NOTE TO READERS: OMG, look who FINALLY updated. I've been sick all week.
The flu is going around my school, but apparently I caught something else,
and now that's going around school. Anyway, sorry it took a while to
update. I've been a little skeptical on how to continue. It's hard, I
already know the ending but I can't think of the middle too well.
MORBIDITY: I'm not sure how many chapters there are going to be. I just think them up and put them on paper. But there will be a few more, because in the last chapter Lizzie was only about 3 months pregnant. I'm going to go through the pregnancy and do my best to build up suspense. But I will jump time every so often because if you didn't realize the last 13 chapters all occurred around the same week. If I continue the story, telling what happens everyday, then there would be a LOT of chapters.
OTHERS: A lot of people have been asking me who the father is. Well, I'm not going to reveal that until it occurs in the story. If I tell you, then the story wouldn't have as much meaning. I haven't told anyone who the father is, although I have been pleaded too, I just don't think its fair to everyone else and to yourself. If you read a book and read the ending first, it would be pretty boring to read the rest of the book. So, if you'll bare with me, you will find out sooner or later.
Now on to the story, enjoy.
Every weekday for the following two months, Larry would show up for the tutoring sessions at exactly three and leave at six. He never spoke a word, not referring to something besides the lesson, except on Fridays when he collected his weekly pay. Only then, though, he spoke to Jo, never Lizzie.
"Miss McGuire, the doctor can see you now."
"Honey," Jo said to her expressionless daughter, sitting beside her. "They're calling you."
Lizzie looked to her mother, no emotion lying on her face, for there were no more emotions left inside of her. Jo led her daughter to the doctor's office, trying best to comfort, but failing. Jo turned her face when she felt a tear descending from her eye, but it didn't matter. Lizzie never noticed, she seemed to be dead to the world and had been for quite some time now. Although inside millions of feelings and memories ripped her apart non-stop, on the outside Lizzie showed no signs.
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Matt and Kate sat on the couch nervously awaiting the results from Lizzie's tests. Two weeks ago, Jo suggested that Lizzie have a check up to see if mother and baby were well. She would have done it sooner, but wanted to wait until Lizzie was more adjusted, a desire that would never come.
When the day of Lizzie's appointment came, Jo thought it best if Kate and Matt stood behind. Matt began to protest, but Kate cut him off, reassuring Jo they would wait at the McGuire's household.
Sounds of footsteps descending the stairs broke the silence between the two.
Approaching the stairs, leading to the front door, followed by Kate, Matt found Sam McGuire about to sneak out. Since Sam didn't attend work on Saturdays Matt was surprised to see him standing there, before him. He usually spent them sleeping, only to wake for meals. Even then, food was left outside his door so there was no reason
to leave the emptiness of the room. When he saw the suitcase residing next to Sam, he knew all to well of what he planned.
Neither spoke, they just stood there, staring at one another. Sam looked towards the front door, saying nothing, but obviously unhappy with what he planned on doing. Matt took one step closer to the man formally known as his father, but now he wasn't sure what Sam's purpose was in his life. Matt shook his head, mostly in defeat, but partly trying to make him stay and be the father he knew was inside this man. A single tear escaped from Sam, but he did not wipe it away. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he looked towards his only son, the only heir to his name, still unable to find words. Their eyes locked and Matt could see deep inside his father's soul. Although Sam's body language showed him deserting the family in their time of need, his eyes were a completely different story. They spoke of sorrow and fear. Matt nodded towards him, upset, but knowing nothing could keep this man here and with that, he was gone.
"Matt," Kate sympathized while placing her hands on his shoulders trying her best to comfort.
Matt stood there, staring at the door. Breaking away from Kate, he slowly walked to the mantle in the living room, with Kate following. Many pictures of the family were lying on it. Then, a sudden urge filled him, much like the first time Sam had left, only worse. He had the desire to destroy the world, make them feel like he did. If his world wasn't intact, why should anyone else's be?
Suddenly, Matt found himself throwing the photos across the room. Glass shattered as he threw a vase to the floor; wood cracked as he punched the walls, and the floor jumped as objects rushed to meet their end.
