DISCLAIMER: NOTHING BELONGS TO ME, EXCEPT FOR THE CHARACTERS THAT I
CREATE. DON'T SUE. I'M POOR ANYWAY. YOU KNOW THE DEAL.
A/N: I WAS WATCHING PASSIONS TODAY AND AS YOU ALL KNOW, KAY HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE HOSPITAL. THE DOCTOR SAYS SHE DEVELIVERING PREMATURELY. THEN CHARITY HAD A PREMONITION AND SHE SAID THAT KAY WAS GOING TO LOSE HER BABY. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THAT.
I KNOW. IT'S CRAZY. I STILL HAVE WIPS TO FINISH AND I JUST STARTED A KAY FIC NOT TOO LONG AGO. BUT HEY, IM INSPIRED. WHY WASTE IT? HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.
ENJOY.
~*~
Kay cried for him.
Cried in desperation and fright.
Miguel had held her hand and promised that he would stand by her side.
And for that short time she believed him even when she knew that the girl who truly had his heart was just behind those white hospital curtains.
Hot tears stung her eyes, making her cheeks burn as she begged and begged someone to make the pain stop. Kay never let him go, even when she knew that her grip was crushing his fingers.
He sat by her side, his voice trying to soothe and calm her and she thought that this was it. She had finally won him.
And for a moment she had found perfect happiness again.
But the baby's wails never came and suddenly Dr. Russell was apologizing. In the distance, she could hear her mother crying.
She saw Miguel's face fall and at first, she wouldn't believe it. Then they were both crying and she apologized to him while she sobbed on his shoulder.
"Can we see the baby?" Kay asked; her voice cracking and her eyes bloodshot. Dr. Russell complied, feeling truly sorry for them.
She glanced back at Miguel and he was shaking his head, not wanting to see their stillborn child. Kay pleaded with him but he was adamant and so he let her hand go and walked away.
The baby came wrapped in one of those color coordinated blankets and she knew instantly that it was a girl. Her body trembled slightly as she cradled the child that was hers.
Her lips brushed the baby's still warm forehead as she tried desperately not to cry. She began to cry harder, holding the infant against her heart, willing it to live.
The nurses were crying and so was Dr. Russell.
Someone came into the room and pried the baby away from her, apologizing while doing so.
Kay wanted to ask Miguel back into the room but she knew that he was in Charity's arms by now, finding true comfort in her embrace.
Jessica walked into the room and hugged her tightly while Kay's body was wracked with sobs. "I'm so sorry." Jess managed to whisper through her own tears.
Kay continued to sob, not wanting to say anything. Not wanting to face any of them.
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She sat quietly on the chair as people came to her to say their condolences. She was clad in black, making her pale skin seem somewhat ghostly.
Kay wanted to scream at them but she remained perfectly still and silent.
"Honey," Grace said as she sat by her daughter. "Are you alright?"
Kay looked at her wanting to tell her that it was the stupidest question to ask someone who just buried their baby. "No." She said tearfully.
Grace sniffled as she moved her hand to rub Kay's back like she had always done when Kay was a little girl. "Is there anything you want?"
"I want Miguel to-"
"Kay, don't." Grace interrupted somewhat sternly. "This is your daughter's funeral. You can not be chasing him still."
Kay's eyes darkened. "I can't believe you." She whispered wearily. She wanted to yell at her mother. She wanted to tell her that she just wanted to see Miguel.
He had avoided her all day, even during the funeral.
"Let's not fight. And leave Miguel alone." Grace said firmly.
Kay bit her tongue. Now was not the time to snap back at her mother. "I'm going to get some air. Alone." She said instead and immediately rose from her seat before Grace could protest.
The fresh air and sunlight hit her like a tidal wave, making her reel slightly. She walked to find someplace to sit but once she spotted the bench, she kept on going.
Her pace hastened until finally she reached Tabitha's house. She hurried to her room and immediately went for her closet.
Unthinkingly, Kay grabbed a small duffel bag and stuffed it with the necessities. She shed the black clothes off and slipped into a pair of jeans and a shirt and sneakers.
On her way out, she grabbed the money that Tabitha hid in the cookie jar and scribbled a hasty 'dear Tabitha, thank you' on a piece of paper.
She reached the bus station within a few minutes and by that time, she wondered if anyone had noticed that she was gone.
"Where to, miss?" The man behind the counter whose nametag said Dave asked.
"Anywhere." Kay told him distractedly.
"Anywhere?" Dave echoed.
She shot him an annoyed him and then nodded. "Anywhere."
He smirked, finding her somewhat peculiar. He assumed she was running away. "Here's a ticket to New York then. That will be eighty five dollars."
"Eighty five dollars?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. Nothing's cheap nowadays." He smirked.
Kay grumbled something and handed him the amount. "Thanks." She said curtly.
"There's your bus." He pointed and she walked away without another word. Dave wondered who she was and why she looked so sad.
He would never find out.
Kay boarded the bus and found a seat by the window. She looked out as the bus started to drive away.
She shut her eyes tightly but forced them to open again so that she could take one last look at the town that she had lived all her life.
"Goodbye, Miguel." She whispered but there were no tears. She had them all and there was nothing left. "And goodbye Kay Bennett."
~*~
A/N: SO, DID ANYONE LIKE THAT? MAYBE I'LL LEAVE THIS AS A STAND ALONE BUT I DOUBT IT. IT REALLY DEPENDS ON THE FEEDBACK I GET AND HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE LEFT TO INCLUDE THIS TOO IN THE STUFF THAT I HAVE TO FINISH.
ANYWAY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. GOOD? BAD? IN BETWEEN? I ALWAYS APPREACIATE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AS LONG AS YOU DON'T FLAME ME.
