Author's Notes:
For some reason, I just know that I'm gonna get flamed for this chapter, but I hope that people give me some nice review as well! *S* Anyway, I have to say thank you to all those people that have read this fic so far, and to please keep the feedback coming! I truly do appreciate it. I would like to dedicate this chapter to someone that is always sending encouragement my way. ~*~usagi bunny~*~ this one's for you! ^_~
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine, and neither is this song. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Jill Scott respectively. If this story seems anyway familiar to yours or one that you have read, please tell me so I can give credit where credit is due. Thanx minna!
'Slowly, surely'
Slowly surely I walk away from
That ole desperate and dazed love
Caught up in the maze of love
The crazy craze of love
Thought it was good
Thought it was real
Thought it was but it wasn't love
I just don't know
Where to go
So...
Slowly surely
I walk away from
Self-serving, undeserving
Constantly hurting me love, deserting me love
You said
I said
We said but...
Slowly surely I walk away from
Confusing love, abusing love, misusing love
This can't be...
Slowly surely
I walk away from
Self-serving, undeserving
Constantly hurting me love, deserting me love
You said
I said
We said but...
Slowly surely I walk away from
That ole desperate and dazed love
Caught up in the maze of love
The crazy craze of love
Thought it was good
Thought it was real
Thought it was but it wasn't love
I just don't know
Where to go
Slowly, surely
I walk away from...
You...you...you...you.
-Jill Scott
Title: Dark Epiphany
Author:Midnight Dreamer
Rating:PG-13 (some swearing)
Email:madintellect@hotmail.com
AIM: Dreamchan2001
Gazing out the bay windows of his corner office, Darien couldn't help to let the sorrow overwhelm him. For the hundredth time in a week, he prayed that this was some godawful nightmare and at any minute he would wake up with his angel beside him. However he was losing hope, and that this was a horrifying reality. He had received more punches and slaps in the past week than he had ever in his entire life, thanks to Serena's friends. He thought Seiya was bad, but he underestimated the girls' though. He could still feel the heat from Raye's slap to his face and the effects of Lita's attempt to effectively eliminate any chances of him having children.
*I guess I should be grateful that Mr. James hasn't threatened to shoot me* he thought, a grimace gracing his austere features.
Then there was the fact that Andrew, his own best friend was avoiding him, but he really didn't mind. Right now, all he wanted to do was wallow in the guilt and self-hatred that he felt. Going back to work helped a little bit to distract him, but when he went back to Andrew's at night, he couldn't keep the vision of Serena's face out of his head.
He was staying with Andrew until he could find another place, because living in that apartment now was out of the question. It took everything he had in him to leave that place, but he knew it was for the best. Especially after being ambushed twice.
Letting his mind travel down another path, he looked out over the glass and steel structures that composed of London's business district, with only one thought running through his mind.
*Serena....where are you?*
Hearing a knock on the door, he yelled for them to enter, without turning around.
"Hello Darien" a feminine voice said.....one that he had been dreading for some days now.
Turning around slowly, he said, "Good morning Charlotte. What do you want?" he asked, putting his defenses up.
"I...uh...just wanted to leave these papers with you." she stammered, a bit put off by his tone.
"Thank you...now if that is all...." Darien said, trying to hint for the woman to leave.
"No it's not actually. I want to talk about that night." she said closing the door behind her.
*Damn!! This is just what I wanted to avoid, but it's time I face the music* Darien concluded, sitting down at his desk.
"Yes...what is there to say about it?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened. I should have never have kissed you, knowing that you were involved." she said, hanging her head.
"It's not entirely your fault. Now, please leave" he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Walking closer to him, Charlotte continued, "No I'm not finished. I feel that I have to say this. The reason that I kissed you was because I fell in love with you. After spending all the time in your company, I felt that you were the perfect man for me, and I felt horrible about having these feelings for you. I knew that it was wrong and I hid them as best as I could. Then when all the hard work we had put in finally paid of, I guess that I was so excited that I just let my feelings control me for once...I kissed you."
"Charlotte....." Darien interrupted, trying to stop the woman from saying anything else.
"I know that your fiancée left you, so I was wondering if we could maybe...start something new" Charlotte declared, looking at him with pleading eyes.
At that point, Darien felt like the lowest creature on the face of the earth.
