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A/N: Here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy! I have an outline already created for this story with different "future" events. I'm not sure how long the story will actually be, however I'm already to chapter twelve and there are still a lot of things that I plan on happening. So, I am confident that this story will end up being at least thirty chapters... maybe more.
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"Where there is love there is life." ~ Mohandas K. Gandhi
Where There is Love… There is Life
Chapter 2: Big-Girl Panties
BPOV
The short amount of time it took for Mrs. Tress to open the door to Maddy's room seemed to take forever. Without even realizing it, I had somehow followed her inside. It seemed that our presence had gone unnoticed by Maddy, who was sitting up in her bed coloring. Although it was clear that people had entered her room, she made no attempt to acknowledge us. I was just about to speak to her when Mrs. Tress decided to speak instead.
"Well… good morning, Madeline! How are you?"
Nothing. That was Maddy's response. Absolutely nothing! She didn't even look up… she didn't stop coloring… she had no physical response to Mrs. Tress… let alone us at all. This fact didn't seem to deter Mrs. Tress though.
"Wow! That sure is a lovely picture you're coloring. I see that you're using blue a lot. Is that your favorite color?"
Still nothing. If I didn't know any better, I'd think that Maddy had lost her ability to hear as a result of the wreck, but I knew for a fact that she hadn't. So, she was purposely ignoring Mrs. Tress… and I wasn't really sure why. As I started going through the reasons in my head, I started to get worried that she'd gone into shock or was suffering from a mental breakdown due to her parents' death. Since I had no experience with kids, I started to freak myself out with all of the "what ifs" and the fact that I had no clue what the fuck I was doing.
My brain started warring with my conscious. My brain was telling me to run… "Get out while you can. This is too much. You have no clue about kids. Hell, you still go out and party like a 'kid'… you're too young to be responsible for anyone else… let alone three little ones." My conscious was screaming at me to "calm the fuck down" and that it was time to put on my 'big girl panties.' These are Gabby's kids and it's time to step up and take responsibility for these kids and myself.
It seemed that at some point during my internal battle my mouth had decided to go completely AWOL because one minute I'm standing there watching the train wreck of Mrs. Tress trying to talk to Maddy, then the next minute I'm addressing Maddy myself.
"You know, I always enjoyed coloring when I was growing up." I said. At the sound of my voice, Maddy's head jerked up to my direction immediately and then she shocked me when she finally spoke up.
"You look like my Mom." She hesitated for a moment. "Well… kinda like my Mom. Your hair is darker and your eyes are a different color, but you still look like her." She said almost like she was talking out loud to herself. "You're my Aunt Bella, right?" She asked.
I simply nodded yes, then she said, "What took you so long?" It was a simple question, but it tore right through my heart. Not even ten minutes ago, I had been contemplating running for the hills, scared of a little girl. I was being so selfish. Not once did I even think about what she had been going through. She had lost both of her parents; she hadn't seen her brother and sister in days; she was probably scared out of her mind. God… I am such a bitch!
"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. I just heard from Officer Garcia this morning and I got here as soon as I could." I said, trying to fight off the tears and sobs that were trying to get out.
"So, do you have my brother and sister with you?" She asked.
"No, honey, I came here to see you first. You and I are going to get your brother and sister tomorrow." I told her. Maddy simply nodded her head and then looked over to Mrs. Tress.
"Good, because she took them away and I haven't seen them since. I miss them." A few tears started to fall from her eyes. Without even thinking, I quickly walked over to her bed and put my arms around her. She continued to silently cry. I was sure she was crying for more than missing her brother and sister, but neither one of us spoke about her parents. I simply held her. I felt some of my own tears start to fall from my eyes.
"I know, honey, but she was simply doing her job. Officer Garcia and Mrs. Tress were trying to find me and it took several days. Your brother and sister aren't hurt, but they still need to be taken care of, just like you. But, unlike you, they don't have any nurses that can watch them. So, Mrs. Tress made sure to find some nice people they could stay with – you know, like a sleepover, until I could get here." I'm not sure if what I was saying had any impact on her, but I hated to see her cry. She simply nodded her head and then mumbled, "I know, but I still miss them."
