Chapter 9 - Mia and Kut

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- Sunday Morning - 

"Hey, Ellie," I heard Kyle say. 

My eyes fluttered open. 

"Hey," I said.

"So, what are your plans today?"

"Well, I was going to--" I began to say, but quickly got interrupted.

"Oh okay, so you're free?" Kyle asked.

"Actually n-"

"Awesome! Maybe we could hangout!" He said.

I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't win in this conversation. 

I nodded. "Okay."

He smiled. 

Then, he walked over to the bed and hugged me. 

His hugs were nice. 

Very nice.

"I'm going to get ready and then I'll meet you downstairs," Kyle said. 

I nodded. 

I picked up the photo of Daniel from the nightstand. 

"It's going to be okay, Daniel. I'll find a way to save you like you saved me from the pool incident a while ago. Even though you tried to kill me, I still love you."

I hugged the photo, as I let some tears fall down my face. 

I wiped the tears away, and put the photo back on the nightstand. 

"Well, it's time to get ready, I guess."

I got up and walked over to my bathroom. I take off my clothes and take a shower. Then, I brushed my teeth and then I brushed my hair. Next, I walked over to my closet and put on a crop top and a pair of shorts. 

I'm excited that winter is next month, so I can wear long sleeves, and no one will have to ask why. 

Then, I walk downstairs. 

I saw Kyle and Mr. and Mrs. Dawson sitting at the table. 

I walked over to the table and sat down, across from Kyle and next to my new dad. 

"Good morning, sweetheart," Mrs. Dawson said. 

"Good morning, Ellie," Mr. Dawson said. 

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson," I said. 

"Listen, you don't have to call us Mr. or Mrs. Dawson. You can call me Mia, and this is Kutscher," Mrs. Dawson said. "I understand if you don't want to call me mom, yet."

I looked down. 

"It's okay," Mr. Dawson said. "And my name, in case you are wondering is German, because my great grandfather was a coachman. But, you can call me Kutch or Kut."

Mrs. Dawson--I mean Mia hit Kut in the shoulder and shook her head. "Why would you say Kut? You know she used to cut," she whispered.

Kut nodded and gave me a look of sorrow and sympathy. "Anyways, I'm glad to finally meet you," he continued. 

"I'm glad to meet you too," I said. 

He smiled. 

I gave him a small smile back. 

"Ellie, would you like anything to eat?" Mrs. Dawson asked. 

"Oh, no thank you, I'm full from last night," I lied.

She nodded. "Okay, no problem. If you do get hungry, just let me know and I can whip you up some pancakes or something."

I nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course," she said. 

"So, kids. What are your plans for today?" Mr. Dawson-- I mean Kutscher, asked. 

"Well, Ellie and I are hanging out today, like a bonding day," Kyle said. 

"What a great idea," Kutch said. 

He should have a shorter nickname, like what he suggested. Kut. 

"Yeah, it sure is," I lied. 

"Well, we better begin our bonding day, so we'll see you guys later!" Kyle said, while grabbing my hand. 

"Okay, and your father and I," Mia began. 

Her words hurt. But, my pain doesn't matter. I don't matter. Do I?

"We will be out for a while of the day, because were going to do some bonding as well," she said. 

Kut checked his watch. "And we're going to be late for the movie."

They got up from their seats. 

"We'll see you guys later, have fun!" Kyle said. 

"Thanks you too, and Kyle," Mia began. 

"Hmm?" Kyle said. 

"Don't let Ellie out of your sight," she said while walking out of the door. 

"Of course I won't," Kyle said. 

Kyle glanced at the front door and then slapped me. 

But, when I turned to face the door, Mia and Kut were not there. 

Through the window, I saw them walking down the street. 

They looked so happy. 

I turned my attention back to Kyle. 

He smirked at me. 

I tried running to the front door. 

"Mia! Kutch!" I shouted. "Help!"

I think I'm gonna faint.

"Oh, your not going anywhere, dumbass!"

I screamed. 

And that was the last thing I heard before everything went black. 




















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