Authors Note: Hey guys! I have incorporated two new characters, to the storyline, out of my own interest. Hopefully you choose to read my story, with the exception of meeting two new peeps. The whole storyline from the Finale is all the same, just with a introduction of two teenagers. =D .
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Although that would be pretty sweet.=]
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Violet laid there awaiting what she felt like was her fate. She looked at the woman who was about to attempt to rip her baby from her body. Beginning to cry again, Violet let her eyes leak out and become blurry. It became something she couldn't handle not to do, she was waiting for the shooting pain in her abdomen but when she felt nothing and instead felt a smack across her cheek, her crying spat came to a halt.
"How am I suppose to go through this when your crying your eyes out? Stop it!" Katie said roughly at Violet.
"Katie, please…If we're friends then we can work through this, work as a team." Violet said weakly sensing her crying spat would return from the tightness in her throat.
"I said we could've been friends Doctor Turner, hence could have been, if you hadn't stolen my baby!" Again Katie roughly said, she darted her eyes down at Violet.
"Right…I forgot." Violet said nodding in dismay. It wasn't that Violet wanted to be friends with her, hell, Katie Kent wasn't ever going to be seeing Violet again, if Violet had the chance to live. Violet wanted nothing to do with this monster of a woman, this feign, no…this psychopath. She hated associating her patient as a psychopath but in every which way, Katie Kent was. Furthermore for the first time, Violet Turner's hope for her patient's wellness, had slipped out right from her palms.
"But don't worry, I'll explain how you hosted for it." She said with the most docile voice.
'"It', is a baby, a baby boy. Katie, the 'It' your talking about, has been inside me for nine months. Please, as your doctor help me understand how you believe I would be capable placing the baby inside me?"
"Doctor Turner, Doctor Turner..." Katie said sighing. "Look, I don't need to explain anymore to you, you are not my doctor after tonight." Shit, Violet even knew that one. "And, I, for a while now, have not needed a doctor or those ludicrous pills." Katie explained. "I don't need you at all, lies, lies…Lies!" Katie said harshly. "You're such a liar Doctor Turner, how could I have trusted you at all!?" She said quickly changing her mood and laughing euphorically.
"Katie, you need to relax, as your doctor I'm trying to help you seek the truth, not trying to lie to you. That's the opposite of my job. You know that." Violet said defending herself in a soft manner.
"Relax?! More like you need to relax! God what more can I do, to get you to just stop?!" Katie said in a frustrated tone while shaking her hands in front of her face and closing her eyes tightly. "Water! Yes, you need some water to cool you down. To let you realize, I have seeked the truth like you say, although I have seeked the truth without you. I'll be back." Katie got up quickly leaving Violet laying on the wood floor.
Violet looked around hopelessly for maybe any answers to the hostile environment she had been in. Looking around near her body and the area around her, she spotted her blackberry which had fallen closely out of her pant pocket. Maybe she could make a call, no, she couldn't. She had no time for a hopeless hostile hotline, however, she was desperate. For a moment in time she tried to grab the phone, forgetting she was paralyzed but came back to realization. Although she was able to wiggle her finger tips some what, the most miraculous occurrence of all, was, Violet could faintly feel his soccer ball kicks up into her ribs. The drug must have been wearing off finally. Never did she think that the once painful jabs into her chest cavity would have been the most uplifting factor in her lifetime. Her heart swarmed with happiness and she began to tear up, it was all about her baby boy. What had happened tonight helped her understood exactly how a parent's emotions could pour from them as they expressed their child's life was worth saving then their own. If she wasn't going to live, she hoped and prayed he, her Bug, her boy, would live a long and healthy life instead.
She could hear the water running from the other room. It stopped and she could hear the commencement of hostilities clatter closer to her. The heart wrenching fear who had invaded her home and her happiness came shuffling back to her side. It positioned it's hands on her back lifting her up in a sitting position. She helped Violet buckled her knees close to her body for some stableness. She took the water, and was about to pretend to take a drink when the soothing warmness flooded out. It smelled horrible, and as she looked down to what it looked like as if she had wet her pants, was her broken water. Her water had broken right before her and Katie's eyes. Katie looked at the fluid with surprise and swerved her head towards Violet with heated eyes. Violet looked back stunned.
"How dare you try and stall me again!" Katie's nose flared and she splashed the cup of water into Violet's face, accentuating the blood that ran down the victim's appearance.
