
Split Pt. 2 Clover
9 year old Clover meets ???
"My head... Where am I?" I mumbled sitting up. "This isn't home."
I put my hands in my pockets and turned to walk in one direction. "Jessie? Dad? Pops? Dada!"
"You look lost. Did you lose your dad?" A voice asked.
I turned and did a double take. No way. "Dad..?" I asked quietly.
He made a face. "You must have hit yor head or something. My name's Club. I'll help you if you want!"
I frowned a little. "I think im in the past."
He gave a puzzled look. "What?"
"Nothing... Can you help me find my brother? I was with him.." I pulled my hair in front of my right eye.
"Sure!" He chirped. "Anything to get me away from this place." He mumbled.
"Why..?" I asked softly.
"Slate. He's mean. He hates me and my brothers. So I run away. " Little Dad shrugged. "Hey what's your name girl?"
"O-oh. It's Clover. " I mumbled.
"Nice to meet you Clover! " He smiled. "Where did you last see your brother?"
"The park..." I mumbled.
"That's this way. C'mon!" he turned to head off.
"Yeah okay... " I went to follow behind.
"What does your brother look like?" Little dad asked.
"He's tall. And hes got black hair. He was wearing a pink shirt, I think.. " I murmured.
"What's his name?"
"Jessie."
"What about your dad? Maybe if you find him he can find your brother."
"That's not a good idea."
"Why?" Little Dad asked softly.
" Nothing... " I murmured. "Hey how old are you..? "
"10" Little Dad asked softly.
"What's today?" I followed up.
"Tuesday?"
"Tuesday what?" I huffed.
"The 3rd?" He responded and promptly continued at the look I gave him, "June!"
Tuesday the third of June. Dad is 12. That means pops is 8. Oh boy.
"Change of plans! We need to find a boy about my age named Fresh Queen. Lets go!" I grabbed his hand and ran off.
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