I leaned down and kissed her forehead, "I know, I know. But, the good news is that we're going to get them and bring them home tomorrow." I don't know where this nurturing side was coming from but I found myself wanting to protect her at all cost. As I looked down at her, I was able to get a really good look at her for the first time.
She had a cut on the left side of her head. It was about three inches long and it had several stitches. Her jawbone on her left side was black and blue and I could see other cuts and bruises on her arms. "How are you feeling, Maddy?" I asked. She looked up at me with a watery smile and said, "My Mom and Dad call… I mean, called me Maddy."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I won't call you that again, if it bothers you." I said trying not to panic.
She quickly shook her head back and forth and then quickly said "No, no, no… I like that name so much better then Madeline." She seemed to spit out 'Madeline' like it was poisonous and then she looked over at Mrs. Tress like she wanted to personally slap her. If the whole situation wasn't so fucked up, I probably would have laughed, but the reality of it all made the laugh die in my throat. I simply nodded my head.
Not sure how to respond to her mentioning her parents, I continued to hold her. Mrs. Tress took this opportunity to speak up, "Well, I'm sure you're tired, so we're going to go ahead and leave for now. Your Aunt will be back here tomorrow to take you home." Maddy looked up at me with big eyes and said, "Why can't I go home with you now? I don't want to stay here anymore; I just want to go home!" Her voice started to get louder and louder with each statement. I softly put my hands on each side of her face and looked into her eyes.
"I know, honey, but they can't release you to go home until tomorrow." I looked back and Mrs. Tress and asked, "What time will I be able to pick her up tomorrow?"
Mrs. Tress blinked at me and said, "Umm… I'm not sure, but I'll go check." Then she quickly wobbled out the door.
Maddy took the opportunity to speak up. "I don't like her!" I laughed quietly and pulled back to look at her. I couldn't help but smile down at her.
"Really? Hmm. I couldn't tell." She looked up at me and shrugged her shoulders. I saw a small smile playing on her lips, but it soon faded when she looked towards the door of her hospital room.
"Aunt Bella?"
"Yes."
"Who are those two men?"
"Oh, the man in the police uniform, that is Officer Garcia. He's the one who called me this morning to let me know that I needed to come here for the three of you." She looked up at me then back at Officer Garcia, then nodded her head.
"The other man, the one in the suit, that's Breeland Cummings. He's a friend of your Mom and Dad… umm…" I didn't want to go into all of the stuff that Mr. Cummings was helping me with so I simply said, "He's here to make sure that you and your brother and sister can go home with me tomorrow."
I braced myself for more questions, but they never came she looked at both of the men and then up at me again. Slowly, she moved away from me, so that we weren't hugging anymore. I started to panic that something I'd said about Officer Garcia or Mr. Cummings upset her, but she simply picked up her crayons and started coloring again.
"So, you like to color, too?" She asked me. Well, I guess that was it. Huh, that was simple.
I smiled and told her yes. We carried on with our conversation, while I helped her color; we talked about silly things simply getting to know each other. While talking with her, I noticed that for being seven-years-old, she was very mature and really smart. I could see so many characteristics of Gabby in her. The thought made me happy, sad, and guilty all at once. Happy because it was like being young again myself, hanging out with Gabby coloring; sad because she did remind me so much of my sister who was now gone; and guilty because I've wasted so much time… precious time that I'll never be able to get back with my sister or with my nieces and nephew. I decided at that moment that I would make it up to them and my sister. I was going to make sure that I took care of her kids like my life depended on it. I owed this to Gabby; she gave up so much of her own, young life looking after me. It was now my turn to return the favor.
After a little while, Mrs. Tress returned and said that Maddy would be able to go home tomorrow morning at eleven o'clock. We decide to meet back at Maddy's room at ten-thirty in the morning and she promised Maddy that she would be bringing her brother and sister with her.
I hugged and kissed Maddy on the forehead, told her goodnight, and wished her a good nights' sleep. After nodding her head 'yes' she questions me again, confirming that she will see me tomorrow. I can see the tears starting to well up in her eyes so I put my hand on her right cheek and with as much conviction I can muster I say, "You will… I promise!" She gives me a small smile and starts to lie down on her bed. I take the opportunity to tuck her in, the action just comes naturally to me, and I give her one final kiss on the forehead.