*Great....just fucking GREAT! Why did I ever let it get this far?*
"Charlotte, I think that I should let you know that even though we shared a night of passion together, I don't have the same feelings"
Charlotte's face crumpled at his harsh words. "I know that Darien, but are you even willing to give it a try?"
"No....I still love her and I plan to get her back" he declared, hoping to spare the other woman anymore pain than he had to.
"Do you think that she's going to take you back. She doesn't love you anymore, or else she wouldn't have left."
"What we did gives you no RIGHT whatsoever to talk about Serena. You don't even know her. I think that it is time for you to leave now." he said, getting up from his desk and escorting her to the door.
"All I was saying was..." she tried to defend herself, before she was cut to the quick by Darien.
"I think that you've said enough..now please go." Darien said, opening the door.
"Oh...and Charlotte..."
"Yes..." she said, turning around a note of sadness in her voice.
"Please call me Mr. Reece from now on." and with that Darien closed the door behind her.
In the hallway, Charlotte was fuming. She had just laid her heart bare to the bastard and he walked over without the slightest regret.
*Well...two people can play at this game. Someone should have warned him of a woman scorned* she thought darkly as she put on a fake smile and made her way back to her office.
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Serena had just called her parents. She felt that she had been put through the emotional wringer once again. After reassuring her mother that she was fine once again, she laid back on the king sized bed and looked at the patterns on the ceiling made by the sunlight.
*How could have I been so blind?* she asked herself for the umpteenth time*
She closed her eyes, hoping to get some rest. Ever since she arrived she couldn't sleep at night, plagued by the image of another woman in Darien's arms. She had also been getting stomach pains off and on all day and took that as a signal from her body to rest.
She tried to fill her days with activities to keep her occupied, but there were times when the sadness and anger would engulf her.
Feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, she got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom, in hopes of finding some aspirin.
Walking into the bathroom, she opened her bag of toiletries and found what she was looking for. Opening it, she popped two aspirins in her mouth and reached for a glass to get some water. Just as she was about to take a sip, a particularly vicious cramp ripped through her. On a gasp of surprise, she dropped the glass, making it shattered on the tiled floor. Clutching her stomach, she breathed deeply, hoping that the pain would lessen. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her thigh. She touched it with her hand and was shocked when her fingers were stained with blood.
Ignoring the pain, she rose up from the bathroom floor, and made her way to the phone on the bedside table. Frantically, she reached for the phone and hit the button for emergency services.
"Please...someone help me" were the last words she uttered before the pain became too much...making her slip into to darkness.
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Ilene James was in the kitchen baking her seventh batch of cookies, which meant only one thing. She was mad. VERY MAD. It had been a couple of days ago when her daughter had called and told them what had happened between Darien and herself. Her husband, Ken wanted to go down to his job and shoot him on sight. At first, Ilene thought it was good idea, but figured it wouldn't do for Ken to be arrested for murder. So, she talked some sense into him and calmed him down. Her son Sammy was livid and had wanted to pummel Darien into the ground, but he had to go back to university before he could confront Darien.
Ilene couldn't believe that this was happening to her daughter. She could have killed Darien by her own hands when she heard the tearful tale from her daughter, and that he had made her leave. She still couldn't believe that Serena had flew across the Atlantic to Jamaica. She should be with her family and friends that love and care for her. Not by herself on some tropical island. However, Serena had been adamant about needing time for herself, and reluctantly, Ilene and Ken gave her space to think things through.
Hearing the phone ring, she wiped her hand on her apron and picked up the kitchen extension.
"Hello, James residence" she said, in her most cheerful voice.
"Yes...may I please speak to Ken or Ilene James?" a heavily accented voice asked.
"Yes...Ilene James speaking"
"Hello. This is Dr. Clark, Ms. James doctor at Mercy Hospital. You were listed as her next of kin." the voice, sounding sort of distant across the transatlantic line.
By this point, Ilene was terrified. "What has happened? Is she alright?" she asked, preparing for the worst.
"She is fine Ms. James. However I have to let you know something."
"Yes...what is it?"
When the doctor told her the news, Ilene felt grief and sadness wash through her body.
After the doctor explained all the particulars, she stammered, "T--th-thank you. We will be there as soon as possible. Thank you so much" and rung off.
She just sank down on a chair and cried, putting her face in her hands, not moving until her felt someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"Honey...I never thought that I would see the day you would burn something" her husband chuckled, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. Feeling the wetness on his lips, he turned her around and lifted her face to his. Seeing the tears, he instantly became concerned.
