City of Suits (not completed) By Reid H and Mira H

Chapter 10: Georgia

“How about we go to bed, and then you can tell the story in the morning,” Leo offered kindly.
I didn’t say anything. I just put my bag down and laid on a pile of leaves, gunk, and some other stuff. It wasn’t too sticky, but it was soft. It made for a good bed. At least for now.
Leo put the blanket on me, and this time I didn’t try to fight it.
I decided to read Leo’s mind to make sure he didn’t think I was too much of a wimp.
She has gone through a lot more than I thought. Maybe she didn’t want to escape just because she was sick of the diamonds in charge. Maybe she wanted revenge for the people in charge making us stay in such living conditions. I mean why else would Georgia’s father do that. He must have gone crazy.
That’s when I actually realized that Jamie and my father were living in the same household. For all these years I have been sending my dad letters. I let my mind erase what my father did to my mother. I was blinded by love. I needed to finish our mission. I needed to save Jamie.
I slipped into a dream-filled night, but the dream-world wasn’t any better than real life. All I dreamed about was that night when my mother’s spirit left the Earth. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I stood up to walk over to Leo’s side. It looked like he was having a bad dream, but not just a normal bad dream. It looked like a night terror.
Just the sight of him made me tear up. It almost looked like he was in pain. I sat next to him and draped the blanket over his body. I felt his hand, and it felt freezing even though it was fairly warm that night. I tried to warm his hand using my own body heat. I rubbed his hands between mine and got a curtain-looking piece of cloth that was sitting on the ground in the corner.
I sat next to him all night to make sure that he was okay.
Once I could see the sun start to rise from the hilly horizon, Leo began to wake up.
“Good morning!” I said in a tired voice.
“Good morning?” Leo said, still confused from just waking up. “How did you sleep?” Leo asked, probably confused about why I was sitting next to him in the early morning.
“Great,” I lied. “Hey, I think I’m ready to tell you the rest of my story,” I said, trying to get off the previous topic.
“Umm okay,” Leo said, still tired, and even more confused.
“Okay, so my mother was working late the night it happened,” I began. “When she got home I was sitting on the ground with my one-year-old brother in my lap. He was crying. It was probably around ten at night. She told me to stand up, and she took me outside. She said that she wanted to talk to me outside. We went into the back garden, and she asked me why Jamie was crying. It is usually normal for a one-year-old to cry, but Jamie had only cried once or twice in his entire life.” I said.
Leo was bobbing his head trying to take everything in.
“I said, ‘Dad hit him.’ At the time I didn’t know that it was that serious. Then I asked her when we would get to eat. I told her that we hadn’t eaten anything all day and I was hungry. Our family was one of the only Native American families in the whole suit, so we suffered from a lot of discrimination. Though that week we had actually had a good amount of food in the house. My mother was confused because our father had been an amazing dad. He always took care of us and fed us well. She went into the house, and they fought for a little bit. They screamed at each other. I carried Jamie over to the front of our house if you could even call it that. Apparently, our father decided to trade our food for any type of alcohol that he could get his hands on. He was incredibly drunk. We had never seen him like this before. He was yelling and throwing things around. He pushed our mother onto the ground and yelled to us ‘Go to the back garden. Don’t come back!’ I was so scared that I just listened to him. I walked behind the house and waited. My mother screamed some more. I heard her yell, ‘I love you Georgia!’ This scream has terrorized me ever since that day. She stopped screaming. I thought that it was okay to go back into the house,” I started to tear up.
Leo grabbed my hand. He deserved to know the whole story.
“I walked into the house, and my dad hit me across the face. I glanced to the other side of the room as I was holding Jamie with one arm, and my sore eye with the other. I saw my mother lifeless on the floor.” I began to sob.
Leo hugged me.
“I’m so sorry,” Leo said. I knew that he meant it.
After about two minutes of just hugging each other. I let go, and went across the room, and pulled out my chess set.
“What’s that?” Leo asked.
“Do you know how to play chess?” I asked him as I got out the personalized pieces and set them on the board,
“No, we don’t have it in our suit, but I’ve heard of it,” Leo said moving across the cramped area.
“My mother made these pieces,” I said thoughtfully. “I’m going to teach you how to play.”
As we practiced, I thought about our current living situation. We had enough area in the shack for a sleeping area for each of us, an eating area, and a chess-playing area. Luckily the shack was hidden enough in the overgrown grass and trees that we could be hidden from the people who lived in the diamond suit, and for once in the whole time that Leo and I had been on our mission, I actually had hope for us.