Post by Libby on Aug 9, 2008 23:20:19 GMT -5
Settling herself on the couch at Charlie’s silent request, Libby waited until he made himself comfortable, startling her slightly when he curled up beside her and laid his head in her lap. Recovering quickly, she began running her fingers through his hair in a repetitive and hopefully soothing manner as he spoke.
He always sounded so sad when he spoke of his mother and it made Libby’s heart ache all the more for him. She had been the most important person in the world to him, the one person who always believed in him no matter what. Libby couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to lose someone like that. She had never had someone like that in her life. None of her family believed her. They were suspicious of her, afraid of her, just like everyone else.
When he spoke of the piano, her fingers suddenly stilled. He wasn’t supposed to know it was her, but then again how long had she expected to keep the secret? If it wasn’t his family, who else could it be? No fan could afford a gift like that, and Charlie wasn’t exactly highly sought after by record companies right now. Although if it had been from one of them, they wouldn’t have left it a mystery.
She didn’t know why she kept keeping things from him. She didn’t want him to know about her ‘condition’, she didn’t want him to know about her wealth. For the one person who could see right through her, who actually knew her and wasn’t scared away, why did she keep lying to him? Would he really think any less of her if he knew she was wealthy, and that she didn’t need to work for the money, but because of her mental instability? It was part of her ‘probation’ of sorts to keep her out of Santa Rosa.
“Have you played it at all?” Libby asked, deciding to sidestep the denial and the explanations. Of course he knew it was her; how many other people knew the story of the piano his mother had given him?
He always sounded so sad when he spoke of his mother and it made Libby’s heart ache all the more for him. She had been the most important person in the world to him, the one person who always believed in him no matter what. Libby couldn’t imagine how it must have felt to lose someone like that. She had never had someone like that in her life. None of her family believed her. They were suspicious of her, afraid of her, just like everyone else.
When he spoke of the piano, her fingers suddenly stilled. He wasn’t supposed to know it was her, but then again how long had she expected to keep the secret? If it wasn’t his family, who else could it be? No fan could afford a gift like that, and Charlie wasn’t exactly highly sought after by record companies right now. Although if it had been from one of them, they wouldn’t have left it a mystery.
She didn’t know why she kept keeping things from him. She didn’t want him to know about her ‘condition’, she didn’t want him to know about her wealth. For the one person who could see right through her, who actually knew her and wasn’t scared away, why did she keep lying to him? Would he really think any less of her if he knew she was wealthy, and that she didn’t need to work for the money, but because of her mental instability? It was part of her ‘probation’ of sorts to keep her out of Santa Rosa.
“Have you played it at all?” Libby asked, deciding to sidestep the denial and the explanations. Of course he knew it was her; how many other people knew the story of the piano his mother had given him?