"Honey...Ilene..what's wrong?" he asked, gathering her up in a comforting hug.
Getting control of herself, she replied, "Ken...you know those frequent flyer miles we were going to use for our summer vacation?"
"Yes" he replied, looking at his wife with a perplexed look gracing his distinguished features.
"We need to cash them in for a trip to Jamaica. Serena needs us. NOW!"
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When Serena opened her eyes, she found herself in a bright white room. Looking around, she noticed that everything was either white or silver and there was a distinct odor of disinfectant in the air, which could only mean one thing...she was in a hospital.
Groaning, she turned her head to the side when she heard the door open to reveal a petite woman a few years older than her. The woman approached with a smile that was supposed put any patient at ease.
However, Serena noticed that she would not her eyes, which immediately put her on edge.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong? What happened to me? Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"I am Dr. Clark. First I want to know how you are feeling Ms. James."
" I feel a little woozy but other than that, fine. So, can you please tell me what happened?"
"It seems that there was some internal hemorrhaging. Miss James...Serena...can you tell me if you've been under lots of stress lately?" Dr. Clark asked, concern radiating from her.
"Well....yes I have." Serena stated, not wanting to elaborate any further.
"That could have been the reason for this...but don't worry, this won't affect you from having any children in the future." the young woman said reassuringly, trying to comfort her patient.
"What? What are you saying?" confused and alarmed by the doctor's words.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you suffered a miscarriage. It seems that you were five weeks pregnant. I am truly sorry for your loss. We have already contacted your parents seeing how they were listed as your next of kin from the information provided by the hotel." the doctor said, waiting for a reaction from the young woman.
What she didn't expect was the accusation the woman hurled at her.
"You're lying....I-I--I could not be pregnant." she said matter of factly.
The young doctor looked taken aback, but immediately told Serena that if she wanted to see the results, she would be more than happy to explain them to her.
Seeing the sincerity and regret in the doctor's eyes convinced Serena that she was telling the truth. Suddenly the impact of what happened to bursting to the surface. She let out a cry of pure anguish filled with the pain of losing a life...a life of her unborn child.
*How could I have not known!! I killed my baby....I killed my baby...* she thought, the guilt consuming her.
Finally she had to be sedated by the nurses because her screams were frightening the other patients.
Feeling the effect of the drug, she closed her eyes, praying that when she woke up, this would be one horrible nightmare.
When Serena woke up again, she could tell by the dimness of the room, that it was nighttime.
Turning her head, she was surprised to see a slumped down form in the chair beside her bed, snoring softly. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she began to see distinct features that she only associated with one person.
"Mama" Serena called out softly, praying that she was real.
Hearing her daughter's voice, Ilene immediately opened her eyes and reached for the pale hand on top of the sheet.
Giving her hand a tight squeeze, Ilene brushed the wayward strands of hair from Serena's face, caressing her cheek gently.
"Hello darling. How do you feel?"
"Hallow and empty inside....did they tell you I lost the baby?"
Trying to keep her tears in check, Ilene told her that they did.
Turning away from her mother, Serena felt the tears make their way down her face. After a moment, she felt a comforting hand on her arm. Turning her back around, Ilene just gathered her close and held her daughter to her heart, letting Serena vent all her anger and frustrations.
While whispering reassurances and stroking her back, Ilene tried desperately to keep her anger from growing. An anger that was held for only one man. Darien Reece.
After about fifteen minutes, Serena gained control of her emotions, and asked her mother what she was doing there.
"The last time I talked to you, you were in Kent. Is Dad with you?" Serena said, sniffling.
" He's talking to your doctor right now, and when the doctor called, we immediately came here."
Serena was filled with gratitude for being blessed with parents like hers.
"Thanks Mom" she said as she reached for her mother's hand.
"As long as you're my daughter, I will do anything for you. Now you need you rest, because you are coming with us." Ilene said as she gave Serena another heartwarming hug.
"Where?"
"Back home."
to be continued.........
