The Significance of being Significant
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Margot was surprised by her own calmness as Felicity declared her ‚useless' and called for Frankie to kill her.
So this is it – Margot thought. This was the ultimate betrayal. Last night she had already started to feel like her own live was slipping from between her fingers like dry sand as she realized she had lost control over the firm. Tessa's betrayal, however, had truly stung. True, she had only just started to truly get to know her own flesh and blood and Tessa was still barely more than a stranger to her but still- she should have been more guarded about her. When did she become this trusting?
As Frankie moved towards her she couldn't help but to catch her daughter's eyes just one last time. Instead of a cocky gleam she found fearful and confused hazel eyes. Ben's eyes.
Suddenly everything seemed to happen all at once: Frankie raising his right arm and Tessa lurching forward to stop him. Both Ben's and her brother's shouts were drowned by the sound of a gunshot. There was commotion all around her; she heard sounds of a scuffle, then more gunshots.
Margot found herself staring at the ceiling. How did she end up on the ground? It was then when she felt the warm wetness seeping through her shirt. So she did get shot after all. It was then that she felt the piercing pain in her middle and her hand reached towards the wound. Margot could feel her own blood gush through her fingers.
Suddenly there were more hands on her, touching her, pressing down on her wound. Faces appeared in her line of vision. Two pairs of identical hazel eyes, wide open in fear. Where were Felicity and her cronies? She thought she heard Tessa call to her "Mum? Mum!" Ben's deep and soothing voice was also speaking to her, a voice she had loved listening to once upon a time but she couldn't make out the words even though his face was right above hers. There was only a swooshing, buzzing sound in between her ears droning out everything else.
This is it. She thought once more. This is how I die. Margot didn't believe in dreams; she had visions. Visions of herself as her father's successor; a successful businesswoman in a men's world. Rhys would be supportive and Ben would be at her side, their mutual quest for new successes, bigger deals and impossible cons egging each other on. Of course, that vision changed – first Ben left the picture and during recent weeks she had envisioned her own daughter by her side instead. Maybe there would also be a handsome brown-eyed man standing a few steps back, lovingly supporting her? Perhaps it was just a dream after all.
Rhys and her mother wouldn't care less what happened to her.
Ben left her for Alice Vaughan.
She had lost Kensington along with most of its fortune.
Tessa wanted her dead.
The name Margot Bishop was of no significance.
Once again, Margot tried to focus on her surroundings. Ben was kneeling by her side, his hand still pressed to her stomach, futilely trying to staunch the blood flow. Behind her she could only hear her brother, who seemed to be speaking on a phone. He sounded stressed. Tessa also sat on the floor. She was crying pitifully and Margot thought that this was the first time she saw a fifteen-year-old child when looking at her daughter.
When Tessa noticed her mother's eyes on her she moved closer, grasping her free hand. Margot thought she could her hear say "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please… mum", but the swooshing noise in her head made it hard to listen. She tried to speak but found herself unable to form any words. Instead she focused her energy on squeezing her daughter's hand. No, she hadn't lost everything about her existence. No matter how screwed up their relationship was, she was still somebody's mother. I'm Margot Bishop I'm Tessa's mum.
"Hang on, Margot. Help is coming. Don't fall asleep." she heard Ben say insistently. It was then that Margot realized she wasn't in pain any longer. Instead she felt cold and impossibly tired.
Maybe she hadn't lost Tessa, but Tessa was about to loose her. Margot tried to keep her focus on her daughter's face for as long as she could, as the lights surrounding her seemed to grow brighter, blurring out everything in her sight until she could see no more.