Sometimes Our Minds Work Against Us...

Millie and her friend

So, here we go, from request here is the second installment of: lilmonkey13’s attempts at something creepy.

Hope you enjoy!

 

Sometimes Our Minds Work Against Us…

Chapter Seventeen: Millie and her friend

Standing there looking at the little bundle of black and brown curls all tucked in with a blanket pulled up tight around her I couldn’t help but smile. She had slept through the night, the entire night! Hazel was still fast asleep in bed but I couldn’t help but smile at her and the little five-year-old under her protecting arm. I give each of the curly brunette girls a kiss on the forehead and smile as they look up at me.

“Good-morning sleepy heads,” I coo at them. Hazel smiles up at me and pulls me down by the shirt collar, “Why don’t I smell coffee yet Fay?” I roll my eyes and give her another kiss, “It is brewing okay?” She smiles and let’s go of my shirt her golden eyes closing ever so slightly. Millie smiles up at me rolling out from under her mother’s arm to stand and give me a hug. Her pretty golden brown eyes are warm and inviting, “Pick me up daddy!” I grab her by the armpits and lift her up in her purple SPQR shirt and pajama bottoms. She holds tight to my neck and I feel her smiling into my shoulder.

“WAFFLE TIME,” I say as we run down the stairs. She laughs and giggles excitedly as I get the fryer and batter ready. I hear Hazel finally get out of bed and she lazily walks down the stairs, she walks into the kitchen and is rubbing her eyes yawning. I smile big at her and she just laughs at me walking over to the coffee pot and pouring her a big heavy cup full.

“Millie, will you pretty please place out all the plates?” She giggles and nods grabbing four plates, four forks, four knives, four napkins and four placemats. She goes around the small wooden table and sets out the max number of seats available and smiles at her accomplishment. She runs over and grabs the high rising stack of waffles and puts them on the lazy Sussan in the middle of the table.

She then grabs Hazel and I and pulls us both to the middle seats at the table, and she takes her seat at the head of the table. She gets herself waffles and puts butter and syrup all by herself and smiles at us, we get ours ready also and while we are eating she looks down at the end of the table and frowns at the empty, yet set, seat.

“Georgia, you have to eat or you’ll starve to death again.” She then goes back to eating her waffles. Hazel and I stare at each other for a good moment then at the ‘empty’ seat and then back at Millie.

“Sweetie, what did you say?” Hazel questions, I look at Millie, who sits quietly eating her waffles not paying attention to us, and back at the seat. Whose plate remains empty but I worry will soon be all made up just like Hazel and mine.

Millie looks up at Hazel and smiles, “Georgia came down today, said she wanted to have breakfast with us, but now she won’t eat…” She frowns at the end of the sentence as if she is annoyed at the fact that Georgia won’t eat.

“Yes, but sweetie who is Georgia?” Hazel continues. Millie doesn’t look up for a second then goes back to eating. Hazel questions Millie for another ten minutes but once Millie has eaten her full she goes and puts her plate up and goes to get ready for school, never answering one of Hazel’s questions.

By this point Hazel is freaking out. She wants to call Nico and have him check this out, she wants to question Millie more, she is crying because she thinks there is something wrong with her little girl but finally I grab her by the arms and make her stop pacing. “Hazel, she has an imaginary friend, its normal. There is nothing to worry about.”