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Addison sat against the wall as the little girl beside her drew numerous pictures. It felt like it had been an eternity but it had only been five minutes. Addison couldn't take it, not this, not here, not close to Noah nor Morgan. She had to get out of there. But what about Betsy? She left a little note upon one of the pieces of Betsy's paper and explained to Dell thoroughly that she had Betsy safely with her.
Where would she go though? Something refreshing and something Betsy would be happy with. She thought for a while and finally came across a small park. It had the head lights on and a few teenagers had been hanging out. Their loud voices traveled through the whole park, but Addison didn't mind. She figured as long as they weren't killing themselves, why not.
"How bout the swings Betsy?" Addison said walking along side the little girl, hand in hand with her.
"Sure! Yah, their my favorite!" Betsy said happily up at Addison.
Addison smiled down at Betsy and chuckled from her amusement of the little girl. "They are?! The swings were my favorite too when I was your age. My brother Archer and I always used to ride our bikes down to the park." The reached the swings and both hopped on individual ones that were neighboring next to each other.
"I can swing so high Addison! Watch!" Betsy said, her pure innocent voice. The voice of a simple beautiful child. Addison smiled as she gently rocked on the swing. She watched the little girl begin to take off. Watching Betsy swing enjoying life cured her swollen sad heart. Her mind was taken off of Noah and she instead was quickly amused by the little tike. The no worries of a child, she wish she could revisit those days.
Addison soon became wrapped up within the moment and she laughed. "I bet I can swing higher girlie!" She began to take off, kicking off her shoes and swinging her legs back and forth.
"Nuh uhh!" Betsy said gaining more height. "I'm a professional at this, I beat my daddy all the time!"
"You're a pro huh? Well who says a pro can't be beat by a pro, I'm one too, yah know!" Addison said back in a cheerful tone as she remembered her childhood at the playground.
The two continued to swing for a little longer and then both decided on ice cream after. Once there the phone rang. Who could it be…? Only Noah.
Addison stared at her smart phone, if it was such a smart phone it should be able to block all unwanted calls, Addison thought to herself. Although as much as she didn't want to pick up, something inside made her longed for her too still.
She hesitated but picked up. "Hi."
"Why did you leave?" Noah gently asked.
"I had too Noah."
"Why?"
"Do I really have to explain? Noah you should be with Morgan and the baby right now."
"Morgan and the baby are fine. My daughter is perfect but, if we just came forth with it to Morgan it would be even more perfect."
"You're right. Noah, you are, because you have a perfect little miracle baby in there and you should just be happy with her, and that she's healthy. Don't you understand?" Addison said frustrated, she could feel tears in the mists.
"No, I clearly don't Addison, I want to be with you and only you. Morgan should have better life too, we both know we aren't in love with each other anymore. And even seeing my daughter, I know she still cannot bring both of us together."
"Look Noah, my mother was cheated on for years, years! And I would stand in the office lobby, waiting, while he screwed his no good dirty secretary Mary. The assistant, Roxanne, she would sit with me, and ask about my day….she did, not my father, he was too busy screwing around. And Roxanne knew it, my brother Archer knew it, my mother knew it, we all knew it. We all came second to him. Now, you love that little girl and you treat her like she comes first. I'm third because Morgan is second. " Addison desperately fought tears. "Not me, I can't do this to another woman, I can't. Seeing my mother hurt all those years, I would hate to be known in my mind as dirty Mary, the one to hurt my mother, the one to hurt your little baby girl's mother. I'm not a dirty Mary." Addison concluded with Noah. She hung up her phone and put it down on her lap. Her tears began to form, as sat in the parking lot of Markies Creams. She wiped them away but they continued to come. She wanted Noah, she wanted him badly and she knew it, but she couldn't do that to Morgan, her client, her patient. She hated thinking she may be the cause of another divorce, she never wanted to feel like a dirty Mary. She hated that secretary so much, and she wasn't about to hate herself again. This is what Santa Monica was all about, a new start on life, not revisiting her past experiences as a cheater. For Addison knew, she was better than that, even if that meant fleeting from the man she yearned for.
"Addison? Are you Okay?" Betsy said from Addison's back seat.
"Yah, yah, don't worry sweetie I'm okay." She said back at Betsy, recollecting herself.
"Okay well if you need to talk about it, I'm here." She said nodding at her confidently.
"Well thanks so much sweetie, hearing that makes me feel a lot better." She said turning back smiling at the little girl.
"Addison?" Called from a voice.
Addison looked around outside to see Pete holding two concretes. "Pete? What are you doing here?"
"I was getting Violet and I ice cream, I thought you were delivering Noah's kid?"