Looking around, he fell to the floor in tears, grasping his knees for dear life. Kate, who said nothing during Matt's rampage, rushed to his side. He tried to cover his face, hide his tears; he had to be strong, for Lizzie, the family, as well as himself. Kate sat beside him, hugging him, comforting as best she could. As Matt moved his head to her shoulder, she felt the tears fall down her face as well, but wiped them away. Matt had enough on his mind already; she couldn't make the pain worse.
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Jo looked over at her daughter, seated next to her in the doctor's office. After a little more than an hour, the tests were completed; they were awaiting the results. It killed her inside and out to see her daughter like this.
During the ultrasound, Jo and Lizzie heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. It brought Jo back to her pregnancies with Lizzie and Matt. The image of Sam, grasping her hand, and vice versa. The heartbeat of the child, it was magnificent in itself, but sharing it with someone she loved made it so much better. Jo, filled with joy at the sound, but then looked towards Lizzie during her ultra sound and felt another tear coming. Lizzie didn't even realize what was happening. It didn't seem to faze her that the sound was her baby's heart. Lizzie was in a coma to the world, but still awake to the demons inside her mind and soul.
Jo turned away, looking for something else to occupy her, already overfilled head. She saw some diplomas and degrees hanging on the wall and some pictures on the desk. A nameplate next to them read "Dr. Tookman."
"Ok, Miss McGuire, your test results are in.," said Dr. Tookman as he entered. Lizzie stared at him blankly he seemed so familiar. Was this the doctor doing all her exams? Lizzie couldn't remember. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
The mustache lying on his face seemed to give it away. It was the same doctor who had given her the "malnutrition talk," only three months ago.
"Anyway," the doctor continued quickly when he say Jo tighten, "let me start off by saying both baby and mother to be are in good health." Jo relaxed at this and, although no one could tell, so did Lizzie.
"Now about the other thing you asked, Mrs. McGuire," he said disappointed. Lizzie tried to remember the test and what her mother had asked, but nothing came to her. She merely sat there, still expressing nothing. "You wanted to discuss the likely hood of figuring out the father."
Lizzie jerked up at this, which caused the doctor to stop mid sentence. This was the answer she was looking for. She would finally be able to know who the father was. Knowing in her heart that whatever the answer may be, it would ruin that person's life, but she had to know anyway. If it were Danny's, Miranda and his relationship would be dead, never to be resurrected. If Larry were the father, he would be more hurt than before, for he loved Lizzie, but at the same time hated her. This may drive him off the edge. She knew that if it were Ethan's, though he would deny it. His life wouldn't change. People like him never change. Then there was Gordo. He already hated her and this would drive him farther away from her. "He once was my best friend, but now he can't even bare to look at me," Lizzie thought.
"I'm sorry, there aren't many options here." Dr. Tookman broke Lizzie's thoughts, "You can have a DNA test done," Lizzie looked up, already agreeing to that. "There are some complications though. In order to proceed with a DNA test, we would have to wait until the baby is born, and at least one year old, so as not to harm the child. We would also need the consent of each possible father." Lizzie sank back in her chair, depressed. She knew, none of them would agree to that.
"Anyway," Dr. Tookman said, changing the subject, "I can tell you the conceived date of the child."
He began rummaging through Lizzie's file. Jo put her hand on Lizzie's, but Lizzie made no reaction. She didn't care what was happening. Nothing could fix the mess she called her life. All she wanted to do was go under her covers in her warm bed and wish this all away. She thought if she wished hard and long enough, it would change. It was a desperate feeling she had been having since the beginning.
"Ah," Dr. Tookman spoke again, "the day the child was conceived was August 27th."
Lizzie just got up and headed to the door. Nothing he said was doing any good. He gave her answers, but to the wrong questions. There was nothing this doctor could do for her now. There was nothing anyone could do. It was hopeless; she was hopeless.
Jo followed her daughter, wanting to persuade her to stay, but knew nothing would help.
"Wait!" the doctor called out, "Don't you want to know the sex?"
Jo looked to her daughter, who was facing the door with her hand on the knob. She knew Lizzie wouldn't speak, but either could Jo. The tears she forced to stop were choking her up. Her daughter was in so much pain, and there was nothing Jo could do. She hated that feeling even more than then seeing her daughter like this. She simply nodded towards the doctor.
"Ok, Miss McGuire, you will be having a."
ANOTHER NOTE: I'm evil, aren't I? Sorry about that. I promise to try and update sooner. Tell me what you think. Also, how do you make the words appear bold, underlined, or italics. I save it on my computer in that style, but it doesn't show up when I upload it. If you know, note me or e- mail me at Llisa025@aol.com. Thanks in advance.
