Sequel: Gorgeous Nightmare ›
Status: I <3 Robert, told him that in real life ^.^
Issues
Names
“What’s your name anyway?” he asked after a moment of silence.
“Why?” He shrugged.
“If I’m going to stay with you I might as well know it.”
“You don’t have to stay.”
“I’m going to so get over it and tell me.” I sighed before chewing my bottom lip.
“Lyle, Lyle Summers.” I lied and he nodded.
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Yeah, yeah so what’s yours?”
“Robert Ortiz,” I nodded, simple and fitted well.
“Another thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever take off those damn glasses, we are inside.”
“Never really take them off and don’t plan on it.” I sighed; this guy is going to get on my nerves real easy.
“Knock, knock?” We looked up at the annoying voice of a 50 year old man in a doctor coat.
“Hmm, we never got your name young lady and you didn’t have any form of I.D. in your wallet.”
“Lyle Summers.” I repeated and he nodded.
“Okay do you have any family that can come see you and that can take care of you once you’re gone?”
Fuck, they’ll put me in foster care.
“I’m her uncle.” I looked up at Robert and back at the doctor.
“Really?” He sounded skeptic.
“Yeah he married my Aunt Linda 10 years ago, they have 2 kids.” I smiled.
“Where’s your aunt now?” He shot back quickly.
He must be used to liars.
“She passed away recently,” I answered and at the corner of my eye I seen Robert look down.
He was a good liar.
“I’m very sorry,” the doctor said.
“Its fine, Lyle was her favorite niece and I promised to take care of her when she passed…” Robert sighed.
Nice one.
Then some more people walked in.
Oh great, fuck my life.
The doctor looked back at them.
“Can I help you officers?” He asked.
“Why?” He shrugged.
“If I’m going to stay with you I might as well know it.”
“You don’t have to stay.”
“I’m going to so get over it and tell me.” I sighed before chewing my bottom lip.
“Lyle, Lyle Summers.” I lied and he nodded.
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Yeah, yeah so what’s yours?”
“Robert Ortiz,” I nodded, simple and fitted well.
“Another thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever take off those damn glasses, we are inside.”
“Never really take them off and don’t plan on it.” I sighed; this guy is going to get on my nerves real easy.
“Knock, knock?” We looked up at the annoying voice of a 50 year old man in a doctor coat.
“Hmm, we never got your name young lady and you didn’t have any form of I.D. in your wallet.”
“Lyle Summers.” I repeated and he nodded.
“Okay do you have any family that can come see you and that can take care of you once you’re gone?”
Fuck, they’ll put me in foster care.
“I’m her uncle.” I looked up at Robert and back at the doctor.
“Really?” He sounded skeptic.
“Yeah he married my Aunt Linda 10 years ago, they have 2 kids.” I smiled.
“Where’s your aunt now?” He shot back quickly.
He must be used to liars.
“She passed away recently,” I answered and at the corner of my eye I seen Robert look down.
He was a good liar.
“I’m very sorry,” the doctor said.
“Its fine, Lyle was her favorite niece and I promised to take care of her when she passed…” Robert sighed.
Nice one.
Then some more people walked in.
Oh great, fuck my life.
The doctor looked back at them.
“Can I help you officers?” He asked.