The Four Worlds
written by Kate Evans -left-
Lyra (LIE-ra) Ava Asearia, age 14, never had a perfect life. Her dad left the family when she was two, her mom is an alcoholic, Lyra's older sister supports them with two jobs and is rarely home, and her younger sister drowned at the age of six. But Lyra's life changes when a person hidden under a cloak gives her a strange necklace and tells her to protect it with her life. Now she's traveling across worlds and dimensions she only thought existed in story-books with a strange man known as 'Hunter' and a girl named 'Adria.' With a demon after the dimensions with awful thoughts in mind, Lyra's, everyone, and everything's life is put at risk as she battles demons, dragons, and disbelief.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 2
I sat on my bed, sighing and munching into my apple. I stared out the window across from me. I wished Angie was here. Life was boring without her in the house. I reached over onto the birch wood dresser Ang and I shared and grabbed my phone. Unlocking it, I flipped through emails about subscriptions, deleting them all with no second thought. After a while I finished my apple. I turned my phone off and set it down on my bed. I got up and walked to my door, bracing myself in case somehow my mom was up. I turned the doorknob carefully and opened the door slowly.
I peered out. She was still on the couch, except her eyes were completely closed this time. I quickly walked from my room to the kitchen on my toes. When I reached the kitchen, I quietly let go of the apple core and replaced its place in my hand with a glass of water. After filling it up quickly and drinking it all, I slipped into the sink carefully and walked out.
"Lyra? Is that you?"
My mother's voice rang out loudly in the tiny apartment. I cringed. Bracing myself, I answered her question.
"Get in here." She slurred loudly. I quickly walked into the living room. She was trying to sit up straight. The dark circles under her eyes echoed just how tired she was. She glared at me.
"Why didn't you wake me when you got home?" She growled threateningly. She didn't give me enough time to answer. "Why can't you be better? Why do you need an education when you can learn perfectly from me?" she got up and slapped me hard across the face. Tears stung my eyes and my hand lifted to my stinging cheek.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE YOUR SISTER?! SHE'S GONE EVERYDAY AND YOU SHOULD BE WITH HER!" she screamed at me as she threw her beer bottle at me. I shrieked and ducked quickly. It smashed against the wall, pieces of glass sticking in the wall and others falling on the floor. She then punched me multiple times, calling me names and shrieking at me how I was an awful daughter.
"Mom!" I heard a familiar voice cry out. A couple of seconds later, the punching retreated. I looked up, tears staining my vision. I made out a brown haired blob being tugged at by a teal haired blob through my good eye. My other one felt extremely swollen, and I couldn't see out of it well.
"Stay off her!" Angie shrieked. She then bent down, grabbed me, and ran to our room, slamming the door behind her. She set me down gently on my bed and looked at me, her baby blue eyes twinkling sadly. "Are you okay?"
I nodded weakly. She frowned sadly, and ran off, probably to get the first aid kit in the bathroom. I glanced over at the mirror hanging on the wall. My wavy auburn hair fell down to my elbows, frazzled and tangled. My dull silver eyes held tears. I had a black eye on my left eye, and bruises, old and new, trailed down my arms. I blinked and let the tears fall freely.
Angie came back, and (sure enough) she was holding the first aid kit. She treated my eye and the bruises, comforting me while she did so. When she was done, she set the kit on her bed and hugged me. I sobbed into her shirt. She shushed me quietly while she rocked me back and forth.
After a while, I pulled away and looked at her in confusion. "I thought you were staying extra late today?" I asked her. She smiled.
"I actually was told I could come home early today. My boss at the cafe told me to take a couple days off." Which made sense. Both her bosses did know about our lives, but, being bosses, they didn't let their feelings get in the way of work. I guess they finally decided to cut her some slack.
"I was thinking maybe we could spend another girl day together. Just you and me." She smiled hopefully, staring into my eyes. I smiled at her.
"I would love that. When do you wanna go?" I asked.
Angie glanced at my eye. "I was hoping now, but your eye..." she trailed off.
"Nah, it's okay. Let's go." I smiled, shaking my head and grabbing my phone. I was looking forward to our girl day.
After she and I got ready, we walked out into the living room. She held her black purse in her hand and I held my phone in my hand, with my other hand over my eye.
Our mother saw us and growled. Angie glared at her, not a kind expression in her face or body language anywhere. Mom fell silent, but she continued to glare at us as we walked out the door.
I peered out. She was still on the couch, except her eyes were completely closed this time. I quickly walked from my room to the kitchen on my toes. When I reached the kitchen, I quietly let go of the apple core and replaced its place in my hand with a glass of water. After filling it up quickly and drinking it all, I slipped into the sink carefully and walked out.
"Lyra? Is that you?"
My mother's voice rang out loudly in the tiny apartment. I cringed. Bracing myself, I answered her question.
"Get in here." She slurred loudly. I quickly walked into the living room. She was trying to sit up straight. The dark circles under her eyes echoed just how tired she was. She glared at me.
"Why didn't you wake me when you got home?" She growled threateningly. She didn't give me enough time to answer. "Why can't you be better? Why do you need an education when you can learn perfectly from me?" she got up and slapped me hard across the face. Tears stung my eyes and my hand lifted to my stinging cheek.
"WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE YOUR SISTER?! SHE'S GONE EVERYDAY AND YOU SHOULD BE WITH HER!" she screamed at me as she threw her beer bottle at me. I shrieked and ducked quickly. It smashed against the wall, pieces of glass sticking in the wall and others falling on the floor. She then punched me multiple times, calling me names and shrieking at me how I was an awful daughter.
"Mom!" I heard a familiar voice cry out. A couple of seconds later, the punching retreated. I looked up, tears staining my vision. I made out a brown haired blob being tugged at by a teal haired blob through my good eye. My other one felt extremely swollen, and I couldn't see out of it well.
"Stay off her!" Angie shrieked. She then bent down, grabbed me, and ran to our room, slamming the door behind her. She set me down gently on my bed and looked at me, her baby blue eyes twinkling sadly. "Are you okay?"
I nodded weakly. She frowned sadly, and ran off, probably to get the first aid kit in the bathroom. I glanced over at the mirror hanging on the wall. My wavy auburn hair fell down to my elbows, frazzled and tangled. My dull silver eyes held tears. I had a black eye on my left eye, and bruises, old and new, trailed down my arms. I blinked and let the tears fall freely.
Angie came back, and (sure enough) she was holding the first aid kit. She treated my eye and the bruises, comforting me while she did so. When she was done, she set the kit on her bed and hugged me. I sobbed into her shirt. She shushed me quietly while she rocked me back and forth.
After a while, I pulled away and looked at her in confusion. "I thought you were staying extra late today?" I asked her. She smiled.
"I actually was told I could come home early today. My boss at the cafe told me to take a couple days off." Which made sense. Both her bosses did know about our lives, but, being bosses, they didn't let their feelings get in the way of work. I guess they finally decided to cut her some slack.
"I was thinking maybe we could spend another girl day together. Just you and me." She smiled hopefully, staring into my eyes. I smiled at her.
"I would love that. When do you wanna go?" I asked.
Angie glanced at my eye. "I was hoping now, but your eye..." she trailed off.
"Nah, it's okay. Let's go." I smiled, shaking my head and grabbing my phone. I was looking forward to our girl day.
After she and I got ready, we walked out into the living room. She held her black purse in her hand and I held my phone in my hand, with my other hand over my eye.
Our mother saw us and growled. Angie glared at her, not a kind expression in her face or body language anywhere. Mom fell silent, but she continued to glare at us as we walked out the door.