MORBIDITY: I'm not sure how many chapters there are going to be. I just think them up and put them on paper. But there will be a few more, because in the last chapter Lizzie was only about 3 months pregnant. I'm going to go through the pregnancy and do my best to build up suspense. But I will jump time every so often because if you didn't realize the last 13 chapters all occurred around the same week. If I continue the story, telling what happens everyday, then there would be a LOT of chapters.
OTHERS: A lot of people have been asking me who the father is. Well, I'm not going to reveal that until it occurs in the story. If I tell you, then the story wouldn't have as much meaning. I haven't told anyone who the father is, although I have been pleaded too, I just don't think its fair to everyone else and to yourself. If you read a book and read the ending first, it would be pretty boring to read the rest of the book. So, if you'll bare with me, you will find out sooner or later.
Now on to the story, enjoy.
Every weekday for the following two months, Larry would show up for the tutoring sessions at exactly three and leave at six. He never spoke a word, not referring to something besides the lesson, except on Fridays when he collected his weekly pay. Only then, though, he spoke to Jo, never Lizzie.
"Miss McGuire, the doctor can see you now."
"Honey," Jo said to her expressionless daughter, sitting beside her. "They're calling you."
Lizzie looked to her mother, no emotion lying on her face, for there were no more emotions left inside of her. Jo led her daughter to the doctor's office, trying best to comfort, but failing. Jo turned her face when she felt a tear descending from her eye, but it didn't matter. Lizzie never noticed, she seemed to be dead to the world and had been for quite some time now. Although inside millions of feelings and memories ripped her apart non-stop, on the outside Lizzie showed no signs.
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Matt and Kate sat on the couch nervously awaiting the results from Lizzie's tests. Two weeks ago, Jo suggested that Lizzie have a check up to see if mother and baby were well. She would have done it sooner, but wanted to wait until Lizzie was more adjusted, a desire that would never come.
When the day of Lizzie's appointment came, Jo thought it best if Kate and Matt stood behind. Matt began to protest, but Kate cut him off, reassuring Jo they would wait at the McGuire's household.
Sounds of footsteps descending the stairs broke the silence between the two.
Approaching the stairs, leading to the front door, followed by Kate, Matt found Sam McGuire about to sneak out. Since Sam didn't attend work on Saturdays Matt was surprised to see him standing there, before him. He usually spent them sleeping, only to wake for meals. Even then, food was left outside his door so there was no reason
to leave the emptiness of the room. When he saw the suitcase residing next to Sam, he knew all to well of what he planned.
Neither spoke, they just stood there, staring at one another. Sam looked towards the front door, saying nothing, but obviously unhappy with what he planned on doing. Matt took one step closer to the man formally known as his father, but now he wasn't sure what Sam's purpose was in his life. Matt shook his head, mostly in defeat, but partly trying to make him stay and be the father he knew was inside this man. A single tear escaped from Sam, but he did not wipe it away. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he looked towards his only son, the only heir to his name, still unable to find words. Their eyes locked and Matt could see deep inside his father's soul. Although Sam's body language showed him deserting the family in their time of need, his eyes were a completely different story. They spoke of sorrow and fear. Matt nodded towards him, upset, but knowing nothing could keep this man here and with that, he was gone.
"Matt," Kate sympathized while placing her hands on his shoulders trying her best to comfort.
Matt stood there, staring at the door. Breaking away from Kate, he slowly walked to the mantle in the living room, with Kate following. Many pictures of the family were lying on it. Then, a sudden urge filled him, much like the first time Sam had left, only worse. He had the desire to destroy the world, make them feel like he did. If his world wasn't intact, why should anyone else's be?
Suddenly, Matt found himself throwing the photos across the room. Glass shattered as he threw a vase to the floor; wood cracked as he punched the walls, and the floor jumped as objects rushed to meet their end.
Looking around, he fell to the floor in tears, grasping his knees for dear life. Kate, who said nothing during Matt's rampage, rushed to his side. He tried to cover his face, hide his tears; he had to be strong, for Lizzie, the family, as well as himself. Kate sat beside him, hugging him, comforting as best she could. As Matt moved his head to her shoulder, she felt the tears fall down her face as well, but wiped them away. Matt had enough on his mind already; she couldn't make the pain worse.
