The Tiny Dancer

The Tiny Dancer

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Following a fight between Alexa and her Brianna, the latter ends up homeward bound to unravel some family secrets, while Alexa moves in with Kaden, determined to never go back home.

Summary

Following a fight between Alexa and her Brianna, the latter ends up homeward bound to unravel some family secrets, while Alexa moves in with Kaden, determined to never go back home.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Tiny Dancer

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Following a fight between Alexa and her Brianna, the latter ends up homeward bound to unravel some family secrets, while Alexa moves in with Kaden, determined to never go back home.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 12, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Sequel to the Interview

No Redemption for the Dying Man

"Thanks for helping me pack up," Alexa replied. 

"No problem. You know I love going through your things," Brianna answered. "Love an excuse to do it without getting in trouble."

Alexa rolled her eyes. They couldn't take too long reminiscing over found memories. True to her nature, Alexa had it planned down to the minute. She was determined to donate and get rid of a significant portion of things. Why did she had so much stuff? She didn't need it on a day to day basis. 

They started with the clothes, for which Alexa had two boxes, one for things to keep and one for donations. They would sort everything first and neatly pack second. The trashcan had conveniently been moved to the center of the room. 

Naturally, any 'old' underwear got tossed if it did no longer stood up to the sexy standards of a girlfriend about to move in with her boyfriend. Except for the pair from her initial interview with Kaden. He made her promise never to throw those out, as if she wanted to be reminded that time she flashed her undergarment to her boss on Skype, totally by accident. He said those white daisies against the blue were her cutest pair. Creep. 

"Wow. You're giving away a lot of shirts," Brianna said. "Because you're moving in, you can only keep your nicest, sexiest clothes?"

"No! They all came from ex boyfriends. It would be weird to wear them in bed with Kaden, or to hang them up in his closet. Right?" Alexa asked. The last boyfriend she had officially lived with, she had dated for six years. He was her first, so there weren't any other souvenirs or memories that she had to consider the etiquette of keeping. Besides, she was serious about taking the time to consolidate.  

Impishly, Brianna grabbed a dress. "Didn't that cute Parisian give this to you?" 

"Yeah, but . . . ugh, fine. I have to consolidate anyway. Just put it in the donate pile," Alexa relented. 

"How did this shirt make the cut?" Brianna asked, pulling out a red athletic shirt from their high school that had gold letters on it. It was sized for a man much larger than Alexa, it was clearly something she had gotten from Cole. 

"That's my favorite pajama shirt," Alexa said. "Okay, so it's from Cole. But I've had it for almost eight years. I think I've earned the right to keep this one."

"I'm not the one you have to convince," Brianna grinned and tossed it back into the keep box. "I have no shame keeping and flaunting things exes have given me."

They were right on schedule, though they had to add an extra box for clothes and things that Alexa was giving to Brianna. That included a box that contained memories of their mom and dad. A photo album, mostly, that Alexa was sure Brianna had stolen from the boxes in Daniel and Madison's garage, and ended up stashing with Alexa, who was the more stable of the two sisters and always knew where she was sleeping that night. Other things were just small things Madison had sent to her over time or that she didn't really know why she had them. Like her dad's pocket watch. What was such a rough country and military man doing with something so bourgeois? It was so, upperclass European and Alexa just grabbed it out of a box and kept it since. 

"Alexa, what is this?" Brianna said, pulling out a letter that Alexa had thrown into the box. That particular box seemed to be the one place Alexa threw all things she didn't want to deal with, or didn't know how to handle. 

It was a letter from Madison and Alexa made a grab for it. "It's nothing. I forgot about it."

"You don't just forget these things," Brianna said and turned away, pulling herself out of reach. "It's from Madison. She doesn't send me handwritten notes. I only get phone calls and emails."

"That's because you don't have an address," Alexa answered. 

"Alexa, have you read this?" Brianna asked. 

Alexa bit her lip and quietly relayed what they both knew. "Yes, Brianna. I have. I know exactly what it says."

"Our grandfather is sick," Brianna tried to make sense of what she was reading. 

Softly, Alexa responded, "We don't have a grandfather."

"It says that he has cancer and he's dying," Brianna exclaimed. "Does that mean nothing to you?"

"Yes. It means absolutely nothing to me," Alexa agreed, though her eyes started get that shine from watering over. "You were too young so you don't remember what is was like to have no where to go. He could have taken us in, but he refuted us, because our mother married and moved off the reservation. It's not even our blood count that's the issue, because there is native on dad's side. He refuted us for the same reason dad couldn't live on the reservation. Our skin is too white."

"And I get that. I grew up my whole life being angry just because you were so hurt, not because I actually knew who he was, but he's dying and he wants to see us. That has to count for something," Brianna replied. 

"Maybe it should. I understand an old man not being able to look after two kids, but there is not a day in that man's life were he hasn't hated us. He could have come to any of your dance lessons or recitals, or any of my swim meets and volleyball matches. He could have stopped by for brunch, or we could have gone to see him, but he didn't let us. There is a reason we don't have a relationship with him," Alexa pointed out. "I don't understand how dying changes things."

Brianna sucked in a deep breath of air. This was not any sister that she knew. Her sister was always more forgiving than that. "What did he do? This is family bullshit everyone deals with. So what? What did he really do that makes you hate him so much that you can't forgive a dying man?"

Alexa's teeth slammed down on her lower lip. Don't say it. Don't say it. "He killed our mom." Dammit. 

"I know, I know what all the reports say, what the police and the doctors say. But it's his fault. Our mom was crushed when she lost the love of her life, but she had enough strength for us and she never gave up on her father. There many days she woke up sad and life was harder and harder. Regardless, there was never a day in her life that she woke up and wanted to die. She always had enough will to live for us, except after one of her monthly Sunday visits she made to make her dad love her again. Whatever he did or said made her distraught enough to-," Alexa stopped. Brianna didn't need the details of their mom's suicide again. 

"I understand why you did it, but you still had no right to keep this from me," Brianna answered. "Cutting him out of your life is your decision, but it's not one that you can make for me."

"You're right," Alexa replied. "I shouldn't have done that, but nothing good will come of meeting that man. And if you go see him, it will be without me."

"I don't need you to walk me across the street anymore," Brianna answered. "I don't need you to protect me all the time."

"Last time you said that I had to rescue you from a freaky cult who thought you needed an exorcism," Alexa answered, "And it's a lot further between here and Minnesota, than it is to the valley."

"I've got this, Alexa. Even if you don't," Brianna answered. "I can't believe you kept this from me."

"I'm sorry, Brianna. Are we going to be okay?" Alexa wanted to know. It was instinct to want to protect Brianna from anything that could hurt her, but this time, the lie of omission was worse than what pain the letter brought.

"It would be pretty ironic to get mad at you for keeping me away from our estranged grandfather, just to stay away from you," Brianna replied. "You're the only sister I'm ever going to have. And he's the only grandfather I have."

"So what are you going to do?" Alexa asked. 

What was she going to do? Brianna couldn't just leave her entire life and go some place a thousand miles away.

Oh wait, that's what she called a typical Saturday.


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