Chapter 3: Ford

"Ford, get down here now!," Came an order.
"Yes, what?" He asked as he came down the stairs.
"Don't what me. I said some here!" Screamed a lady with ducky brown eyes and dark brown, almost black eyes. There was a girl standing beside her, with the same hair but a shade lighter, her eyes the exact same. She looked older then Ford. She looked towards him with a glare. "Your in trouble!" She sniggered.
"What how? I was in my room all day." Ford replied in bewilderment.
"No you weren't." The girl said, keeping her cold eyes on Ford. "Look at the mess you did!" She turned around and pointed into the kitchen.
He couldn't believe his eyes, broken glasses, shattered plates, the fridge open with everything out. How did I miss that? He thought. How could I do that? I didn't..
"I didn't do that! Honest!" Ford replied, knowing he would get blamed anyways.
"Then if you didn't who did? Did Angela?" She looked at her daughter. "No I don't think so, how can such an innocent child do it?" She asked. "Hmmm?.."
"But she's older then me! And not innocent!" He protested.
"What?!" Angela screeched. "I never-"
"Enough!" Her mother exclaimed. "Go to your room Ford! And don't come out! Your getting locked in for lying and breaking my house!"
"This isn't your house, it's my fathers!" Ford yelled.
"Oh no? It is mine! Your father is dead Ford, never coming back to help you or this pathetic little house." Angela's mother roared.
"You are a monster!" Ford screamed and ran to his room. He slammed the door. I hate her! She is not my stepmother! Why did my dad have to pick her? That witch must have put a spell on him! He thought.
The 'witch' climbed the stairs. "If you don't call me mom called me Iris!" She yelled from the otherside of the door. She brought out a key and locked the door. "Stupid, useless boy!" She descended down the stairs and to her daughter. "I'm sorry we have to live with that boy Angel. He will be ended soon." She smiled sweetly. "He's not even going to get dinner, or breakfast, or lunch, and again, no dinner! He can starve for all I care." The stepmother smiled wickedly.
"Great!" Angela smiled like her mother. "He made the mess and lied, he should get in more trouble."

Inside his room Ford grabbed a box from under the floor boards. No one knew about this and he was glad. "Atleast I still have something from my old life." He smiled as he picked up a smaller box inside the shoe box. He dropped it and it rolled beside him. His eyes lit up, he could never open it. Inside was a necklace, it looked like wind or air. He was confused. "I think my dad named me after the wind cause we could always hear it.." He sighed and picked it up. It was certainly beautiful and very interesting. He put everything back in the shoe box, except for the necklace and pushed it back into the floor board, he ran onto his bed and as he put his necklace on. Just as he hit his bed Iris burst in. He hadn't heard the door unlock.

"What is that?!" She screamed and looked at Ford's new necklace. Before he could respond Iris lunged at the necklace, planning to rip it away from Ford and throw it away. Ford closed his eyes, ready for pain. Soon he felt her hand almost reach his necklace, his throat. But something happened. Iris was lunging for his necklace, and a fierce wind blew and threw Iris against the wall. He looked at his necklace. Did that do it? He asked himself. Iris didn't get back up. She was unconsious. Ford smiled but his smile soon dissapeared as Angela came running up the stairs. She saw her mother. "Monster!" She yelled and ran

for Ford. He closed his eyes then opened them just in time to see Angela fly towards her mom. "Whoa.." Angela managed to land softly. She got back up and brushed herself off. Before she could run at Ford again, he ran. Down the stairs and out the door. Not knowing where to go or what to do. Only knowing he was free. Free from abuse, lies, and murderers.

Ford's Necklace