Post by The Sidhe on Jun 1, 2015 19:56:26 GMT -5
In a peaceful cul-de-sac was where the McDermot family called home. Still in the suburbs, the house was nothing short of typical. Two stories of muted blue painted siding with a white roof crowning them at a slight angle. A small set of steps led to what could just barely be called a porch, two feet of wood painted white leading up to an equally pale door with a small stained glass opening fitted at eye-level for the average adult. The yard was nothing special. The lawn wasn’t overgrown but not exactly neat, and the only other plant life to be found was a lavender bush located directly to the left of the steps leading up to the house. The faded purple appeared rather weary in the Nevada sun.
Eileen sat on the steps, gently cradling a sprig of lavender in her hands. Her expression was tight with her mouth drawn into a thin line, grey eyes staring harshly down at the small buds in her hands. Her thoughts were a muddled bunch of worries, hopes, wishes. She wished Conrad were around to wait with her, but he had to work no matter how torn up he was at Laura’s disappearance. If she didn’t have to wait for the NOT students, Eileen would be at work as well. She hoped Laura would simply turn up on her own, that the team wouldn’t be needed after all. She worried that Laura would never come home, that she’d done something drastic.
The poor woman sighed and lowered her head into her hands, dark brown hair falling forward from her shoulders to obscure her face. The scent of the lavender did little to calm her, and closing her eyes only let images of the worst flash through her mind, memories of the recent events leading up to it. Eileen sighed and sat up.
Only a month since Kelly died and she and Conrad were already failing miserably at taking care of her daughter like they promised. They lost their friend and now her daughter was missing. Through the numerous hospital visits, the paperwork reassuring that they were indeed legally Laura’s godparents, the funeral, and Laura moving in, everything was a mess. Laura now running away was almost more than Eileen could take. Hours, days, weeks full of tears and waiting for the pain to start numbing and here it was fresh again with the fear that she would be told she’d lost Laura too. She was already lost enough. None of her friends had seen her, she wasn’t at the cemetery like they had hoped, and there was no trace of her at school or anywhere near home. It had only been a day, but a day was enough to make Eileen’s heart ache.
Feeling her eyes start to sting, Eileen blinked the tears away while they were still only a threat and straightened rather bony shoulders before they could start to hunch or shake. Turning the sprig of lavender over in her hands, she tried to remain hopeful. They would find Laura, she would be fine but likely still upset, they would bring her back healthy even if she was unhappy. Eileen only wished she knew how to handle her better. If she did, maybe Laura wouldn’t have run in the first place. Then again, Kelly’s death had recently taught her that there would come times where there was nothing she could do to make things better. Eileen bit the inside of her lip and ignored the new pain the thought brought that there may be nothing she could do for Laura.
Eileen sat on the steps, gently cradling a sprig of lavender in her hands. Her expression was tight with her mouth drawn into a thin line, grey eyes staring harshly down at the small buds in her hands. Her thoughts were a muddled bunch of worries, hopes, wishes. She wished Conrad were around to wait with her, but he had to work no matter how torn up he was at Laura’s disappearance. If she didn’t have to wait for the NOT students, Eileen would be at work as well. She hoped Laura would simply turn up on her own, that the team wouldn’t be needed after all. She worried that Laura would never come home, that she’d done something drastic.
The poor woman sighed and lowered her head into her hands, dark brown hair falling forward from her shoulders to obscure her face. The scent of the lavender did little to calm her, and closing her eyes only let images of the worst flash through her mind, memories of the recent events leading up to it. Eileen sighed and sat up.
Only a month since Kelly died and she and Conrad were already failing miserably at taking care of her daughter like they promised. They lost their friend and now her daughter was missing. Through the numerous hospital visits, the paperwork reassuring that they were indeed legally Laura’s godparents, the funeral, and Laura moving in, everything was a mess. Laura now running away was almost more than Eileen could take. Hours, days, weeks full of tears and waiting for the pain to start numbing and here it was fresh again with the fear that she would be told she’d lost Laura too. She was already lost enough. None of her friends had seen her, she wasn’t at the cemetery like they had hoped, and there was no trace of her at school or anywhere near home. It had only been a day, but a day was enough to make Eileen’s heart ache.
Feeling her eyes start to sting, Eileen blinked the tears away while they were still only a threat and straightened rather bony shoulders before they could start to hunch or shake. Turning the sprig of lavender over in her hands, she tried to remain hopeful. They would find Laura, she would be fine but likely still upset, they would bring her back healthy even if she was unhappy. Eileen only wished she knew how to handle her better. If she did, maybe Laura wouldn’t have run in the first place. Then again, Kelly’s death had recently taught her that there would come times where there was nothing she could do to make things better. Eileen bit the inside of her lip and ignored the new pain the thought brought that there may be nothing she could do for Laura.