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Chapter 11: The Past Haunts Part Two—Violet's POV:
If anything I wish my father was home. That he could be here to hug me and tell me everything is going to be fine. That I'm a strong girl—like my mom—and I'm capable of handling all life throws at me, but he isn't here. He's in a coma…or he was in a coma yesterday. I haven't heard from my mom today. I don't know how my dad's doing and deep down in the pit of my stomach I feel something. Like a premonition…but I can't tell if it's good or bad. I think it's good…I hope it's good, but feelings are never one hundred percent.
No one is home. Aiden and Greg have been staying with my Aunt Alli and Uncle Dave for the past three months. But, I elected to stay home. Molly and Annabelle visit me everyday though.
My belly is large now. I'm carrying twins. One boy and one girl. I'm only three months away from my due date. And I've been anticipating it for a while now. Wondering what it will be like…what the kids will look like.
But my dad still fills most of my thoughts. When I daydream I imagine the worst case scenario. And for the past few days I haven't gotten a good night's sleep…hence why I'm pouring a glass of milk for myself. I turn around and do a spit take.
"Violet."
I drop my glass of milk and it was like everything was in slow motion.
"What's the matter?"
"What do you want?" I stutter. A chill crosses me and since I am only in my pajamas—a long tee-shirt and short shorts—I shiver.
"Are you cold Violet?" he flashes me and evil grin and in that moment I bolt. Running up for my room, but his footsteps aren't far behind me.
"Leave me alone!" I shriek.
His hand clasps around my arm and he turns me, but I go tumbling down the stairs. I struggle to try and get up and I hear his retreating footsteps. But then they stop. Sirens! Police! They're here! The can save me! Two cops walk in and one comes to my side.
"Spinner?" I ask. He nods.
"Let's get you out of here Violet." he picks me up in his arms.
"KC…"
"We know." he says. Behind me the other cop emerges holding onto a handcuffed KC.
I'm brought back to the first time he did something to get himself arrested…
"Shhh baby. It's a game. The quieter we are the more points we win. Don't make a sound." My mother whispers into my hair as she holds me tight to her. I can't see because it's so dark in the tiny cupboard. His footsteps approach and both my mother and I hold our breath. But as he moves away I let out my breath.
"There you are." he slurs. He pulls my mother and I out of the closet and she stares into his eyes.
"Please don't do this!" she screams. He pulls me away from my mother and I sob.
"Shut up!" he screams to me and I just cry harder.
"Vi, run. Run and don't look back." my mother pleads. I turn to leave, though I don't know why, but I'm struck to the ground.
The next thing I know I wake up and I scream. Seconds later Uncle Adam is next to me hugging me and telling me I'm going to be fine.
When the police come my mother and I are ushered into the car and out of the corner of my eye behind the man bandaging up my forehead I see KC being put into the cop car.
Spinner puts me in the front seat and buckles me up. We drive to the hospital and we part ways.
Someone examines me and when they're putting stitches on my arm I see Spinner ushering my mom out to me.
"VI!" she screams and runs to me.
"Mommy." I say.
"What happened?" she asks.
"KC…." I say.
"Spinner you better have gotten this bastard this time." my mom scolds him. Even though he's older than she he looks a little bit scared.
"We got him. He's not escaping this time."
I look to my mom and see her teary eyes, "Mom…is dad okay?"
She turns to me and smiles, "He woke up. He's fine."
"Really? Can I see him."
The doctor turns to me, "I'm afraid you can't leave here right now."
"Why not?" I ask.
"I need to finish these stitches for one. Second we need to run some tests. Any medical conditions I should know about?"
I nod, "I'm six months pregnant with twins."
"Anything else?"
"No."
The doctor walks away with the blood samples.
My mom fills me in on what went on with my dad.
"Miss Goldsworthy?" the doctor comes back out pulling along a sonogram. She tests me and then looks down to me and looks down at a clipboard.
"I'm sorry." she says.
"What?" I ask.
"You lost a baby."
"One?"
"The other one is perfectly healthy."
"Which one did I lose?"
"The boy. I am so sorry."
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