I'm so sorry for the wait on this chapter - school is kicking my butt right
now, but I'll try to update as soon as I can.
Anna turned to face her mother, anger shining in her eyes, "so Kevin's not my father."
Lucy struggled to maintain her composure as she reprimanded her daughter, "of course Kevin's your father, he's just not your birth father."
A tear welled up in Anna's eye, furiously she wiped it away, "why didn't you tell me?" Anna asked after taking a moment to regain her composure, none the less, her voice expressed more hurt than anger.
"I, we didn't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" Anna asked, faking laughter, "you think that this doesn't hurt me. How would you feel mom? How would you feel if."
Lucy took a step closer to Anna, trying to stay calm, "Anna, I'm sorry, I'm so, so very sorry."
"Don't. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want you to apologize, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you for this, how could you think it wouldn't matter to me."
Lucy stared at her daughter, her mouth wide open.
Anna let out an exasperated sigh, then stormed out of the church.
Lucy slowly turned, in time to see her daughter slam the church-door closed.
"Anna, wait," she pleaded.
When Lucy heard Kevin's car pulling away from the parking lot she fell down to her knees, "God, please help me, please help us."
Before Lucy could continue the prayer, her cell phone began to ring. Lucy sighed and pulled the buzzing phone from the small handbag she carried.
"Hello?" she asked, without bothering to look at the caller ID.
"Are you okay?" Kevin's voice asked immediately.
Lucy sighed, "our daughter hates me."
"Did you find her?" Kevin asked, knowing he was saying the wrong thing.
"Yes, I found her," Lucy screamed into the phone.
"Well can I talk to her?"
"If she was still here, do you think I'd be talking to you?" she asked, still screaming.
Kevin sighed, "Luce, I'm sorry."
A tear rolled down Lucy's cheeks as she crawled to a nearby pew, "I'm sorry too, I didn't meant to yell at you."
"It's okay, where are you?"
"The church?"
"She went to the church?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Lucy snapped, the anger returning to her voice.
"No, of course not, it just surprised me that that's where Anna would choose to go."
"I'm sorry," Lucy whispered again, realizing that Kevin must be feeling the same way she was.
"It's okay, so what are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Kevin asked, in complete surprise.
"Yes, nothing," Lucy replied, her tone emotionless.
"Why nothing?" Kevin asked, still confused.
"Because, there's nothing we can do, think about it Kev, she has every right to be angry with us, and telling her she doesn't won't do any good."
"Shouldn't we go look for her, and at least try to talk to her."
"No." Lucy answered, her tone still lacking emotion, "I'll be home in a few minutes."
Lucy quickly hung up the phone, allowing the dial tone to ring in Kevin's ear.
Lucy turned to face the altar once more, "please, God, please help us."
With that she quickly turned around and left the church.
~
The moment Lucy entered the house, Kevin ran to greet her, tightly embracing her.
"I'm sure everything will be okay," he reassured, despite his doubt.
Lucy pulled away, "no you're not. Kev, we've been married sixteen years, you can't lie to me anymore, you and I both know that Anna may never come back again."
"I'm sure she'll forgive yo . . . us, it will just take time."
Lucy stared at him, both fear and anger glistened in her eyes, "how would you react? I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd ever speak to my parents again."
Kevin sighed, much as he wanted to tell her she wasn't, he knew Lucy was right.
Lucy sighed, sitting down on the couch, "so what do we do while we wait to see if our daughter will ever speak to us again?"
"Make dinner?" Kevin asked, glancing at the clock.
Lucy rolled her eyes, stormed into the kitchen and quickly made Kevin a sandwich.
Kevin stared at her as she shoved the plate into his chest, "want me to make you one?" he asked, trying to keep the atmosphere slightly calm.
Lucy looked at him angrily, "I don't feel like eating, all I want to do is. . . hold her." With each word, Lucy's voice grew sadder.
Kevin quickly embraced his wife as her tears dampened his shirt.
Lucy allowed him to hold her for a few minutes, then glanced up at her husband, "I don't want to loose her."
"I know." Kevin whispered, rocking her gently, "I know."