As we all start to walk out of Maddy's room, I'm the last one to reach the door. As I'm about to walk through the doorway, I look back at her over my shoulder and she waves at me. I smile and say, "Sweet dreams," and then walk out of her room, closing the door behind me.
Once we all make it back out into the waiting room, we finalize our plans for tomorrow and then tell Mrs. Tress good night. As Mrs. Tress is walking away, Mr. Cummings, Officer Garcia, and I stay and talk for a little longer. It's decided that we will all meet at the E.R. waiting room at Parkland. Once we're all in agreement, we slowly make our way outside to our perspective rides.
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The bright fluorescent lights seem to bounce off of the stark white walls and ceramic floors. There is an eerie silence that engulfs the hallway. Things that normally would simply be overlooked are screaming out to me for recognition; the dingy grout between the tiles on the floor, the fingerprints on the pictures lining the hallway, a small crumpled receipt lying in the corner on the floor – disregarded by its owner. All details that normally would go unnoticed, but I'm drawn to them because it's easier to focus on them instead of where I'm headed and what I'm about to do.
Suddenly, I'm stopped just shy of running into Officer Garcia as he stops to open the door in front of us. He motions for me to walk ahead. I can feel Mr. Cummings behind me; I seem to be able to sense everything and then nothing at all. I'm cold and then at the same time, I feel like I'm burning up. I feel like I'm going to be sick. Oh, my God! I can't do this!
Officer Garcia walks over to a man who looks to be in his late forties. He has curly dark brown hair that isn't short, but it isn't long either. Garcia proceeds to shake his hand and then I realize that he actually just said my name.
"I'm sorry… what?" I say trying to appear like I'm not freaking out about where I am.
"This is Dr. Nicoli, he is a Pathologist. He is the doctor in charge of your sister and brother-in-law." Officer Garcia says. Dr. Nicoli steps away from him and extends his hand to me.
"Stephen Nicoli," he sharply shakes my hand, almost too enthusiastically. Then it dawns on me. Of course he's excited to see us. He deals with dead people all day. That makes me involuntarily shutter. I extract my hand from his and simply nod my head at him while mumbling my name, "Isabella Swan."
"Well, Ms…" he pauses while raising one of his eyebrows. Then I notice that he slowly begins to look me up and down. It downs on me that he's trying to be inconspicuous, but it isn't working.
Is he serious! You've got to be fucking kidding me! I'm here to identify my sister and brother-in-laws' bodies and he's fishing for my relationship status!
I curtly reply, "Swan."
He blinks at me, and then seems to come to his senses. "Right, well… I'm going to go to the next room when you're ready simply press this button here," he points to a small white button that's on the wall next to a large window. "And let me know that you're ready." He pauses for a moment then abruptly turns around and exits through a door on the other side of the room.
I can't help but roll my eyes. I notice that Officer Garcia and Mr. Cummings are both looking at me; Mr. Cummings looks upset while Officer Garcia looks uncomfortable. Garcia clears his throat, offers me what I think is supposed to be a comforting smile but it resembles more of a grimace or a scroll, "I spoke to Dr. Nicoli earlier and because of the state of your brother-in-law, we will not require an I.D." He looks at Breeland then back to me. "For legal reasons, it's still necessary for you to I.D. your sister."
I can feel my eyes start to fill up with tears and before I know it, I'm crying. I try to hold myself together but little by little I can feel my resolve starting to crumble. I turn away from both of the men in front of me. Facing the window that I'm about to see my sister through; I brace my hands on its seal for added strength. Through the glass' reflection, I watch as Breeland slowly walks towards me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is something that you never thought you would have to do," he says. "No one ever thinks that they'll stand in a room like this one day to tell a complete stranger that 'Yes, that is my Mother or Father... or sister lying there.'" He slowly begins to rub my back. "But, unfortunately, this is something you need to do today. Not only will it give you closure, but this is something you have to do for Gabby's kids, Bella." He looks at me with such compassion that I can't fight the sob that breaks through my throat at the mention of Gabby's kids. "In order for them to move on and continue with the life that both Gabby and Jonathan gave them, you have to do this. It is the next step in this horrible process. Once you make this I.D., it allows us to request their death certificates and from there, we will be able to finalize Gabby and Jonathan's last request – for you to be the person that takes care of their most important treasures… their children." As he is speaking, I'm looking right at him. I can see his eyes start to fill up with tears that have yet to fall. I say a small, quiet 'thank you,' it doesn't seem like a lot but it's all I've got.
