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Ashes to Ashes	By : BurneHazard Category: S through Z > Sky High Views: 5389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sometime in the night, the sound of tapping woke Warren from a weird dream about clowns, his mom and a bunch of bouncing robots. Maybe he really should not have watched the horror before finishing his sci-fi book and passing out. The tap came again and he swiped one hand across his eyes before kicking the covers off and going over to the window. Pushing the curtain back, he squinted a little at the dark shape.

"Firestarter," came the faint whisper.

His hand rose enough that a faint snap and a small flame leapt to life in his palm. It was enough to catch sight of the one crouched outside on the roof. Sure enough, it was Crystal. She moved back and he curled his hand into a fist to kill the light. As he reached down to grab a pair of jeans, he glanced at his clock. The numbers told him it was about five fifty am. Way too early, and on a school day too.

Opening his window, he slid out onto the roof and combed his hair out of his face.

"Crystal, do you have any idea just what time it is?"

"Yes. And I'm sorry but...I kinda..."

Her hesitation caught his attention and he turned to focus on her. In the predawn gloom, he could see a bit of her face. She was upset, that much was very clear. At least she was fully dressed though. Thank goodness it was warm out since summer was right around the corner.

"Need to talk about something?"

"Yeah..."

Picking his way closer to her, he sat down beside her. After a moment, he reached out to squeeze her shoulder. Crystal shifted and leaned against him. It was not the first time but he had the strange tightness in his chest that meant something about this was different. He slid his arms around her and squeezed.

"What's up, Whirlwind?"

"Remember...what I told you about going to the academy after graduation?"

"Yeah. Are you having second thoughts?"

She shook her head. "No. But..."

Warren decided to just wait. He had caught on enough about that. Crystal came to him, so she would tell him when she was able.

"It's...actually....my mom."

"What's she doing now?"

"She's at the house."

Now that he was not expecting at all. Tensing, he just looked at Crystal as she dropped her head and began to twist the end of her ponytail in her fingers.

"Dad let her in. Guess he wanted to talk or something. But she only wanted to talk about me going to college."

Warren reached out to pull her hand away from her hair. From the way the trees were shifting, he could tell she was becoming upset. If he did not occupy her hands, her hair would suffer the consequences. She just stared into the back yard.

"That bitch actually sent out mail to universities. She never once asked my permission, didn't even ask if I already had plans. She just sent applications out in my name. Then she had the gall to come by and drop them all in my dad's lap and order he make me choose one. Fucking bitch ignored me! IGNORED ME! And I was sitting right there. She was discussing my life, my future like I was a damn piece of fucking property!"

The wind was picking up now, making trees moan and the gutters vibrate noticeably. Pulling her closer, Warren bowed his head and rested it against hers so he could talk low near her ear where she could hear him.

"Hey, Whirlwind...seriously...take a few breaths okay?"

Crystal muttered a few curses but closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. The winds died a little bit.

"Okay, go on."

"Dad was furious, I could see it. But he actually went ahead and told me to open the envelopes. She didn't even look at me when I did. I've been accepted into ten different universities, Warren! Ten...and all of them stated how pleased they were that I expressed interest in pursuing a masters in accounting. I fucking HATE math!"

He released a sigh as the wind picked up again. "Hey, relax. Did your dad say anything?"

Crystal snorted. "Yeah, that we'd look them over and decide. She's staying there until we--or I should say he--decides. It's like she doesn't even think I have a life of my own."

Nodding slowly, he decided he really could understand a bit about that. Granted his parents were not the ones that gave him that perspective, it was everyone else that knew his parents.

"Okay, so that's what she wants. Your dad apparently wants to give you other options. But what do you want?"

"I want to go to the academy."

"Then go ahead and do that. You'll be eighteen this summer so you can have the final say."

"I'm just...it's the way she treated me. Same as during the divorce. Like I'm just another piece of furniture that she can move or use however she wants...not her daughter but..." She trailed off. "And...I'm a bit...worried."

"Why?"

"Dad...what if he...decides I should be sent to one of those other schools in the meantime? Before I'm eighteen."

Now Warren had to think. Mr. Windsong was not all that bad really. In the visits to Crystal's house the man had been strict, stern, prying, but overall very polite and reasonable. He had an open mind, great sense of humor and in fact, the relationship between father and daughter had struck him as good.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about. Your dad doesn't push you toward doing things you don't want, right?"

She nodded.

"And he talks with you, knows what you want. I'd say he's trying to tolerate your mom without bringing about World War Three so he's humoring her. That and he is just giving you options so you don't have to do what he did by going into the military. When you tell your mom your plans, my bet is he's going to be right there to back your decision up. Might even enjoy kicking or throwing her out of the house too."

The girl smiled at that. By then the sun was beginning to rise. A sharp buzzing from inside snapped both of them out of the drifting moment.

"Warren? Are you up yet?"

His mother opened the door after one knock and turned the light on. Catching sight of the open window, she blinked before noticing the two sliding back inside.

"Oh, good morning, Crystal."

"Morning, Ms. Peace."

"Did you need something, dear?"

"No. Just had to have someone to lean on. We were behaving."

"Well, why not come on down to the kitchen with me while Warren gets dressed? I think we have some orange juice and I'll fix you something to eat."
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