Little, Lady

"I can't find Lady anywhere" Storm says panicking. "What do you mean, she's in her room" "She isn't, I've looked everywhere and now I'm worried" Getting up from where I was leaning I swiftly make my way down the hall and up the stairs to my babies bedroom, I know for a fact that she must be hiding in here somewhere. Vigorously throwing her door open I notice that everything is still as neat as it was this afternoon and she is nowhere in sight. "Believe me now?" Storm asks while leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "I never said I didn't believe you, I just wanted to double check" "This is all your fault anyway, if you would have treated her better and not been the evil bastard you were, then we would all be having a nice movie night" "Don't put this shit on me" "Why not, it's your fault, she probably took it upon herself to do exactly what you said she should" "I can't even remember what I said, I was upset!" "Of course you don't, you told her that she was a worthless girl and that adopting her was the biggest mistake you've ever made and that you wish she would just leave and never come back" "I said that?" I ask completely shocked and disgusted with myself. Roman and Storm have been married for two years now and even though they have just about everything they could want, somehow they both feel something, or more specifically someone is missing. Lady has always been, shy, sweet and sensitive. Ever since she was left at Miss. Maggie's home for boys and girls when she was two she has always been someone 'special'.