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Angst ~Two~

*Well, I'll try to write. But, sorry if it isn't that good. I'm still a little rusty on this -_- But hey, you can't blame me can you? It's...I dunno. Hard to write I guess. Maybe I just haven't been writing on here for a while. Yeah...maybe that's it. Well, I'm gonna stop talking to myself and let you read. Haha Enjoy =)
-Lexa*

"Oh, cryinâ?? wonâ??t help you
Shut up, shut up!
I donâ??t give a shit about what you do
Shut up, shut up!
Iâ??m sick of your bullshit
Fuck you!!!"

I smiled and slid the headset off. "How was that?"

Uncle Jermaine smiled proudly and nodded. "It was great. Now, let's go. We gotta go out soon."

I raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking out of the glass booth. "For what?"

"Clothes, stuff for the house..." He trailed off. "Stuff like that." He finished off with a shrug.

I rolled my eyes and laughed, grabbing my jacket off of the chair. "You're so much like dad, a shop-o-holic."

I tugged on dad's jacket, looking up at him. "I want that." I pointed to small vase, encrusted with many small gems.

He smiled down at me and nodded. "Alright, sweetie."

I smiled to myself at the memory and walked out of the recording studio, pausing slightly to look over my shoulder. "What do you think dad would be doing now if he was still alive?"

Uncle J sighed and grabbed his own jacket. "I honestly don't know. All I know, is that he's probably smiling down at us right now."

"Where are we?"

Uncle J stayed silent, parking in front of an unknown house. "Well..."

I grew nervous and looked out the window, seeing my mother standing on the porch, a shy smile on her face. I grinned also and quickly fumbled with the seatbelt and got out of the car, stopping myself from running. "Mom." I didn't know what else to say. I haven't seen her in 6 years.

I looked towards dad worriedly. "Where is mom going?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "She's..."

"Leaving forever isn't she?"

He looked towards me and sighed, shaking his head. "Don't think like that, Lila. I'm sure she'll come back. I promise she will."

Anger soon washed over me and I glared at her. "Sie verlassen."

She sighed and stepped down from the porch. "Ich habe keine Wahl, SchÃ¤tzchen."

"Sie haben die Wahl!" I spat back, clenching my fists at my sides.

Even though, he didn't have any clue what we were saying, Uncle J stepped in and held his hands up. "Alright, that's enough fighting. Now, can we come inside, Jen?"

Mom sighed and nodded. "Sure."

We all walked inside and sat on the couch, soon washed over with an awkward silence.

"So, wie ist es Dir gewesen?"

I scoffed at her cheery mood and rolled my eyes. "Fein. Ich bin auf meinem ersten englischen Album arbeiten und helfen Anis Arbeit an seinem neuen Album. Alles ist in Ordnung."

"Lassen Sie sich nicht davon." She pleaded, sighing.

Fortunately, my phone rang before I could answer. "Excuse me."

I excused myself from the living room and sighed thankfully, answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Lila!"

I grinned and laughed happily. "Caitlyn! Wie geht es dir?"

"GroÃ?artig! WÃ¼nschte, ich kÃ¶nnte das gleiche Ã¼ber die Arbeit allerdings sagen." She groaned.

I shook my head and laughed again. "Beenden Sie reden Ã¼ber die Arbeit, ja?"

"Es tut mir leid. Ich kann mir nicht helfen aber! Es ist schrecklich." She grumbled and I heard a voice in the backround. "Ich muss jetzt gehen. Mein Chef ist sauer. Diskussion spÃ¤ter, auf Wiedersehen!"

I heard the dial tone and laughed as I slid the phone back into my pocket, looking over at a picture of me, mom and dad.

"Daddy, warum haben wir ein Foto machen?"

Dad sighed, giving a small smile. "English, sweetheart."

Mom laughed from behind him and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, you can understand her."

"Not that well. You know I'm still learning." He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her then looked back at me. "We just want a family picture so we can remember today."

I nodded, trying to piece together what he said, knowing my English was just as bad as his German. Finally realizing, I smiled and nodded again, turning and running over to a chair that I was supposed to sit on for the picture.

Dad smiled and moved over to mom, resting his hands on her hips. "Our little 6 year old already knows more about translating English to German."

Mom laughed and rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck at the same time. "She's growing up so fast." She joked, giggling to herself.

Dad looked back at me, watching me looking into the camera with amazement. "She really is."

I hadn't noticed I was crying until mom walked in, a sad smile on her face. "That picture always make me cry too."

I raised an eyebrow at her speaking English and wiped away the few tears that fell. "You're speaking English."

"Well, I know that's what you're more accustomed to."

I returned her sad smile and looked back at the picture. "Why did he have to leave?"

Her voice shook slightly as she spoke, tearing her eyes away from the picture and down to the floor. "It was just his time to go."

*You left.
I didn't have a choice, sweetheart.
You did have a choice!
So, how have you been?
Fine. I'm working on my first English album and helping Anis with his album. Everything is great.
Don't be like this.
Caitlyn! How are you?
Great! Wish I could say the same about work though.
Stop talking about work will ya?
Sorry. I can't help it, it's terrible. I gotta go now, my boss is pissed. Talk later, bye!
Daddy, why do we have to take the picture?
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Sorry I had to end it on such a sad note but I couldn't think of anything else. This story sat here for 2 or 3 days until I could actually finish it. haha Anyway, hope you all liked it =)
-Lexa*

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