How many people saw that one coming?!???!? Believe me, this plot is twisting and turning on it's own! This fic just keeps getting sadder and sadder, but remember that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Remember minna....feedback is the BEST muse an author can have!!! ^_^ Til next time....
ja ne
For some reason, I just know that I'm gonna get flamed for this chapter, but I hope that people give me some nice review as well! *S* Anyway, I have to say thank you to all those people that have read this fic so far, and to please keep the feedback coming! I truly do appreciate it. I would like to dedicate this chapter to someone that is always sending encouragement my way. ~*~usagi bunny~*~ this one's for you! ^_~
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is not mine, and neither is this song. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Jill Scott respectively. If this story seems anyway familiar to yours or one that you have read, please tell me so I can give credit where credit is due. Thanx minna!
'Slowly, surely'
Slowly surely I walk away from
That ole desperate and dazed love
Caught up in the maze of love
The crazy craze of love
Thought it was good
Thought it was real
Thought it was but it wasn't love
I just don't know
Where to go
So...
Slowly surely
I walk away from
Self-serving, undeserving
Constantly hurting me love, deserting me love
You said
I said
We said but...
Slowly surely I walk away from
Confusing love, abusing love, misusing love
This can't be...
Slowly surely
I walk away from
Self-serving, undeserving
Constantly hurting me love, deserting me love
You said
I said
We said but...
Slowly surely I walk away from
That ole desperate and dazed love
Caught up in the maze of love
The crazy craze of love
Thought it was good
Thought it was real
Thought it was but it wasn't love
I just don't know
Where to go
Slowly, surely
I walk away from...
You...you...you...you.
-Jill Scott
Title: Dark Epiphany
Author:Midnight Dreamer
Rating:PG-13 (some swearing)
Email:madintellect@hotmail.com
AIM: Dreamchan2001
Gazing out the bay windows of his corner office, Darien couldn't help to let the sorrow overwhelm him. For the hundredth time in a week, he prayed that this was some godawful nightmare and at any minute he would wake up with his angel beside him. However he was losing hope, and that this was a horrifying reality. He had received more punches and slaps in the past week than he had ever in his entire life, thanks to Serena's friends. He thought Seiya was bad, but he underestimated the girls' though. He could still feel the heat from Raye's slap to his face and the effects of Lita's attempt to effectively eliminate any chances of him having children.
*I guess I should be grateful that Mr. James hasn't threatened to shoot me* he thought, a grimace gracing his austere features.
Then there was the fact that Andrew, his own best friend was avoiding him, but he really didn't mind. Right now, all he wanted to do was wallow in the guilt and self-hatred that he felt. Going back to work helped a little bit to distract him, but when he went back to Andrew's at night, he couldn't keep the vision of Serena's face out of his head.
He was staying with Andrew until he could find another place, because living in that apartment now was out of the question. It took everything he had in him to leave that place, but he knew it was for the best. Especially after being ambushed twice.
Letting his mind travel down another path, he looked out over the glass and steel structures that composed of London's business district, with only one thought running through his mind.
*Serena....where are you?*
Hearing a knock on the door, he yelled for them to enter, without turning around.
"Hello Darien" a feminine voice said.....one that he had been dreading for some days now.
Turning around slowly, he said, "Good morning Charlotte. What do you want?" he asked, putting his defenses up.
"I...uh...just wanted to leave these papers with you." she stammered, a bit put off by his tone.
"Thank you...now if that is all...." Darien said, trying to hint for the woman to leave.
"No it's not actually. I want to talk about that night." she said closing the door behind her.
*Damn!! This is just what I wanted to avoid, but it's time I face the music* Darien concluded, sitting down at his desk.
"Yes...what is there to say about it?"
"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened. I should have never have kissed you, knowing that you were involved." she said, hanging her head.
"It's not entirely your fault. Now, please leave" he dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
Walking closer to him, Charlotte continued, "No I'm not finished. I feel that I have to say this. The reason that I kissed you was because I fell in love with you. After spending all the time in your company, I felt that you were the perfect man for me, and I felt horrible about having these feelings for you. I knew that it was wrong and I hid them as best as I could. Then when all the hard work we had put in finally paid of, I guess that I was so excited that I just let my feelings control me for once...I kissed you."
"Charlotte....." Darien interrupted, trying to stop the woman from saying anything else.
"I know that your fiancée left you, so I was wondering if we could maybe...start something new" Charlotte declared, looking at him with pleading eyes.
At that point, Darien felt like the lowest creature on the face of the earth.
