Note: What started out as a oneshot, this now has several chapters that I will be posting later. I'm a HUGE Julie fan and can never find any good stories about her so I wrote this one.
Summary: Faced with the tragedy, Julie must deal with her daughter's death.
"Neil, let me answer the phone," Julie giggled. Her fiancé, Neil Roberts, had his arms around her waist and was attempting to pull her back to their bedroom. Julie, however, was more interested in seeing who was calling.
She hadn't talked to Marissa last night or earlier that morning. It was now almost one in the afternoon and she still hadn't heard from her eldest daughter.
"No, let it go. They'll leave a message," He said between kisses.
Julie grabbed the phone off the counter. "Hello?" She answered it, Neil's lips still grazing her neck.
"Mrs. Cooper Nichol?"
"Yes. Who's calling?" Julie replied.
Neil gave up on trying to get her back to bed. He moved over to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of orange juice. With a grin he turned around to look at Julie, expecting to see her talking to one of the neighbors or someone of the like. But instead, as he saw her, his smile faded.
The color had drained from Julie's face and she looked ready to faint.
"Julie?" Neil calmly sipped his drink. He assumed it was just something to do with the Newpsies, but as the second ticked passed, he saw that wasn't it at all.
"N-no, you're wrong," She choked back a sob as the words left her mouth.
Julie listened intently to the person on the other line for a moment, then clicked the phone off and set it back on the counter.
"Julie?" Neil asked again. He placed his drink on the counter, just as she had done with the phone. Something told him that she had bad news.
"That w-was the hospital," Julie shakily explained.
"Is everything okay?" Neil took a step toward her, his face full of concern.
"No…" She began sobbing. The tears flowed freely down her pale cheeks.
"Julie, what is it?" Neil was now at her side, his hand comfortingly stroking her arm. He had never seen Julie cry. She was one of the only strong women he knew. The type that never let anything bother them, or show that it had an affect on them. So he was extremely surprised to see her in hysterics.
Through the vast amount of sobs and tears, she only managed two words.
"Marissa's dead."