Hey all, so I finish a story only to add a story. Funny huh? Anyway this is another installment to Francesca's made up life. So of course something bad will happen to her. But she'll live through it like always.
I don't know if many of you will get my inspiration for this but it came by MMPR the original series, just before Kim leaves when she has her accident and also from what I seen of the great NJJ.
Just seemed like this is his character.
This is prologue and it won't happen in story for few chapters I just want to know if it interests anyone.
Perfection.
It was a word he knew very well. A word he lived by just about every day of his life.
It was also the word responsible for the unconscious, possibly paralyzed, little girl in the bed beside him.
Because he had to teach it to her. Because he wanted her to be like him just like he wanted his brothers to be like him. Because everything in life had to be prefect.
He just never realized Perfection could be so bad. So very wrong. Who knew perfection could do so much damage?
Who knew Perfection could take over his life? His soul?
He didn't, that was for sure. If he did, maybe he'd have let her just have fun with her gymnastics.
There were too many ifs now. If was also another word he overused. He judged everything as though it were a flaw and then he made it perfect.
"I am so sorry Francesca…you never should have listened to me" he murmured then bending his head letting tears fall to her unmoving hand.
He heard the door open but didn't bother to turn around. It was always the same anyway. She had been here three days now and nothing changed.
He could feel the four eyes baring into him and he knew they blamed him.
They hadn't said it but he knew he was to blame.
"It's time to go Nicky" one finally spoke. His voice was calm and not at all full of hatred he knew should be there.
Nick Lucas nodded and brushed his eyes till they were clear of any tear.
He clutched her hand vowing to return every time he could.
He walked to the waiting boys and the one who spoke put his arm around his shoulders.
"Stop letting this guilt eat at you Nicky…you're not too blame" he said and Nick nodded but Joe saw it was just an act for him.
"He's right Nicholas…you only said what you believed in and you are correct…if we didn't care about what we do, no one else would" Kevin added.
Nick nodded again but it didn't do any good they knew.
Nick was just that kind of person. He thrived for perfection in everything and now he tried to perfect his favorite girl and she wound up in a hospital because of it.
Because she overworked herself and fell. Because he told her to keep trying till she had perfection. But it wasn't as though he forced her. He only advised her that if anything was worth having it should be as perfect as it could be.
So Francesca Nathalie Lucas found herself all day at the gym working on a cartwheel on a balance beam. She was quite good but every time she did it she saw a flaw and tried again.
After about forty-nine tries her arms got heavy. Her fiftieth was the one she slipped on.
She had been alone but it was lucky a certain brunette loved a good workout as much as she did or she could have been there till morning.
Nick Lucas stuffed his hands in his pockets and quickened his pace. He then turned that into a jog and quickly outdistanced his brothers.
He knew -no matter what anyone said- that he was entirely to blame for Francesca's fall and that kind of guilt couldn't be banished.
Okay there is my prologue. I'll make chapter one soon when Frankie is awake and make it a story but only if I can get at least three reviews please.
I just need a few people to say its good because I am doing my very best here.
Thanks for reading.