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Jo looked over at her daughter, seated next to her in the doctor's office. After a little more than an hour, the tests were completed; they were awaiting the results. It killed her inside and out to see her daughter like this.
During the ultrasound, Jo and Lizzie heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. It brought Jo back to her pregnancies with Lizzie and Matt. The image of Sam, grasping her hand, and vice versa. The heartbeat of the child, it was magnificent in itself, but sharing it with someone she loved made it so much better. Jo, filled with joy at the sound, but then looked towards Lizzie during her ultra sound and felt another tear coming. Lizzie didn't even realize what was happening. It didn't seem to faze her that the sound was her baby's heart. Lizzie was in a coma to the world, but still awake to the demons inside her mind and soul.
Jo turned away, looking for something else to occupy her, already overfilled head. She saw some diplomas and degrees hanging on the wall and some pictures on the desk. A nameplate next to them read "Dr. Tookman."
"Ok, Miss McGuire, your test results are in.," said Dr. Tookman as he entered. Lizzie stared at him blankly he seemed so familiar. Was this the doctor doing all her exams? Lizzie couldn't remember. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
The mustache lying on his face seemed to give it away. It was the same doctor who had given her the "malnutrition talk," only three months ago.
"Anyway," the doctor continued quickly when he say Jo tighten, "let me start off by saying both baby and mother to be are in good health." Jo relaxed at this and, although no one could tell, so did Lizzie.
"Now about the other thing you asked, Mrs. McGuire," he said disappointed. Lizzie tried to remember the test and what her mother had asked, but nothing came to her. She merely sat there, still expressing nothing. "You wanted to discuss the likely hood of figuring out the father."
Lizzie jerked up at this, which caused the doctor to stop mid sentence. This was the answer she was looking for. She would finally be able to know who the father was. Knowing in her heart that whatever the answer may be, it would ruin that person's life, but she had to know anyway. If it were Danny's, Miranda and his relationship would be dead, never to be resurrected. If Larry were the father, he would be more hurt than before, for he loved Lizzie, but at the same time hated her. This may drive him off the edge. She knew that if it were Ethan's, though he would deny it. His life wouldn't change. People like him never change. Then there was Gordo. He already hated her and this would drive him farther away from her. "He once was my best friend, but now he can't even bare to look at me," Lizzie thought.
"I'm sorry, there aren't many options here." Dr. Tookman broke Lizzie's thoughts, "You can have a DNA test done," Lizzie looked up, already agreeing to that. "There are some complications though. In order to proceed with a DNA test, we would have to wait until the baby is born, and at least one year old, so as not to harm the child. We would also need the consent of each possible father." Lizzie sank back in her chair, depressed. She knew, none of them would agree to that.
"Anyway," Dr. Tookman said, changing the subject, "I can tell you the conceived date of the child."
He began rummaging through Lizzie's file. Jo put her hand on Lizzie's, but Lizzie made no reaction. She didn't care what was happening. Nothing could fix the mess she called her life. All she wanted to do was go under her covers in her warm bed and wish this all away. She thought if she wished hard and long enough, it would change. It was a desperate feeling she had been having since the beginning.
"Ah," Dr. Tookman spoke again, "the day the child was conceived was August 27th."
Lizzie just got up and headed to the door. Nothing he said was doing any good. He gave her answers, but to the wrong questions. There was nothing this doctor could do for her now. There was nothing anyone could do. It was hopeless; she was hopeless.
Jo followed her daughter, wanting to persuade her to stay, but knew nothing would help.
"Wait!" the doctor called out, "Don't you want to know the sex?"
Jo looked to her daughter, who was facing the door with her hand on the knob. She knew Lizzie wouldn't speak, but either could Jo. The tears she forced to stop were choking her up. Her daughter was in so much pain, and there was nothing Jo could do. She hated that feeling even more than then seeing her daughter like this. She simply nodded towards the doctor.
"Ok, Miss McGuire, you will be having a."
ANOTHER NOTE: I'm evil, aren't I? Sorry about that. I promise to try and update sooner. Tell me what you think. Also, how do you make the words appear bold, underlined, or italics. I save it on my computer in that style, but it doesn't show up when I upload it. If you know, note me or e- mail me at Llisa025@aol.com. Thanks in advance.