Anna turned to face her mother, anger shining in her eyes, "so Kevin's not my father."
Lucy struggled to maintain her composure as she reprimanded her daughter, "of course Kevin's your father, he's just not your birth father."
A tear welled up in Anna's eye, furiously she wiped it away, "why didn't you tell me?" Anna asked after taking a moment to regain her composure, none the less, her voice expressed more hurt than anger.
"I, we didn't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" Anna asked, faking laughter, "you think that this doesn't hurt me. How would you feel mom? How would you feel if."
Lucy took a step closer to Anna, trying to stay calm, "Anna, I'm sorry, I'm so, so very sorry."
"Don't. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want you to apologize, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive you for this, how could you think it wouldn't matter to me."
Lucy stared at her daughter, her mouth wide open.
Anna let out an exasperated sigh, then stormed out of the church.
Lucy slowly turned, in time to see her daughter slam the church-door closed.
"Anna, wait," she pleaded.
When Lucy heard Kevin's car pulling away from the parking lot she fell down to her knees, "God, please help me, please help us."
Before Lucy could continue the prayer, her cell phone began to ring. Lucy sighed and pulled the buzzing phone from the small handbag she carried.
"Hello?" she asked, without bothering to look at the caller ID.
"Are you okay?" Kevin's voice asked immediately.
Lucy sighed, "our daughter hates me."
"Did you find her?" Kevin asked, knowing he was saying the wrong thing.
"Yes, I found her," Lucy screamed into the phone.
"Well can I talk to her?"
"If she was still here, do you think I'd be talking to you?" she asked, still screaming.
Kevin sighed, "Luce, I'm sorry."
A tear rolled down Lucy's cheeks as she crawled to a nearby pew, "I'm sorry too, I didn't meant to yell at you."
"It's okay, where are you?"
"The church?"
"She went to the church?"
"Do you have a problem with that?" Lucy snapped, the anger returning to her voice.
"No, of course not, it just surprised me that that's where Anna would choose to go."
"I'm sorry," Lucy whispered again, realizing that Kevin must be feeling the same way she was.
"It's okay, so what are we going to do?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Kevin asked, in complete surprise.
"Yes, nothing," Lucy replied, her tone emotionless.
"Why nothing?" Kevin asked, still confused.
"Because, there's nothing we can do, think about it Kev, she has every right to be angry with us, and telling her she doesn't won't do any good."
"Shouldn't we go look for her, and at least try to talk to her."
"No." Lucy answered, her tone still lacking emotion, "I'll be home in a few minutes."
Lucy quickly hung up the phone, allowing the dial tone to ring in Kevin's ear.
Lucy turned to face the altar once more, "please, God, please help us."
With that she quickly turned around and left the church.
~
The moment Lucy entered the house, Kevin ran to greet her, tightly embracing her.
"I'm sure everything will be okay," he reassured, despite his doubt.
Lucy pulled away, "no you're not. Kev, we've been married sixteen years, you can't lie to me anymore, you and I both know that Anna may never come back again."
"I'm sure she'll forgive yo . . . us, it will just take time."
Lucy stared at him, both fear and anger glistened in her eyes, "how would you react? I don't know about you, but I don't think I'd ever speak to my parents again."
Kevin sighed, much as he wanted to tell her she wasn't, he knew Lucy was right.
Lucy sighed, sitting down on the couch, "so what do we do while we wait to see if our daughter will ever speak to us again?"
"Make dinner?" Kevin asked, glancing at the clock.
Lucy rolled her eyes, stormed into the kitchen and quickly made Kevin a sandwich.
Kevin stared at her as she shoved the plate into his chest, "want me to make you one?" he asked, trying to keep the atmosphere slightly calm.
Lucy looked at him angrily, "I don't feel like eating, all I want to do is. . . hold her." With each word, Lucy's voice grew sadder.
Kevin quickly embraced his wife as her tears dampened his shirt.
Lucy allowed him to hold her for a few minutes, then glanced up at her husband, "I don't want to loose her."
"I know." Kevin whispered, rocking her gently, "I know."