Hey! So… This challenge of CPC is the last one! Can you believe that? #sad
Anyways, prompts I used:
“I never stood a chance, did I?”
“That’s the sad part – you did, once.”
I’m not sure why I fell in love with her.
I groaned. Why did Claire have to collapse now? I frowned, those types of thoughts usually didn’t come to me. I bent down and got a water bottle out of my backpack. I uncapped the lid and slowly made Claire drink it. After a while, she woke up.
“Scared… Of heights.” She mumbled.
“Oh no,” I said, “It’ll be okay, you can do it! Come on, I’ll help you.”
And so we both went, on the bridge, Claire staggering with each step, me holding her and encouraging her. After a while, we both reached the other side and I forgot all my pain. In front of us, stood a mansion. White, with shining “everthings”. A magnificent garden, with every imaginable plant and vegetable.
I gasped. What was this place and how had I not seen the mansion from where the taxi dropped us? For a moment, I thought I was going to faint as well, but my arm was secured by Claire.
“Woah… This is where our parents live?” She asked, her voice full of curiosity. “They must be rich!”
I laughed. We were on the verge on meeting our parents, and all she thought about was how rich they were? But she was right, of course. All of our lives had been spent in a tiny, cramped room that stinked. If our parents lived here… Well, life would be perfect for us from now. Claire’s grip on my arm tightened and I snapped out of my daydream.
“Let’s go.” I nodded, but my feet were jelly. “What if our parents didn’t want us? What if there were cruel? What if there were worse than Master? What if…” My negative thoughts could have gone on and on, but Claire was halfway up the steps, and she was waiting for me.
“Coming!” I ran, my feet killing me. I reached my destination and Claire and I walked up the stairs, our hands trembling as I pressed the doorbell.
10 seconds gone, no one.
A man opened the door.
When he did, he had his back to us and he was talking to someone.
“I never stood a chance, did I?” He asked.
“That’s the sad part – you did, once. I’m not sure why I fell in love with her.” I felt a jolt in my body. I knew that voice. It brought back some of the only memories I had left. Painful memories. The man at the door laughed.
“Ummm. Mister?” Claire said, her loud voice reduced to a little squeak. The man turned around to face us, and when his eyes rested on Claire, he collapsed.
“Blake…Isabelle…Eleanor…Come! Hurry! They’re here!” He yelled. I waited for Claire to say something. She was usually the one who did all the speaking, but right now, she seemed paralysed, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Dad?” She managed to squeak out before fainting for the 2nd time in a day.
“Ohhh, no.” The man, I suddenly realised, was my uncle. Ian. He was tall, and had brown eyes, just like Claire’s. Yes, we had come to the right place. Just as he was about to lift Claire up, a trio arrived. 2 women, and a man. I felt giddy as I looked at the woman. She had similar features to Claire’s dad, and features I saw in myself. I didn’t wait for her to notice me. I ran inside and hugged her, surprising her, but she realised who I was.
Her daughter, who she hadn’t seen in 12 years. I hugged her, catching up on 12 years worth. She squeezed me and I could feel her tears landing on my hair. After a while, she let go and fell to her knees, her eyes darting all over my body.
“Ohhh, Audrey. You have grown SO much!” She exclaimed.
“Yes. She has. My dear girl!” A loud, manly voice said. I turned around.
To see my father.
1 HOUR LATER…
After a whole load of tears, hugs, kisses and happiness, all 6 of us sat down at the dining table, Claire and I waiting for explanations.
“You see, girls, we had to drop you there. Your fathers insisted upon it. They said you would be safe from the threat.” Isabelle, Claire’s mom, said.
“What threat?” Claire and I asked at the same time.
“When you were born,” My mother, Eleanor, said, “There was a threat against us. We were rich, we had a blooming business. The downside of that was having lots of rivals. One of our biggest rival was Henry Cratere. He wanted our business to fail, so he sent us a note, which said, that if we didn’t give you both to them, they would file a court case against us, for killing somebody. Of course, we didn’t actually kill anyone. They just threatened us like that so we would give you both over to them.”
“Why did they want us?” Claire asked.
“They knew, that if they had you both, all four of us, we would become too depressed, and our business would fail automatically.” Ian said.
“And what about the court case?” I questioned.
“Ohhh, before he could file a court case against us, the police realised he was the murderer of Alice Green, so he got a jail sentence for 10 years.” Blake grinned.
All four of them waited for that information to sink in.
“Why Master?” I asked suddenly.
“He’s Eleanor and I’s brother and we knew he would take care of you, even though he would, sometimes, mistreat you.”
I was shocked. My mum and Claire’s dad, they were wonderful people, but Master being their brother?
“He’s adopted.” Blake said, as that would help. It helped a little, but the shock remained.
“I believe you.” Claire said. Great.
“I do too.”
And, that is the end of my CPC story! Claire and Audrey lived a wonderful life after that, enjoying every moment, in case you wanted to know. Well, see you next time!