*Great....just fucking GREAT! Why did I ever let it get this far?*
"Charlotte, I think that I should let you know that even though we shared a night of passion together, I don't have the same feelings"
Charlotte's face crumpled at his harsh words. "I know that Darien, but are you even willing to give it a try?"
"No....I still love her and I plan to get her back" he declared, hoping to spare the other woman anymore pain than he had to.
"Do you think that she's going to take you back. She doesn't love you anymore, or else she wouldn't have left."
"What we did gives you no RIGHT whatsoever to talk about Serena. You don't even know her. I think that it is time for you to leave now." he said, getting up from his desk and escorting her to the door.
"All I was saying was..." she tried to defend herself, before she was cut to the quick by Darien.
"I think that you've said enough..now please go." Darien said, opening the door.
"Oh...and Charlotte..."
"Yes..." she said, turning around a note of sadness in her voice.
"Please call me Mr. Reece from now on." and with that Darien closed the door behind her.
In the hallway, Charlotte was fuming. She had just laid her heart bare to the bastard and he walked over without the slightest regret.
*Well...two people can play at this game. Someone should have warned him of a woman scorned* she thought darkly as she put on a fake smile and made her way back to her office.
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Serena had just called her parents. She felt that she had been put through the emotional wringer once again. After reassuring her mother that she was fine once again, she laid back on the king sized bed and looked at the patterns on the ceiling made by the sunlight.
*How could have I been so blind?* she asked herself for the umpteenth time*
She closed her eyes, hoping to get some rest. Ever since she arrived she couldn't sleep at night, plagued by the image of another woman in Darien's arms. She had also been getting stomach pains off and on all day and took that as a signal from her body to rest.
She tried to fill her days with activities to keep her occupied, but there were times when the sadness and anger would engulf her.
Feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, she got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom, in hopes of finding some aspirin.
Walking into the bathroom, she opened her bag of toiletries and found what she was looking for. Opening it, she popped two aspirins in her mouth and reached for a glass to get some water. Just as she was about to take a sip, a particularly vicious cramp ripped through her. On a gasp of surprise, she dropped the glass, making it shattered on the tiled floor. Clutching her stomach, she breathed deeply, hoping that the pain would lessen. Suddenly, she felt something warm run down her thigh. She touched it with her hand and was shocked when her fingers were stained with blood.
Ignoring the pain, she rose up from the bathroom floor, and made her way to the phone on the bedside table. Frantically, she reached for the phone and hit the button for emergency services.
"Please...someone help me" were the last words she uttered before the pain became too much...making her slip into to darkness.
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Ilene James was in the kitchen baking her seventh batch of cookies, which meant only one thing. She was mad. VERY MAD. It had been a couple of days ago when her daughter had called and told them what had happened between Darien and herself. Her husband, Ken wanted to go down to his job and shoot him on sight. At first, Ilene thought it was good idea, but figured it wouldn't do for Ken to be arrested for murder. So, she talked some sense into him and calmed him down. Her son Sammy was livid and had wanted to pummel Darien into the ground, but he had to go back to university before he could confront Darien.
Ilene couldn't believe that this was happening to her daughter. She could have killed Darien by her own hands when she heard the tearful tale from her daughter, and that he had made her leave. She still couldn't believe that Serena had flew across the Atlantic to Jamaica. She should be with her family and friends that love and care for her. Not by herself on some tropical island. However, Serena had been adamant about needing time for herself, and reluctantly, Ilene and Ken gave her space to think things through.
Hearing the phone ring, she wiped her hand on her apron and picked up the kitchen extension.
"Hello, James residence" she said, in her most cheerful voice.
"Yes...may I please speak to Ken or Ilene James?" a heavily accented voice asked.
"Yes...Ilene James speaking"
"Hello. This is Dr. Clark, Ms. James doctor at Mercy Hospital. You were listed as her next of kin." the voice, sounding sort of distant across the transatlantic line.
By this point, Ilene was terrified. "What has happened? Is she alright?" she asked, preparing for the worst.
"She is fine Ms. James. However I have to let you know something."
"Yes...what is it?"
When the doctor told her the news, Ilene felt grief and sadness wash through her body.
After the doctor explained all the particulars, she stammered, "T--th-thank you. We will be there as soon as possible. Thank you so much" and rung off.
She just sank down on a chair and cried, putting her face in her hands, not moving until her felt someone put a hand on her shoulder.