"Yah, well, I guess, when you have a history together, delivering his kid isn't as easy as I imagined." She said rolling her eyes.
"I guess so." He said nodding. "You'll be okay, don't worry." He said with concern for her.
"How can I not worry though, he's…he's…Noah." Addison said with a huff.
Pete chuckled at her sarcasm. "Look Addison, if your really against doing it, then don't. But it's your choice. And what ever choice you make, if you feel its right, its right. But don't do it because you think its wrong."
"I guess, but really, what if what I want, is not to do the wrong thing. And what if the wrong thing in my mind is what I don't want to happen?"
"Then don't do it but, do what you believe is right." He said looking at her with honesty.
She smiled softly. "Thanks Pete, I appreciate it."
He rubbed her hand that had been resting on the window. "Anytime." He smiled. "Look have you heard from Violet? I haven't been able to get a hold of her all night."
"No I have not, maybe she's resting." She said with a concerned face. "I would suggest going to her house, checking on her, that baby probably just has her zoned out."
"Well that is where I'm going." He said holding up the concretes with a smile.
"Oh yes! We'll have a good time, and if she's concerned about anything, give me a call." Addison said with a smile.
"I will." He said and walked back over to his bike which was right next to Addison's.
Addison watched him walk back, if she knew one thing, Pete was one of the good ones. He had no conflicting issues about his wife or family problems. He was just Pete and he could make any woman happy. But what did Addison want? Noah, and even if he did have conflicting issues, besides that, he wasn't too far from perfect. He wanted Addison and Addison wanted him…Shouldn't that be enough? After all, that was all Addison wanted right? That's what she wanted, a new life, and someone who wanted her just as much.
Was that bad?
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"Great, now I need to get towels!" Katie said angrily. "Where do you keep your towels?"
"Up stairs, there is a closet to your left at the top of the stairs." Violet said answering Katie calmly who had just placed her back on the floor. Violet's although sounded calm, her blood was pumping fanatically from realization that she had gone into labor.
Katie got up and ran upstairs. The phone rang four times, Katie must have been confused, it wasn't that hard to find the towels. If Katie was so lost with finding the towels, Violet began to think following the directions to deliver the baby wouldn't go smoothly, in fact probably incredibly wrong. The answering machine came on as Katie emerged from upstairs.
"Hey Aunt Vi, it's me, Mykie. Sorry I'm coming home late, Dwayne and I had just got some ice cream after practice. Call me back if you get this. Alright Bye!"
"Who was that?! And they're coming home?!" Katie said with confusion.
"Uh, my niece."
"And she's coming here?!" Katie said kneeling down next to Violet and picking her back up in the sitting position.
"Ughhhh!" Violet said leaning her head back. She didn't want to carry on with the conversation with her about her niece coming with her boy friend. She wanted them to come and save the day. "Ow…" Violet said with a frightened look, pretending to be having contractions to take Katie's mind of her niece.
"How painful are they?" Katie said fretful.
"Enough to bother me." She said with a strain her voice. Violet wanted so bad for her niece and her boy friend to come there. I mean who wouldn't? Don't be late, don't take long Mykie….please. Thought Violet. She zoned out thinking about her niece and how she was the first child she actually thoroughly cared for.
Mykie was not truly Violet's niece, but really she was Cooper's. Mykie always had been one of Violet's favorites in Cooper's big Jewish family. It all started when Mykie was five and Cooper had brought along his new found best friend to one of his family seders for Passover. Since then, Cooper always brought along Violet, his family adored her and his mother always asked when Violet and Cooper would finally get married. If that wasn't embarrassing enough at the seder table then, Violet and Cooper didn't know what was but Violet didn't care, his family had been a second family to her.
As years went by, Mykie and Violet became close, just like Cooper and Mykie had been before. Soon after when Mykie was 10 she proudly attacked Violet in a huge embrace smiling up at her saying how happy she was that Aunt Vi was finally here with Uncle Coop. Violet didn't mind the new name she had been given and some what liked it. Even if Violet had said over the years, she didn't like kids, Mykie was an exception, she was a different type of kid. She was independent and interesting. She had a total different outlook on life.
On one Tuesday morning, the authentic music and art store that Mykie's parents owned, was robbed. It was full of expensive cameras, guitars, her father's Japanese inspiration paintings that hung elegantly, and it had its own tattoo and photo shop in the back as well. Sadly, in L.A. robbery came with a poisonous partner, death. On that Tuesday morning, not only were her parents robbed but they were murdered also. Their cameras stolen, Fenders and Gibson's taken or destroyed, the canvas' ripped apart, ink spewed all over and glass shavings covered the floor. That's when Mykie came to live up north, northern California to be exact with Cooper's parents, her grandparents. And that's when Cooper began to say he was an only child. Mykie was only 12.
