This is an elaboration of the preview for next week. I believe the term is non-parallel(?) but I may be simply not understanding. French is my first language, so I apologize for mistakes. Anyways, this story is not in order. If someone would help me with fanfic vocabulary I would greatly appreciate it! :-)
Ben drove home in a trance. He thought about the babies, about Violet.
About Vivien.
He paid no attention to anything. Moira cooked him dinner, watching him intensely. She wished she could say something, anything, but remembered her curse, and remembered how men reacted to her. To Moira's relief, Ben did not even notice her, he was so distraught.
He could not bring himself to sleep in Vivien's bed. Their old bed. Instead, he grabbed a blanket and went to the couch. It was going to be a long night.
The next day, Ben stood at the foot of Vivien's bed again. The restraints were back on, to his anger. The nurse explained that she kept picking at her IV and reacted badly to a doctor checking in on her. He saw the blood on the sheet. He sighed and shook his head slowly, sadly.
After a slight panic attack, a male nurse had hurried in with a sedative. Now, she was extremely sluggish. She noticed Ben and tried to move, but soon realized that she was unable to. She started sobbing.
"Please.. please help me," she begged. "I can't stay here."
"Viv, you're OK," Ben said, stroking her hair. "Why can't you stay here?"
She turned her face into her pillow, so Ben had to listen hard to hear her response.
"They followed me here. They won't leave me alone." Her body convulsed with another series of sobs. Ben felt a huge wave of emotions pressing down on him. He could not blame anyone but himself. Because of him, they moved across the country. Because of him, they picked this horrible house. Because of him, their family was torn apart.
Because of him, his wife was insane.
Vivien tried to move but couldn't. Her arms were now chained together. She felt so weak. So vulnerable.
She heard laughter. She couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl, young or old. It made no difference. The voice was laughing at her, taunting her. She couldn't escape it. The single light above the bed flickered. She did not want to be in darkness.
The door violently opened and to her absolute fear Vivien saw the Rubber Man. She cried and screamed, but he came closer, and closer, and closer…