"Honey...I never thought that I would see the day you would burn something" her husband chuckled, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. Feeling the wetness on his lips, he turned her around and lifted her face to his. Seeing the tears, he instantly became concerned.
"Honey...Ilene..what's wrong?" he asked, gathering her up in a comforting hug.
Getting control of herself, she replied, "Ken...you know those frequent flyer miles we were going to use for our summer vacation?"
"Yes" he replied, looking at his wife with a perplexed look gracing his distinguished features.
"We need to cash them in for a trip to Jamaica. Serena needs us. NOW!"
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When Serena opened her eyes, she found herself in a bright white room. Looking around, she noticed that everything was either white or silver and there was a distinct odor of disinfectant in the air, which could only mean one thing...she was in a hospital.
Groaning, she turned her head to the side when she heard the door open to reveal a petite woman a few years older than her. The woman approached with a smile that was supposed put any patient at ease.
However, Serena noticed that she would not her eyes, which immediately put her on edge.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong? What happened to me? Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"I am Dr. Clark. First I want to know how you are feeling Ms. James."
" I feel a little woozy but other than that, fine. So, can you please tell me what happened?"
"It seems that there was some internal hemorrhaging. Miss James...Serena...can you tell me if you've been under lots of stress lately?" Dr. Clark asked, concern radiating from her.
"Well....yes I have." Serena stated, not wanting to elaborate any further.
"That could have been the reason for this...but don't worry, this won't affect you from having any children in the future." the young woman said reassuringly, trying to comfort her patient.
"What? What are you saying?" confused and alarmed by the doctor's words.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you suffered a miscarriage. It seems that you were five weeks pregnant. I am truly sorry for your loss. We have already contacted your parents seeing how they were listed as your next of kin from the information provided by the hotel." the doctor said, waiting for a reaction from the young woman.
What she didn't expect was the accusation the woman hurled at her.
"You're lying....I-I--I could not be pregnant." she said matter of factly.
The young doctor looked taken aback, but immediately told Serena that if she wanted to see the results, she would be more than happy to explain them to her.
Seeing the sincerity and regret in the doctor's eyes convinced Serena that she was telling the truth. Suddenly the impact of what happened to bursting to the surface. She let out a cry of pure anguish filled with the pain of losing a life...a life of her unborn child.
*How could I have not known!! I killed my baby....I killed my baby...* she thought, the guilt consuming her.
Finally she had to be sedated by the nurses because her screams were frightening the other patients.
Feeling the effect of the drug, she closed her eyes, praying that when she woke up, this would be one horrible nightmare.
When Serena woke up again, she could tell by the dimness of the room, that it was nighttime.
Turning her head, she was surprised to see a slumped down form in the chair beside her bed, snoring softly. Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness, she began to see distinct features that she only associated with one person.
"Mama" Serena called out softly, praying that she was real.
Hearing her daughter's voice, Ilene immediately opened her eyes and reached for the pale hand on top of the sheet.
Giving her hand a tight squeeze, Ilene brushed the wayward strands of hair from Serena's face, caressing her cheek gently.
"Hello darling. How do you feel?"
"Hallow and empty inside....did they tell you I lost the baby?"
Trying to keep her tears in check, Ilene told her that they did.
Turning away from her mother, Serena felt the tears make their way down her face. After a moment, she felt a comforting hand on her arm. Turning her back around, Ilene just gathered her close and held her daughter to her heart, letting Serena vent all her anger and frustrations.
While whispering reassurances and stroking her back, Ilene tried desperately to keep her anger from growing. An anger that was held for only one man. Darien Reece.
After about fifteen minutes, Serena gained control of her emotions, and asked her mother what she was doing there.
"The last time I talked to you, you were in Kent. Is Dad with you?" Serena said, sniffling.
" He's talking to your doctor right now, and when the doctor called, we immediately came here."
Serena was filled with gratitude for being blessed with parents like hers.
"Thanks Mom" she said as she reached for her mother's hand.
"As long as you're my daughter, I will do anything for you. Now you need you rest, because you are coming with us." Ilene said as she gave Serena another heartwarming hug.
"Where?"
"Back home."
to be continued.........
How many people saw that one coming?!???!? Believe me, this plot is twisting and turning on it's own! This fic just keeps getting sadder and sadder, but remember that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Remember minna....feedback is the BEST muse an author can have!!! ^_^ Til next time....
ja ne