Author note- Hellp people..another story written by me (talesfromanother) and lilcutie0918. We are still doing "Say that you love me" but this is something new...we hope you like it. Also there are mentions about God and religion, we're not meant to be slander or offensive, please don't be offended by it.
Disclaimer- We don't own LWD.
Premonition
Prologue
August 11, 1990.
It was a hot humid day. The weatherman predicted, rain for that day and the rest of the week. It was also on that day that Abby Venturi; wife of prominent lawyer George Venturi, water broke and she was rushed to the hospital.
"Push!" Cried out the nursing assistants in the room.
Abby grunted and groaned in pain. The birth was complicated, fear of the baby not getting enough oxygen as it was being born was the biggest of all concern. Abby feared her baby would die before it even had a chance.
After many hours of pushing, a healthy baby of eight pounds- eight ounces came sliding out. They gave him the name Derek, no middle name, Venturi. At that moment, when Abby's eyes met his, she knew he was special. She knew he was destined for great things. He was gifted.
And how right she was. For as long as Derek could remember, which wasn't much. Only things pass the age of five, he would have strange feelings or premonitions.
One day, it was wet and rainy outside, for no reason what so ever Derek pointed to his mother's stomach and said "Baby."
Abby thought nothing of it, "You're silly, kiddo." She giggled while running her fingers through his curly hair.
Three days later, she got a call from her doctor saying, "Your blood work shows it's not a virus making you feel ill, but in fact that you are pregnant. Congratulations!"
Abby looked over at Derek sitting on the floor, he was playing with blocks and giggling… a shot of fear spread through her entire body and then slowly dissipated. Regular occurrence, such as that, happened countless of times.
Derek would stand, walk over, touch the phone and then it would ring. He would know when daddy was bringing home pizza, and mommy didn't need to cook. On occasion, he would give out the correct lotto numbers. "That's my boy." George would say while applauding him.
"Maybe we should play a few times and get out of debt." Abby would always shoot him her look of disapproval, the look that said, 'Don't encourage this.'
Another strange happening, the one that probably put Abby close to the edge, was when Derek was nine. Her aunt Meredith was coming down for a visit, and they were late picking her up from the airport.
Derek was hunched over the toilet vomiting violently," Truck, Fire, Pain, DEATH!." He cried in-between vomiting.
It was decided, George would go get her since Abby was pregnant; no divine providence from Derek, although he did suggest they paint the spare room pink, three weeks later Abby found out she was with child. "Daddy no! Please stay with me. You and mommy both." Derek screamed out in pain.
Abby called her aunt and told her of Derek's sickness. "I'll catch a cab and be there, in no time! Tell my little D-bear to feel better."
That was the last time Abby spoke to her aunt, an hour later they received a call saying her cab had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, she died instantly on impact. Abby's mouth gaped, open, she dropped the phone and fell to her knees.
Tears rain down her face; she looked over at Derek, lying on the coach sleeping, with moment of disgust, as though it was his fault. She didn't know why. She sobbed right there on the floor. Abby was not the religious type, she often wondered if she even believed in God or a higher being; she was sure something was out there. However, she was starting to wonder if her child was the omen, or possessed by something.
"Maybe if you went to church, did confession," She placed her hand on his face, tears where starting run down. "Start praying to the Jesus maybe, just maybe this will be lifted off you." She spoke as though he was possessed.
The worry in her eyes made Derek feel scared. She wiped her face with a Kleenex tissue, kissed him on his cheek, and walked out the room. In that instant, after the kiss on his cheek, he knew everything about his mom. Her hope, dreams, fears, desires. Her desires for another life, her desires for another man. It made Derek feel sick to his stomach. Six months later, Abby divorced George and left; Derek was ten, Edwin was seven, Marti was one.
They were all alone…
Derek felt responsible for his mother leaving.
Maybe I am possessed. If only I would have kept these to myself, she might still be here.
Derek knew his father would remarry, and that it wouldn't be with his mother, it disgusted him. The thought of his father with another woman made him sick.
Right there in his room Derek dropped to his knees and looked up to his ceiling. "I don't want this! I never asked for it. Because of this, my mother thinks I'm a demon and left." He shouted.
He wasn't sure who, or what he was shouting at, but he vowed to never use his ability again! The date was October 19, 2000. Ignore it he did.
When feelings or whatever would come to him, he sent them to the back of his mind, paying no attention what so ever. However, once you are blessed with something you can only run from it for so long, and Derek's seven years of running were about to come to an end.
Author's Note: We hope you liked it. Please review if you like. Also check out lilcutie0918's stories, and our other story we are writing (it's on her page)
-TalesFromAnother and lilcutie0918