I turn towards the window again and I straighten my shoulders, wipe my eyes and face with the sleeve of my jacket, and then I look at both of the men standing next to me and ask, "Okay, what do I do?"
"Press the white button and tell him you're ready," I go to press the button but Garcia quickly stops me.
"Before you do that, I think I should let you know what is going to happen once you press it…" he gives me a tight smile, "It seems to help." He states with a shrug of his shoulders.
I nod my head and he proceeds to tell me that once I press the button to tell Dr. Nicoli that I'm ready, the curtain will be drawn and I will see a table on the other side of the window. Dr. Nicoli will come into view then he will pull down the sheet that is covering the deceased. If I have trouble getting a good look at the deceased, I can take a look at the small monitor to my right; it will provide me with a close-up of the face. He goes on to say that he knows that I probably don't want to spend a lot of time looking at the deceased but that it's important that I'm sure. Tears start to fall down my face again. It bothers me how he keeps calling my sister the deceased… I know that he's doing it because it's procedure, but it still is unsettling to me. It seems cold and uncaring. I shake the thoughts off and give him a tight smile followed by a 'thank you.' I take a deep breath and internally brace myself for what I'm about to see… then I take a few deep breaths. I breath in and then out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Then I press the button.
Everything takes place, just how Garcia described. The deceased is about five feet in front of me lying on a stainless steel table. There is a white sheet draped over their body. I let me eyes slowly take in the body lying in front of me. I start at the feet, which are covered by the sheet and slowly let me eyes drift up towards their face. Garcia was right and then he was also wrong. I would recognize her anywhere… because she's my sister. So, I don't really need to get a better look at her. But, then he was right also; the five feet isn't close enough to really get a good look at her, and as morbid as it sounds it dawns on me that this will be the last time I get to see my sister in person.
I turn my head to the right and look at the monitor. She's beautiful… like always, her skin is still pale like mine but it's marred with yellow, blue, purple, and black bruises. She looks so broken, but she's still so beautiful… she's my sister. I want to run into the room and hold her, I want to scream at her for leaving me, and I want to beg her for forgiveness. I want… no, I need my sister.
I don't know how long I stood there looking at her; battling with myself. I hear someone blow their nose behind me and it brings me back to reality. With a choked up voice that sounds foreign to my own ears, I tell them that it is my sister. Garcia reaches across me and presses the button. He tells Dr. Nicoli that we're done and he thanks him. I start to turn to leave, but Breeland places a hand on my forearm.
"I am sorry… but you need to fill out some paper work that Dr. Nicoli has. It is basically release forms so that he knows where to send your sister and brother-in-law." I proceed to tell him that I have no idea. I think he can see that I'm starting to panic so he gently squeezes my arm and tells me not to worry that it's standard procedure and that I should be able to call in a couple of days to give the information to the doctor.
Just like Mr. Cummings predicted, Dr. Nicoli confirms that I can call him in a couple of days to let him know which funeral home will be picking up my sister and brother-in-law. He hands me the copies of the forms that I just filled out and then proceeds to give me his business card with all of his information. Before we leave, the doctor hands me a bag with all of Gabby and Jonathan's personal effects. I thank him again, we all say our goodbyes, and start to leave the building.
Once at the parking lot, I say my final goodbye to Officer Garcia. I cry and tell him how grateful I am to him for all of his help. He waves me off with his hand like what he did was nothing that warranted thanks. After getting me to promise to call him if I need anything, he holds his hand out to shake mine, but I decide to give him a one-armed hug instead. Normally, I'm not an affectionate person, but I know that he's gone above and beyond "the-call-of-duty" in helping me today. I mean, he's been with me for the last couple of hours, off-the-clock… just to help!
