Hey you guys!!!! Thanks for all the kind and encouraging reviews you gave me on the previous story. THIS IS A SEQUEL. So, if you haven't read the other one, you have to... or else! :)
Again this is in to particular order, if you read my other story, you would know what I'm talking about:
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I don't care if ur not reading this right now, but I forgot to thank you all. :)
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After this longish author note, here is the sequel to It Starts With a Ball, Ends With...
Life takes its toll in a mysterious way. Sandwiched between life and death, comes the girl.
The night of perfection was now a nightmare. Her life shattered into tiny bits and pieces, some never to be found until the judgement. For the young couple, walking hand in hand to the car, agitation was all that filled the air. The painful drive to the oh-so-familiar airport was agonizing. For one, Sonny Monroe, one of the most brightest rising stars in Hollywood was going through one of the worst things in her life. Two, Chad Dylan Cooper, an old friend and foe of Hollywood and its lights; was close to tears from the sound of Sonny's small wimpers that would escape every few seconds. She knew not the reality that her family was going through. Her brother had called just a few minutes ago at the night of her life. She remembered the scene of the lights softly dancing with the music, calming to a rest. The melodies of the night played over and over in her head like a broken CD player.
"Chad, you really don't have to do this." She looked at him, finding a parking spot.
"What if I want to," His eyes were focused on the car that was down the lot, coming out of it's space. "Yes," He exclaimed behind his clenched teeth as he slowly drove into the empty space.
"Okay, so." Sonny looked at Chad, having no idea of what to expect. "Where are you going to be?"
"In the corner reading news with huge sunglasses,"
"Yeah right. I don't want you to just be in the background."
"Then I'll go. I don't think I have a choice at this point in time."
"You're right," She looked down at the ground. She looked out at the city. Los Angeles, a city with its own kind of beauty. Different, in a good way. Just like Chad.
Without another warning, her phone set off in the ringtone that was heard earlier that night. "Who's calling,"
"Guess? Hello? Yes... of course.... I'm here."
"Who took you?" The voice of her brother was heard as clear as a bell from where she was.
"Chad,"
"Oh, whatever. Just come to the North American area of the place."
"Okay, see you." She hung up and stopped at the traffic light that was on red. She looked around, wiping her eyes carefully, and walked across the street. No recognition, no problems.
"So... your brother. What's his name?" Chad said trying to fill up the gap of silence.
"Tyler. Tyler G. Monroe." The sliding glass doors opened as they neared. "He's supposed to be here some- Oh, right there." She saw her brother sitting on a waiting bench by the bathrooms.
"Oh..." Chad's eyes drooped down realizing that other than Connie Monroe, he knew no other Monroe.
"Sonny!" Tyler exclaimed as he saw her little sister... hand in hand with Chad Dylan Cooper. "Oh, that Chad." He too dropped his face. He didn't sound sad, but he wasn't too thrilled.
"Well, I guess I'll be going then." Chad said sheepishly turning around. "Oh yeah, here." He gave her the note. It seemed forever since that night, bowling. He smiled at the memory but quickly brushed the thought away from his mind. Knowing that Sonny will not be there at work for the next few days would be just plain punishment. Even it their not "officially" dating, he liked her... a lot.
"Sonny,"
"Tyler, what's so wrong that I needed to..." Her voice trailed away as she stared her brother down. "Tyler,"
"Mom," He choked out the words, his eyes had expression. Frightning, new.
"Mom what?" Sonny said starting to embrace herself knowing that the worst was yet to come.
"Mom... she," Tyler gave a deep breath and continued. "mom was in a-a" He suddenly couldn't talk but was struck with shock still. "Mom, she was in an airplane a-accident."
Something suddenly hit Sonny, new. This was a night of new. Experiences, feelings, and emotions. Her body didn't react, her mind went numb. Her eyes started to twitch. What was happening? This does not happen to people. It's what people would feature on the 10 o'clock news. Not something that would ever happen to her. Total shock. What was she going to do? Her eyes flowed with tears after overcoming her shock and she held to her brother tightly. They both shared the pain. They didn't know what was to happen. Weather their mom was dead or alive, there was something that would keep them all together, family.
"So, that means I'm going h-home?" She trembled. Her home has been California for the past year. Now, she was to leave the place where it all started, and go to the place, the place where it may just end. "Yes?" She questioned her brother who was clearly not responding.
"Yes, for the month probably. We don't know if... well, if mom survived," It was no easy thing to say. Tyler felt the words sting his tongue with every syllable he managed to get out. His sister reached for his hand and squeezed it with all her might.
"D'ja get us plane tickets?"
"Yes, all ready to go." She picked up her dropped purse and looked at her hands. The note. The green note. Paper, just the size of a playing card. The same one that she gave to him a week ago. A week ago when everything was okay. A week ago felt like a year ago. Time takes its toll, but slowly. Very slowly.
"What you got there?" Tyler said, looking at the green slip of paper in Sonny's hand.