A/N: So, here is the second part to Sometimes. I hope you like it. Please
review and tell me what you think. It's probably pretty obvious what's
going to ahppen, but hey, orgininality was never my strong point! Enjoy-
Kiera
Chapter One: Anyone
People said it was just one of those things and it could of happened to anyone. But it wasn't anyone that it happened to, it was her, Alexandra Orton on the last day of her honeymoon. Everyday she'd been in France, Alex had gotten up early and left Randy asleep while was walked by herself. She needed sometime to think, time alone where she wouldn't ahve to worry that Randy would guess John occupied her thoughts. She couldn't help remembering sitting in his garden after the wedding, his arms around her not wanting to leave. Torrie had turned up all too soon, pulling her away, warning that Randy was getting suspicious and that she ahd to leave. There was no goodbye. That night, as she sat on the bed in the hotel room, waiting for Randy to come out of the bathroom, Alex wondered if it was possible that you could let 'the one' go. Her inner voice had started up at that point, reminding her of all the reasons she hadn't gone back with him, trust, her duty to Randy.
"But still," she'd reminded herself. "I'm not angry with him anymore."
It didn't matter. She couldn't trust him and had she suddenly forgotten about her husband who'd be out in two minutes, ready to celebrate getting married? Of course she hadn't. Randy was constantly there, always grabbing her hand as if to prove to him, her and everyone else that they where married and that was an unbreakable bond. That night, John had asked Alex what would they do, would they still see each other? She hadn't known. She refused to be his mistress, to cheat on Randy. Alex stopped at a small stall and began shifting through leather braclets in front of her, wondering if she should get Torrie one, when she felt her wedding ring slid off her finger. Alex turned and saw it roll into the empty road before stopping. She sighed and followed it. She must of told Randy her ring size a hundred times and he still got it wrong. Alex bent down and slid it back on her finger, it felt odd still, almost unwelcome. There was a loud noise from the side of her, a horrible blur and she saw the fender of a car speeding towards her. Alex didn't move, she didn't have time to stand up straight. The car made impact with her side and her head, she flew backwards through the air before landing a few feet away. Her shopping bangs scattered, causing a point of impact circle and her wedding ring was gone, but no-one noticed. Four hours later her husband found out after a phone call from the police and when he arrived at the hospital she was still in theater. Even if they'd been speaking perfect english, Randy wouldn't have understood what they'd been telling him, his mind was a blur.
"She could die." was all he could think. "She could die."
Doctors patted him on the back and gave a sympathetic look.
"It could ov 'appened to anyone. Your vife vos very unlucky." They told him.
But it hadn't been anyone. It was Alex. his wife. It happened to her.
Chapter One: Anyone
People said it was just one of those things and it could of happened to anyone. But it wasn't anyone that it happened to, it was her, Alexandra Orton on the last day of her honeymoon. Everyday she'd been in France, Alex had gotten up early and left Randy asleep while was walked by herself. She needed sometime to think, time alone where she wouldn't ahve to worry that Randy would guess John occupied her thoughts. She couldn't help remembering sitting in his garden after the wedding, his arms around her not wanting to leave. Torrie had turned up all too soon, pulling her away, warning that Randy was getting suspicious and that she ahd to leave. There was no goodbye. That night, as she sat on the bed in the hotel room, waiting for Randy to come out of the bathroom, Alex wondered if it was possible that you could let 'the one' go. Her inner voice had started up at that point, reminding her of all the reasons she hadn't gone back with him, trust, her duty to Randy.
"But still," she'd reminded herself. "I'm not angry with him anymore."
It didn't matter. She couldn't trust him and had she suddenly forgotten about her husband who'd be out in two minutes, ready to celebrate getting married? Of course she hadn't. Randy was constantly there, always grabbing her hand as if to prove to him, her and everyone else that they where married and that was an unbreakable bond. That night, John had asked Alex what would they do, would they still see each other? She hadn't known. She refused to be his mistress, to cheat on Randy. Alex stopped at a small stall and began shifting through leather braclets in front of her, wondering if she should get Torrie one, when she felt her wedding ring slid off her finger. Alex turned and saw it roll into the empty road before stopping. She sighed and followed it. She must of told Randy her ring size a hundred times and he still got it wrong. Alex bent down and slid it back on her finger, it felt odd still, almost unwelcome. There was a loud noise from the side of her, a horrible blur and she saw the fender of a car speeding towards her. Alex didn't move, she didn't have time to stand up straight. The car made impact with her side and her head, she flew backwards through the air before landing a few feet away. Her shopping bangs scattered, causing a point of impact circle and her wedding ring was gone, but no-one noticed. Four hours later her husband found out after a phone call from the police and when he arrived at the hospital she was still in theater. Even if they'd been speaking perfect english, Randy wouldn't have understood what they'd been telling him, his mind was a blur.
"She could die." was all he could think. "She could die."
Doctors patted him on the back and gave a sympathetic look.
"It could ov 'appened to anyone. Your vife vos very unlucky." They told him.
But it hadn't been anyone. It was Alex. his wife. It happened to her.