ANYWAY, THANKS AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.
I LIVE AND WRITE FOR REVIEWS.
A/N: I WAS WATCHING PASSIONS TODAY AND AS YOU ALL KNOW, KAY HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE HOSPITAL. THE DOCTOR SAYS SHE DEVELIVERING PREMATURELY. THEN CHARITY HAD A PREMONITION AND SHE SAID THAT KAY WAS GOING TO LOSE HER BABY. THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY THAT.
I KNOW. IT'S CRAZY. I STILL HAVE WIPS TO FINISH AND I JUST STARTED A KAY FIC NOT TOO LONG AGO. BUT HEY, IM INSPIRED. WHY WASTE IT? HOPE YOU LIKE THIS.
ENJOY.
~*~
Kay cried for him.
Cried in desperation and fright.
Miguel had held her hand and promised that he would stand by her side.
And for that short time she believed him even when she knew that the girl who truly had his heart was just behind those white hospital curtains.
Hot tears stung her eyes, making her cheeks burn as she begged and begged someone to make the pain stop. Kay never let him go, even when she knew that her grip was crushing his fingers.
He sat by her side, his voice trying to soothe and calm her and she thought that this was it. She had finally won him.
And for a moment she had found perfect happiness again.
But the baby's wails never came and suddenly Dr. Russell was apologizing. In the distance, she could hear her mother crying.
She saw Miguel's face fall and at first, she wouldn't believe it. Then they were both crying and she apologized to him while she sobbed on his shoulder.
"Can we see the baby?" Kay asked; her voice cracking and her eyes bloodshot. Dr. Russell complied, feeling truly sorry for them.
She glanced back at Miguel and he was shaking his head, not wanting to see their stillborn child. Kay pleaded with him but he was adamant and so he let her hand go and walked away.
The baby came wrapped in one of those color coordinated blankets and she knew instantly that it was a girl. Her body trembled slightly as she cradled the child that was hers.
Her lips brushed the baby's still warm forehead as she tried desperately not to cry. She began to cry harder, holding the infant against her heart, willing it to live.
The nurses were crying and so was Dr. Russell.
Someone came into the room and pried the baby away from her, apologizing while doing so.
Kay wanted to ask Miguel back into the room but she knew that he was in Charity's arms by now, finding true comfort in her embrace.
Jessica walked into the room and hugged her tightly while Kay's body was wracked with sobs. "I'm so sorry." Jess managed to whisper through her own tears.
Kay continued to sob, not wanting to say anything. Not wanting to face any of them.
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She sat quietly on the chair as people came to her to say their condolences. She was clad in black, making her pale skin seem somewhat ghostly.
Kay wanted to scream at them but she remained perfectly still and silent.
"Honey," Grace said as she sat by her daughter. "Are you alright?"
Kay looked at her wanting to tell her that it was the stupidest question to ask someone who just buried their baby. "No." She said tearfully.
Grace sniffled as she moved her hand to rub Kay's back like she had always done when Kay was a little girl. "Is there anything you want?"
"I want Miguel to-"
"Kay, don't." Grace interrupted somewhat sternly. "This is your daughter's funeral. You can not be chasing him still."
Kay's eyes darkened. "I can't believe you." She whispered wearily. She wanted to yell at her mother. She wanted to tell her that she just wanted to see Miguel.
He had avoided her all day, even during the funeral.
"Let's not fight. And leave Miguel alone." Grace said firmly.
Kay bit her tongue. Now was not the time to snap back at her mother. "I'm going to get some air. Alone." She said instead and immediately rose from her seat before Grace could protest.
The fresh air and sunlight hit her like a tidal wave, making her reel slightly. She walked to find someplace to sit but once she spotted the bench, she kept on going.
Her pace hastened until finally she reached Tabitha's house. She hurried to her room and immediately went for her closet.
Unthinkingly, Kay grabbed a small duffel bag and stuffed it with the necessities. She shed the black clothes off and slipped into a pair of jeans and a shirt and sneakers.
On her way out, she grabbed the money that Tabitha hid in the cookie jar and scribbled a hasty 'dear Tabitha, thank you' on a piece of paper.
She reached the bus station within a few minutes and by that time, she wondered if anyone had noticed that she was gone.
"Where to, miss?" The man behind the counter whose nametag said Dave asked.
"Anywhere." Kay told him distractedly.
"Anywhere?" Dave echoed.
She shot him an annoyed him and then nodded. "Anywhere."
He smirked, finding her somewhat peculiar. He assumed she was running away. "Here's a ticket to New York then. That will be eighty five dollars."
"Eighty five dollars?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yeah. Nothing's cheap nowadays." He smirked.
Kay grumbled something and handed him the amount. "Thanks." She said curtly.
"There's your bus." He pointed and she walked away without another word. Dave wondered who she was and why she looked so sad.
He would never find out.
Kay boarded the bus and found a seat by the window. She looked out as the bus started to drive away.
She shut her eyes tightly but forced them to open again so that she could take one last look at the town that she had lived all her life.
"Goodbye, Miguel." She whispered but there were no tears. She had them all and there was nothing left. "And goodbye Kay Bennett."
~*~
A/N: SO, DID ANYONE LIKE THAT? MAYBE I'LL LEAVE THIS AS A STAND ALONE BUT I DOUBT IT. IT REALLY DEPENDS ON THE FEEDBACK I GET AND HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE LEFT TO INCLUDE THIS TOO IN THE STUFF THAT I HAVE TO FINISH.
ANYWAY, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. GOOD? BAD? IN BETWEEN? I ALWAYS APPREACIATE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AS LONG AS YOU DON'T FLAME ME.
ANYWAY, THANKS AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW.
I LIVE AND WRITE FOR REVIEWS.