He awkwardly steps away from my hug and says, "Okay now, remember if you need anything at all while you're still in town, please feel free to give me a call." I give him a small smile because in that moment he reminds me so much of my father, "Don't worry, I will." I say to him as he steps away and starts heading towards his car.
I turn towards Mr. Cummings and start to tell him thanks but he abruptly stops me. "Now, I will not have any of that crying and saying goodbye stuff!" he states and then continues, "You're not rid of me yet. I'm going to see you again in a couple of days to finalize everything and I'm sure that will not be the last time that we see each other either." I smile at him and nod my head yes. He then proceeds to tell me to go on and get some sleep. It is the first time that I realize that I have no way of getting into Gabby and Jonathan's house. I voice my concerns to Breeland and he simple says, "Well, that could be a problem, but before you get too upset, why don't you check the bag that Dr. Nicoli gave you. Maybe there's a set of keys in there." Sure enough there is. I give him a hug, tell him thank you again, and start towards the car where my driver is waiting for me.
As I sit down in the backseat, I feel relieved but at the same time stressed. There is so much that I need to take care of still and I have no clue where to even begin. As I start running through the endless list of things that need to be taken care of, I realize that there's no way I can handle this all by myself… I need help. I tell the driver the address of my sister's house then I quickly pull out my cell phone and hit speed dial number one.
"Bella, how are you? Are you okay? Did everything go okay today? Are the kids alright?" Angie rambles before saying hello or even getting a breath out.
"Hello to you, too, Angie!" I say trying not to laugh.
She huffs into the phone causing me to somber up quickly… "Everything is okay, well as okay as it can be. But, Angie I'm really overwhelmed. I need your help!" I pause to wait for a response when I don't get one I continue. "Can you come here… to help me? I could really use my best friend right now!"
"I'll be there tomorrow." She says, I release a breath that I didn't realize I was holding and I can feel some of the weight and worry that I've been carrying, since I received the phone call this morning, start to become lighter.
"Great!"
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The insistent ring of the alarm clock wakes me up. With the jet lag, the two-hour time difference, and the emotional stress from yesterday, eight in the morning comes way too early.
After tipping the driver last night, I entered into Gabby and Jonathan's home… my childhood home, with a heavy heart. I placed my bag in the entryway and slowly made my way around the house. I could see the improvements that Gabby had made over the years and I could see quite clearly what had remained untouched.
Mom and Dad had bought this little house shortly after they were married. I can remember all of the times that my Mom would fuss over how small the rooms were and how she wanted a bigger backyard for a pool. At the time, it was what my parents could afford, but it was never good enough for my Mom. I guess that's why it was so easy for her to just leave it and us behind. Ironically, the neighborhood – Lakewood – ended up being a "hot-spot" to buy property, so this little house that my Mom hated so much ended up having a lot of equity built up into it. When Dad passed away, this little 'ol house became very appealing to my Mom. Needless to say, she wasn't pleased when she found out that, in addition to the money, she had no claim to the house either.
At the time of my Dad's death, I had already started making a life for myself in Seattle, so I had no desire to return to Dallas. After speaking with Jonathan and Gabby, it became clear that they really wanted to keep the house, so I agreed to sell them my half for no more than the actual market value. I was glad to do it. I loved this little house. It held so many great memories for me and it made me happy to know that Gabby's family would be making some new memories here.
But not anymore!
I slowly roll over in the bed and looked at the alarm clock again. Crap! It's fifteen after eight now! I really need to get up and start getting ready. Reluctantly, I roll out of bed and start towards the kitchen. I need coffee and I need coffee NOW!
After starting the coffee, I grab two slices of bread and place them in the toaster. While they're cooking, I go to the refrigerator to see if there's any butter and/or jelly… and there is… Yes! And it is grape! Fuck, yeah!
