AN: Here's just a really, really short snippet of Lena and some of her feelings. I felt I should post this before May ended. Don't know why. This is probably the shortest thing I've ever posted to the website, so I'm sorry if I got anyone's hopes up! I've actually had this written for a while, I just haven't had it typed, but I got an email from my math teacher about my grade, which is FINALLY back up to an A, so I am in a really good mood. So, since I'm in such a good mood and because I don't have to worry about my research paper anymore, I figure why not give my readers a bit of a treat for sticking with me!
Dedication: To my readers!... if they are still out there I mean...
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters. They all belong to ABC. I am simply messing with their feelings.
The phone dropped uselessly from her hand, dropping to the floor with a thud. She couldn't be sure what feelings were brimming up within her. Hatred, remorse, guilt… All she could be sure of was the tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to pour over.
She should have gone with them. She shouldn't have let them leave the harbor without her. Her heart ached at the though of her dad, stuck aboard the Magus, lost somewhere on the friggin' Amazon, surrounded by miles and miles of water. The river wasn't supposed to be the last thing the crew saw. Her daddy was supposed to walk her down the aisle. He was supposed to cradle his first grandchild in his hands and promise to spoil the kid rotten. Her dad was supposed to come home. He was supposed to be gone for a few weeks, maybe a couple of months, and now… he was just…gone… Maybe forever. That thought alone made Lena wan to gag, her stomach clenching tightly as her hands turned to fists.
This was all Emmet's fault. He was the one who had suggested this trip, and he was the one who refused to allow anyone but Russ and a new crew aboard. No Tess, no Lena, no Clark, no Lincoln. Just Emmet, Russ, and a group of people who were meaningless to the Magus family. This new crew hadn't been through the ordeals that they had. They hadn't dealt with being stuck on a boat with hormones raging through them, and yet, this new crew were the ones stuck on the Amazon with her father and co. She wondered what unlucky hand they had been drawn in life.
She wished she had drawn it.
…..
She hadnt moved in the past few hours, her only movements being when she had slipped from off her couch, falling ino a heap between the seats and table. Her hand was limp around the phone, her gaze blank as she stared ahead. She imagined that she could spend several hours there and no one would care, no one would call… no one had called.
She was waiting. Waiting for someone to call, yet the phone remained silent.
No beep, no ring, nothing.
She didn't understand. Why hadn't he called/ He had been the first thing to pop into her mind once had thoughts had cleared from hearing the news. He was the one she wanted to talk to. He had lost his father to the unforgiving, twisted river, and he was the only one who really knew exactly how she felt. He always had.
Yet, the phone never rang. Not a chirp or a beep.
He didn't call, and she was left alone in the darkness of her thoughts.
AN: Like I said, really short and probably not all that good. I'm going to have to go back and watch some of the episodes again, try and get some inspiration back, so do not despair fair reader! I should be back soon!
Signing off,
WiseGirl