sense.
“Sometimes I don’t know what happened to all of us, and then I remember everything come flooding back in a rush of truth and misery.”
“Irina, honey, I’m so sorry,” a man whispered, trying to comfort his tear stricken wife.
“Get away from me!” she screamed, pushing the man back from her, seeking solitude.
She crumpled to the ground, defeated- no longer wanting to face the world without her best friend- her sister. She continued to choke on her own tears. She pleaded with the world to stop the misery, but she knew it wouldn’t happen. She leaned up against the cold fridge, and from that moment on the woman seemed to absorb that coldness into her. Not letting go for the likes of anybody; carrying around the icy burden of losing a loved one. No one could thaw that frosty, iciness anymore.
A young girl watched the scene play out in front of her young eyes. She too had tears on her cheeks. She didn’t understand what was happening to her family- her happy family. Although, she may have not understood what was going on at the time, she knew from that day on everything would be different for them.
“I’m sorry, mom,” I said.
She blinked a couple times. The buriers went back up. She brushed away the tears quickly. I could tell she was slightly disgusted with herself for opening up the painful doors to the past, something that she obviously didn’t want to do.
“It’s nothing. Silly of me to bring it up,” she said with a wave of her hand.
I didn’t think it was silly at all.
She stood up, and looked around the room again, but this time not with the regretful eyes; with the judgmental ones I knew so well.
“Dust your book shelf, Sydney. It’s a mess!” she scolded me, as she strode over to the door, and closed it a little harder than necessary.
I could hear her walking down the hallway. I tired to hang on to the sound of her heels echoing and clicking on the floor. It was a comfort to know that my mother had come to me to discuss her pain, and I didn’t want to forget that feeling.
~*~*~*
That night I sat at my desk, trying to finish up some last minute homework.
“felgercarb,” I whispered, realizing I had forgotten my calculator downstairs on the kitchen table. I quickly pushed back my chair, and ran out of the room to grab it. In the process I almost collided with my sister. I reached out to grab her falling body. I pulled her back up, just before she could hit the ground. I wished I didn’t, though. It would have been nice to her being the one falling for once, as I stood over her and watched.
I steadied her with one head.
“Thanks,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes downcast.
I looked at her curiously. Why was she hanging outside my bedroom door?
“Was there something you needed, Nadia?” I asked, tying to keep my bitterness and resentment towards her out of my voice.
“No,” she mumbled, turning around to leave.
I stood on the spot for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on with her.
I found a small piece of paper crumbled at my feet, obviously left there by Nadia. I unfolded it, and read the contents inside. It was scribbled in her small, curvy writing.
We all have secrets, Sydney.
~Andrea
texasalias2004
Cadet
Great update. Can't wait to find out what the note meant.
thanks for the update
texasalias
thanks for the update
texasalias
6helterskelter6
Cadet
WHAT'S NADIA'S SECRET?!?!??!!I loved the moment between Sydney and her mother. It was needed. Her mother needed to come out of her shell a little.
~Anja
AliasSydney502
Cadet
WHAT THE HELL!?!?
NOOO!! KEEP GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOO!! KEEP GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
derevkointraining
Cadet
It was no prob for me to update... glad I could help. Hope I didn't screw up too badly
another fantastic chapter. i can't wait to find out what Nadia's secret is!!!! thanks for the PM
another fantastic chapter. i can't wait to find out what Nadia's secret is!!!! thanks for the PM
phoenix shotgun 47
Cadet
great chapter.
hm... i wonder what nadia's secret is...
thanks for the pm.
can't wait for more.
~Kay
hm... i wonder what nadia's secret is...
thanks for the pm.
can't wait for more.
~Kay
vaughn4eva24
Cadet
hm
onder:
cant wait for next update thanks for the pm
i wonder what nadia's secret is
onder: cant wait for next update thanks for the pm
iheartvaughn
Cadet
"We all have secrets..." That's mysterious. I wonder what Nadia's hiding. Maybe she's dating Eric just like Syd's going out with Vaughn?
fieldstation
Cadet
hmm... i wonder what it's all about...
irina and nadia's strange behaviour...onder:
irina and nadia's strange behaviour...
onder:sydneymicheal
Cadet
Maybe there is still hope for them to be that happy family
they once were...If only every one would get the courage to be
open and honest with each other...
thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more and to find out what
Nadia meant in that note she left for Syd
and what made Irina come into Syd's room
they once were...If only every one would get the courage to be
open and honest with each other...
thanks for the pm.
Can't wait for more and to find out what
Nadia meant in that note she left for Syd
and what made Irina come into Syd's room
NadiaSantosFan
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Hey i thanks so much for the pm! I loved the update. I wonder whats nadias secret. . .I hope we find out soon!
Vaughn-a-holic!439
Cadet
OMG wats nadias secret, this is getting intense, i lurrvve this fic soo much
{{phoenix_shotgun_47 i luv ur siggy, i couldnt stop looking at it, its the best}}
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{{phoenix_shotgun_47 i luv ur siggy, i couldnt stop looking at it, its the best}}
thanx for the PM
-luv em
farliieansds225
Cadet
welcome back!!
awesome update
loved when syds mom opened up a bit
whats nadias secret????
loved it
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more
awesome update
loved when syds mom opened up a bit
whats nadias secret????
loved it
thanx for the pm
cant wait for more
gtwallichs
Cadet
Excellent update!
angels_fire_88
Cadet
ooooooooooooooooo nadia has secrets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this is getting too goood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cant wait for more
update soon!!!!!
this is getting too goood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cant wait for more
update soon!!!!!