Author's Note: Well, don't kill me...I know i haven't updated in a while. I know...you're pissed! Don't kill me though!
Disclamer: I do not own Degrassi...just Ren, Linda, Michael, Luke, Millie, and Tracey...OH, and the idea!
Chapter 7: For You I Will—Mark's POV:
My phone rings and I gesture to Luke to be quiet. I pick up my phone.
"Mark…Thank God…hospital…crash…quickly…" Clare's voice is rushed and I can only make out a few words.
"Clare, calm down. Take in a deep breath…now tell me."
"Millie got hit by a car! She's in the hospital! they won't tell me how bad it is. But, she's in surgery! Mark get down here now! I'm scared."
I stand up and grab my jacket before running out the door.
"Mark? Are you there?"
"Yea…yea…I'm here." I reply trying not to cry. I slide into my car. I hardly recognize the door next to me opening and Luke sliding in. I start the car and keep the phone to my ear.
"Don't beat yourself up Mark. What happened?" Clare asks.
"I…I don't know. I didn't even know she left the house."
"Didn't she and Luke have a date tonight?"
"I was talking to him."
"Big brother stuff."
"Yeah, you could say that. Look, Clare…there's traffic. Tell them that you're her sister. I need to know what's going on. Please."
"I…lie?"
"Clare, this is MILLIE we're talking about! Please."
"I…"
"Clare, please." I say as tears escape down my cheek.
"Sure Mark. I'll call you back in a few minutes, okay?"
"Thanks Clare."
She chokes up, "No problem, Mil's like my sister." And with that she hangs up. I leave the phone on full blast and put it into the cup holder before laying my hand on the car horn. The guy next to me rolls down his window and I do the same.
"Look, kid, we've all got somewhere to be tonight. So, calm down."
"Look, old man, I've got to get to the hospital because my younger sister was hit by a car. So, don't tell me to fucking calm down!"
He sighs and rolls up his window.
Ten minutes pass and I don't receive a phone call from Clare, and we've moved less than a mile. I lean on the horn again. This time a police man comes over to my widow. I sigh and roll down the window.
"Yes officer?" I ask.
"You need to lay off the horn."
"I need to get to the hospital. My sister's in surgery. She was hit by a car. And, I don't know what's going on."
"I'll get you there." he goes into his car, turns on his lights and gestures for us too follow him.
We get to the hospital in ten minutes and I rush right into the hospital and see Clare sitting down with Eli's arms around her.
"Mark!" she exclaims.
"What's going on? How is she?"
General POV:
All eyes were on the scene. The scene where a woman, carrying a child, was just hit in a hit and run accident. Everyone knew her as Tracey Fitzgerald. Two people, Mark and Millie, knew her as mom. And one person, Ren Fitzgerald, knew her as wife.
But, as the crowd grows, everyone wonders who should be the one to call. They've all known her their whole lives, she grew up here. She went to Degrassi High. She had trouble written all over her, until she had Mark. That's when the maternal instinct turned on. She stopped drinking, didn't smoke. Everyone who knew her was surprised. Especially her own family.
But, suddenly, when Millie was born, the family moved away. No one knew why; but that didn't stop their speculations. They'd guessed everything, from drug abuse to just wanting to get away.
"I'll be back." she told her friends. And, she had been back, for two years now. But, even then she'd changed. Like something, in the thirteen years they'd been gone, had happened.
And, once again, people made their speculations, but no one was right.
The truth was they left their lake home for one reason…murder. It was a simple task; kill or be killed. But, the who that's what had been surprising.
Michael Dawson. Luke's father.
He had been Ren's friend for years, but something about Michael had always set Ren off. Maybe it was the fact that Linda, Michael's wife, had been Ren's ex-fiancé, whom to that day he still loved. Or it might have been the fact he was jealous because Michael had always gotten what Ren wanted.
They'd grown up just outside of Toronto, next door to each other, both best friends. They did everything together, until Ren got into drugs and alcohol.
That's why they drifted apart. That's why they lost their friendship.
Right then though, something inside Ren snapped. Ren just thought more and more about how simple it would be to shoot him, to hit him over the head, to run him over.
One night, Ren and Michael had been out drinking, and that's when Ren decided to do it. He got in his car and just ran Michael over. Like that. Simple.
But, when Tracey found out, she made sure they got out of there. Their kids, Mark being fourteen and Millie thirteen, didn't need this. So they moved again.
The day they left though, they spent two hours looking for Millie. She wasn't at home, or anywhere they looked.
She'd known she wouldn't get a chance to say goodbye to Luke, so earlier that night she'd snuck out of the house and walked down the small path and tossed a couple of rocks onto the window. He opened the window and looked down at her, a smile on her face.
"Hey," she said.
"Hi," he replied.
"Can I come up?" she asked.
"Sure." he replied. She walked into the house and up the back staircase that led to his room. "What are you doing here, this late?"
"We're leaving."
His face fell, "What!" But he still managed to keep his voice low.
"My mom wants Mark and I to go back to Toronto. I…I don't know why. I don't want to go." she walked over to him and cried into his shoulder.
He rubbed circles on her back, "Mil…it'll be okay."
She lifted her head up, "How can you say that? How can everything be okay? They're ruining my life."
He smiles and lifts up her chin, "Mil, I don't think it's the end of the world."
'Cause you're not leaving the person you love behind, Millie wanted to say, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Look, Why don't you stay over tonight? My beds big enough for two."
Did he just say that out loud? Millie questioned.
"I…I mean…you've slept over here before." Damn it, I can't speak. He thought.
"Yeah…you're right." she replied crawling into his bed. He got in behind her and wrapped his arms around the thirteen year old.
As her eyes fluttered shut she heard him say, "We'll see each other again."
Little did she know was that a year later Linda and Luke would move to Toronto.
Little did she know that the fifteen year old she'd been crushing on since she was eleven, had been feeling the same way for her.
Little did she know that her dad was going to kill her mom.
Little did she know that Linda knew.
Little did she know the reason she and Luke were separated while they were together…was because her dad threatened Linda's life…
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Tracey was PREGNANT...when she was killed...just sayin'
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