After making my coffee and my toast, I sit down at the kitchen table. As I'm slowly eating, I take a moment to look around the kitchen and sigh. Packing up this house is really going to be a chore. Obviously, there are a lot of things from Gabby and Jonathan that will need to be packed up since we can't take it with us to Seattle, but while sitting here, I can also clearly see items left from Mom and Dad. If the kitchen is any indication of the state of the rest of the house, I can only image what the storage shed and attic look like. I'm so glad that Angie is coming to help!
I glance up at the clock on the microwave and see that it's now eight-fifty. I still need to shower, get dressed, and then give myself a pep talk about driving Jonathan's truck.
Oh, yes… Jonathan's truck… or as I now call it… The Beast!
While talking to Angie last night, she helped me make a list of things I needed to take care of. At one point during this conversation, she asked me if Gabby and Jonathan had another vehicle. I told her I didn't know, so she suggested that I check as soon as I got to the house because I'd need car seats to pick-up the kids tomorrow. Yeah, I didn't even take into consideration that I would need to have car seats to bring the kids home tomorrow. God, I'm in way over my head!
So, once I got to their house, and made a quick walk-through, I headed to the garage. What I saw made me cringe! They had another car all right… or I should say truck. Jonathan's truck to be exact and it was huge. It was a Ford that much I could tell, and my head didn't even reach the window! Using the key fob, I unlocked it and nearly broke my neck trying to climb inside. Once, I was finally able to sit in the driver's seat, I took a look around and I was quite pleased with myself for making it all the way up... without actually breaking my neck! The inside of the truck was rather… nice. It did have two car seats in the back so I decided that I'd try to drive this "beast" tomorrow to pick up the kids and Angie. Mentally I decided that if it became too much of a hassle, I could simply rent-a-car for the rest of the time we're here.
So, that's the plan. I'm going to drive that big beast of a truck, pick up the kids, pick up Angela, and then we're all going to come back here. But first… I have to finish getting ready!
With my plans for today fresh on my mind, I finish my breakfast, rinse off my dishes, and place them in the dishwasher. Grabbing my bag and a towel from the hall linen closet, I make my way to the bathroom to take a shower. Just like last night, I'm immediately assaulted with the sights and smells of my sister; from her hair brush to her shampoo. Pushing away the tears that want to fall by reminding myself that I have three kids waiting on me. Now is not the time to get weepy! Gabby's kids need me!
I decide to use my BVLGARI au thé blanc body wash, shampoo, and conditioner. After finishing my shower, I dry myself off, and then towel dry my hair following with a small amount of product. Next, I take some of my au thé blanc lotion and slowly massage it onto my body.
Sitting at my sister's vanity, I put a small amount of moisturizer on my face to prep it for makeup. While I wait for it to absorb, I slowly blow-dry my hair on a low setting using a diffuser so that my hair doesn't frizz. Next, I start to put my makeup on. I don't wear a lot of makeup, simply powder, mascara, and lip gloss.
When I'm finished with my makeup, I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Growing up, I always wished I had Gabby's eye color. She inherited Mom's hazel colored eyes, so one day her eyes would be blue, the next day they would be green, Hell, her eyes even looked grey sometimes. I got stuck with Dad's dull, boring brown eyes. I also got his dull, boring, brown hair, too! Gabby would constantly tell me I was beautiful, but I knew that compared to her I was just pretty and that she was just appeasing her little sister. Sigh… Okay, enough of going down memory lane. I have three beautiful kids that I need to go pick up!
Walking into the bedroom, I pull out my La Perla black sheer lace bra and briefs to wear today, I put them on, and then I pull my Kate Spade "Chelsey" dress off the hanger. I love this dress. It's casual and classic with its scoop neckline and ruffles. Plus, it's perfect for the summer, especially in this Texas heat. Next, I pulled on my black Coach "Maritza" wedge shoes. Finally, I put on my jewelry and head downstairs.
Fifteen 'til ten 'o clock, the clock reads as I quickly pass it. I have plenty of time to make it to the hospital with time to spare. I grabbed my tote, which has a change of clothes for Maddy in it and the keys to The Beast, and head out the door. After gracefully climbing into Jonathan's truck, I pull out of the garage and head towards the hospital where three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up.
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Published Date-11/08/10
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