The loss of Cooper's sister and her husband was horrendous and it struck Violet a lot. Mykie lost her sense of direction for a while, and became a quite scared little girl. Violet understood every detail of Mykie's reaction to her parents death since she was a therapist. With the exception of being a therapist, she knew the behavioral patterns in children when coping with death. Many nights she spent on the phone with Mykie trying to bring the real Mykie back to life.
Now Mykie was 17, a junior in high school and she was a completely normal teenager. Like Violet knew from the start Mykie was a strong individual and she knew that eventually the real Mykie would appear again. That she had. She was back to herself, sure the nightmares sometimes came back…but Mykie stuck through it and was back to the real girl she had always been and that everyone loved. Cooper's spunky little punk had returned.
At the beginning of the new semester, Mykie's grandparents and Cooper both decided the young girl needed to exercise her impressive art skills even more. This meant, sending Mykie to live with Cooper, so that she could attended an intense Art's Academy for high school students in L.A.. But Cooper was living with Violet. No matter though, Violet was just as happy to welcome Mykie into her home just as she had with Cooper. It was like old times, and it brought a sense of tranquility to Violet. She loved that little punk who had just called her house.
"Hello?!!? Doctor Turner?! Are you in there!?" Katie said to the zoned out Violet.
Violet shook her head. "Oh…sorry. I--ugh. Where you saying something. I'm sorry Katie I should have been listening to you."
"Yah, you should've!"
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"I said are you settled now? Like can I get started already!?" She said anxiously.
"…Katie please. Let me go." Violet whined, the water from her face that had been splashed on was now running down her neck The blood had dyed the water, giving her broken nose a more gruesome impression.
"Ha! That's funny!" She said, still holding her up with her hand..
"But really, do the good thing Katie." She whined.
"I am." She rested Violet down again and began to whip Violet's water up, it still smelled and it made Violet gag.
Violet watched Katie assemble the internet bought surgical supplies. Violet looked away as Katie began to make her way for Violet's abdomen. Violet quickly looked back at Katie with an idea.
"Katie…Wait!" Violet said in a panicked voice.
"Ugh! What Doctor Turner? What?!"
"You,…Said that I wouldn't survive this…and your correct." Violet gulped as she became teary eyed. "But, if you kill me, my-the baby can die as well, Katie…"
"How?! How! If I get him out quick enough he wont! You told me the directions!"
"He could become distressed leading into shock, and Katie we don't want the baby to go into stress now do we?" Violet said weakly praying on her last words. She was having a bad feeling that hope had already left along time ago.
"No! No, Doctor Turner! You are trying to stall me, I know you are! And, I told you already I'll work fast! He wont go into shock or become distressed! He wont!" Katie said in a harsh voice back at Violet.
Violet looked away crying, tears streaming down, she hyperventilated quickly and closed her eyes trying to relax. She had to picture her happy place, because this was it, hope had been lost and Katie Kent was now about to take her life. She began to imagine her baby. She pictured a little baby boy, small and tiny, and he was his mother's son. Her heart melted with the thought of his precious little face, the face she had begun to imagine him to wear the night she found out he was a boy. His thin brown hair clung to his little head from still being a new born and his tiny long fingers clenched back and forth.
"Doctor Turner, I'm sorry, but like I said… You know it would have been different if you hadn't in the first place." Katie's horrible voice interrupted Violet's fantasy. Violet looked at her and was clue less on what to say. She stared right at Katie, with a sulk upon her face. Suddenly a door had opened. The back door. Who had it been? Violet's heart fluttered happily with the thought of the saviors from the phone message. "Whose there?!?! Intruder state your name!" Katie called irately.
"Aunt Vi? That doesn't sound like you but sorry, Dwayne and I decided to get some dessert after art and theatre prac---Woah! Who the hell are you?!" Mykie had just entered from the kitchen door which had the back door nested in it. She stared down at Katie with a frightful look upon her face. Dwayne followed behind her, his eyes widening at the scene. Someone else followed behind as well.
"Violet! Oh lord, oh good God! Katie what have you done?!" Sheldon said eyeing the situation in horror.
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Authors Note: =D I hope you guys liked the first chapter, and if it goes well I'll upload the second. Hopefully you'll press the cute little button at the bottom ;D.
