Chapter 9: Past Brings Pain
Amelia lay restlessly in her bed, her thoughts focused on what the Doctor had told her. "One baby weaker than the others.." why did it feel like Amelia's fault. She had watched what she had been eating, been careful with what she was doing but she failed on one child. She sighed. Though everyone said it's not her fault, she still blamed herself.
Suddenly, her sensitive ears picked up a creak from, what seemed, downstairs. She sat up slowly and listened with caution. Her ears twitched, and again and again. The suspense was killing her. She got up, being careful not to disturb Doppler, and slipped into her silk robe. She sneaked up to her bedroom door, opened it quietly and peeked outside in the darkness. Her eyes being luminous, gave Amelia a more advantage of seeing things clearer in the dark. She saw nobody. She sleeked to the top of the stair case and peered down. Again, nobody. Her ears picked up another sound, like metal walking along tiles, like a tap dancer dancing to no rhythm. The kitchen, Amelia thought. As quietly as she possibly could, she tip-toed down the stairs, crossed the lounge and opened the door. Nobody in the hall. She grabbed an umbrella and gripped the door knob to the kitchen. She breathed shallowly and flung the door open and as quick as a flash, turned the light on. Nobody. Amelia was confused. Was this a pregnancy hormone? If it was, Amelia was not happy. She turned around and gasped.
There, standing tall, was a man who smelt of cigarettes and alcohol, wearing stained and faded coloured clothes and his face was slightly scratched. A snake tattoo with red eyes and baring teeth was placed on his right arm. "D-dad?" Amelia whispered. She paced backwards five steps and gripped on to the work top. "Hello honey!" said the man. His eyes were emerald-green, like Amelia's, and his scraggy hair messily covered one eye. "It's nice to see you again. I'm upset you didn't bother to tell me that I'm going to be a granddad. Why didn't you? You have my phone number, don't you?" he asked. Amelia looked scared. "I burnt it years ago. After I found out what you did." Amelia murmured. "I was framed, Am. Framed. I didn't kill that guy-" "Yes you did!" Amelia interrupted. Amelia's father's face screwed up. "They've poisoned you with lies!" he sneered. Amelia gulped. "How did you get in?" she asked. Amelia's father nodded towards the back window, which was open. "I knew you wouldn't want me to talk to you in public, in front of your petty husband. So I decided to let myself in and I knew you are too nosy to let a few creaks go without being checked." he answered. Amelia didn't bother of defending herself. She knew what her father is capable of. Amelia's father grabbed her shoulders and smiled, showing his rotten teeth.
"I can't wait to see those little guys faces when they see their grandpa." he said. Amelia's eyes narrowed and her face reddened. "I'm not ever letting you see my children. Never! So go crawl back into your hole! And stay away from me and my family!" Amelia sneered. Her father's face stopped smiling. He leaned in closer to Amelia and looked her straight in the eye. "You will let me see my grandchildren or so help me, I'll break-in in the night and steal them away from you." he warned. Amelia shook her head. "Why do you care? You didn't care about me! So why should you care about them? I got raped no thanks to you!" Amelia refused. Amelia's father's face reddened with rage. He tossed her aside, banging her pregnant abdomen into the work top. Amelia let out a frightened and distressed cry. It awoke everyone in the house, in the town, on Montressor. Amelia started crying, tears streaming down her face. She turned to watch her father flee out the window and she sank to the floor. She closed her eyes and manage to hear Sarah scream, Jim running to call an ambulance and feeling her husband's arms around her before she drifted off, unconscious.
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Amelia woke-up but didn't open her eyes. She had just had the worst dream ever. She dreamt her father returned and left her badly hurt and worried about her babies. Thank God, it was just a dream, Amelia thought. Then something odd struck her. The smell. It smelt like medicine. She flung her eyes open and noticed it was not her bedroom. She turned her head to the side to see her husband. But Doppler was not lying down, asleep. He sat in a chair, his face in his hands, looking really upset and worried. "Honey.." Amelia croaked. Doppler's head shot up. His eyes looked tired and swollen, as if he was up all night, crying. This worried Amelia. "What happened?" she asked. "That's what I'd like to know." Doppler answered. Amelia frowned. "What about our babies? Are they Okay?"Amelia asked again, a tint of desperate in her voice. Doppler gently grabbed her hand and squeezed. "We lost one of the boys."
Amelia's head span. Guilt washed over her. So did nausea. "Oh gosh,.." she groaned and Doppler handed her a bowl, which Amelia vomited in. "But the other babies are fine. " Doppler tried to smooth. Amelia's was sobbing. She placed the vomit bowl on the desk side and clang onto Doppler. She cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. Nonstop for an hour. Letting the pain of her lost baby flow. He father had once more ruined her life. After crying, Amelia knew she was an unfit mother. "Mrs. Doppler," came a sweet voice. Amelia looked up. There stood Doctor Jacqueline Cook, Amelia's Doctor and midwife. She pulled up a chair and sat down. "Can you please tell me how this happened?" she asked. Amelia started crying again. She spilled out everything. About her father and what happened. Both Doppler and the Doctor understood and thought the same thing. "You need to get the police involved." said the Doctor. Doppler nodded. Amelia sighed. She knew this meant questioning, court, lawyers. She really didn't need this. "I can reveal that your childhood doctor died three months ago of a heart attack. And your father might have been arrested last night. He tried to break into your neighbours. Probably got the wrong house." The Doctor said. Amelia was glad that her old doctor was dead and her father might have been arrested.
A few hours later, Amelia still in shock over her baby's death. She curled up on her hospital bed, silently crying and staring off into space. She had lost a baby. She was not a good mother. Despite everyone telling her it was not her fault, Amelia still blamed herself.
Thank you everyone who has reviewed! ;) makes me the happiest girl in the world. Amelia's miscarriage was slightly based off Lynette's miscarriage off Desperate Housewives. Tom said the same stuff as Doppler. May that baby rest in peace! REVIEW! please!
