Chapter 14: Consultant
Pacing rapidly she walked into her room and swiftly shut the door weakly, which left 1/4 of a gap between the entrance. Slumped down on her bed, she quickly wiped her tears away and opened her nightstand drawer. There lied an upside down 4 by 6 photo frame. Fishing her hand in, it trembled as she about to touch the photo frame. The photo had lied there since Junior was born; she had never picked it up ever since. Grabbed it hastily, she flipped it over and looked at it. It was a picture of Cole kissing her stomach, and they seemed so happy and full of life. They had taken the picture a week after Cole found out she was pregnant. Flipped the photo back over, Phoebe undid the screws from the back and removed its back cover. Gently removed the picture, she read the back description: 'Mommy, Daddy, and you, buddy.' The picture was going into the scrapbook Phoebe had made for Junior, but it never made the final cut. Turned it back over, she ran her thumb over Cole's face and thought to herself. Cole hadn't changed a bit; he was still the same old Cole. His face structure, his walk, his hair was still the same and he hadn't age much either. Not much that she can tell of. She could tell him apart from everyone miles away. He had that unique feature about him that made him apart from everyone else. She guessed that was what drawn her to him in the first place, his unique original individuality.
Out of the blue, there was a knock on the door which threw Phoebe out of her focus and frightened her.
Expeditiously she twisted her body around and was surprised to find Cole standing at the door instead of Junior.
"Hey," She barely whispered, putting the picture away quickly.
"What are you still doing up?" Cole tried to start a conversation. They hadn't had a real talk since his return. He wanted to straighten things out with her and clear the air. Not for her to forgive him but for her to be able to understand he never did what he did intentionally.
"Nothing you should be interested in." She replied, wiping away all her thoughts.
A little taken back by her respond, he lowly replied: "Oh."
"Did you two set up the tent?" Phoebe quickly changed the subject.
"Uh, actually we couldn't find it." Cole replied, still standing at the entrance.
"It must be in the closet in the hallway then."
"Oh, alright."
There was a strange silence between them that made the both of them felt uncomfortable.
Decided to demise it, Phoebe spoke up.
"Cole, I'm not gonna bite you, you can come you."
As Cole walked in, Phoebe continued:
"For some reason, I don't think you came here to talk about tent."
Pursed his lips lightly, he gave her a weak smile and came over to her side.
"May I?" He questioned, indicating to her bed.
"Your room." Phoebe said.
Took a deep breathe, Cole took Phoebe's hand, and turned to her.
"I'm sorry." He trembled, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for the birth of our son. I'm sorry I left with you with all the burden, and most of all I'm sorry for causing you pain and agony."
"You didn't leave me with any burden Cole. You gave me the best gift of all." Phoebe said, "You gave me a son."
"And you've raised him wonderfully." Cole gave her hand a squeeze.
Staring down at his hand on hers, she quickly looked up with a frown as she felt as lump in her throat and tears streaked her cheeks.
"Why?" She tried to speak, getting choked up.
"Why what?" Cole asked, wiping her tears away. He knew what she meant, but he just want to buy sometime to gather his thoughts.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Phoebe sobbed, "I deserved to know."
"Yes, you do." Cole agreed, "I wanted to so much, but every time I tried, he stopped me. You think I wanted this to happen?"
"I don't know." Phoebe answered, bluntly, "I don't know what to think, Cole. If you wanted to prevent what happened, you would have tried to stop it, or find some way to tell my sisters and me before he had gotten you completely."
"Don't you think I tried?" Cole literally yelled.
"Not hard enough!" Phoebe retorted.
"I was trying to save you and our child Phoebe! If I had told you he would have killed you along with my son!"
"I don't believe you." Phoebe shook her head.
"I'm not here to make you believe me, or to forgive me, I'm here because I want you to understand that I never meant to do all the things I did intentionally."
"Understand what?" Phoebe scoffed, "Understand that you just stood back and let him have control of you?"
"You know that's unfair Phoebe." Cole hoarsely spoke, amazed at how persistent she was being.
"No, Cole, what unfair is you left me and our son."
"How can I when you and your sisters vanquished me?"
"You're here aren't you?" Phoebe stated the obvious.
"Yeah, but--" Cole started.
"No buts Cole. You had the time to come back, but you didn't."
"I didn't want to you getting hurt again."
"Than at least came back for your son!"
"I didn't want him to be raised by a half-screwed demonic father!"
"Just get out Cole." Phoebe hold the door opened.
"I'm not leaving until we get this thing straighten out." Cole stubbornly refused, and slammed the door shut.
"Cole, get out!" Phoebe screamed, holding back her tears.
In Junior's room, he was lying on his bed peacefully and was startled out of his sleep by the door slamming and Phoebe's voice. Jumped out in alarmed, he paced out of his room and crept up to her door.
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Pacing rapidly she walked into her room and swiftly shut the door weakly, which left 1/4 of a gap between the entrance. Slumped down on her bed, she quickly wiped her tears away and opened her nightstand drawer. There lied an upside down 4 by 6 photo frame. Fishing her hand in, it trembled as she about to touch the photo frame. The photo had lied there since Junior was born; she had never picked it up ever since. Grabbed it hastily, she flipped it over and looked at it. It was a picture of Cole kissing her stomach, and they seemed so happy and full of life. They had taken the picture a week after Cole found out she was pregnant. Flipped the photo back over, Phoebe undid the screws from the back and removed its back cover. Gently removed the picture, she read the back description: 'Mommy, Daddy, and you, buddy.' The picture was going into the scrapbook Phoebe had made for Junior, but it never made the final cut. Turned it back over, she ran her thumb over Cole's face and thought to herself. Cole hadn't changed a bit; he was still the same old Cole. His face structure, his walk, his hair was still the same and he hadn't age much either. Not much that she can tell of. She could tell him apart from everyone miles away. He had that unique feature about him that made him apart from everyone else. She guessed that was what drawn her to him in the first place, his unique original individuality.
Out of the blue, there was a knock on the door which threw Phoebe out of her focus and frightened her.
Expeditiously she twisted her body around and was surprised to find Cole standing at the door instead of Junior.
"Hey," She barely whispered, putting the picture away quickly.
"What are you still doing up?" Cole tried to start a conversation. They hadn't had a real talk since his return. He wanted to straighten things out with her and clear the air. Not for her to forgive him but for her to be able to understand he never did what he did intentionally.
"Nothing you should be interested in." She replied, wiping away all her thoughts.
A little taken back by her respond, he lowly replied: "Oh."
"Did you two set up the tent?" Phoebe quickly changed the subject.
"Uh, actually we couldn't find it." Cole replied, still standing at the entrance.
"It must be in the closet in the hallway then."
"Oh, alright."
There was a strange silence between them that made the both of them felt uncomfortable.
Decided to demise it, Phoebe spoke up.
"Cole, I'm not gonna bite you, you can come you."
As Cole walked in, Phoebe continued:
"For some reason, I don't think you came here to talk about tent."
Pursed his lips lightly, he gave her a weak smile and came over to her side.
"May I?" He questioned, indicating to her bed.
"Your room." Phoebe said.
Took a deep breathe, Cole took Phoebe's hand, and turned to her.
"I'm sorry." He trembled, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for the birth of our son. I'm sorry I left with you with all the burden, and most of all I'm sorry for causing you pain and agony."
"You didn't leave me with any burden Cole. You gave me the best gift of all." Phoebe said, "You gave me a son."
"And you've raised him wonderfully." Cole gave her hand a squeeze.
Staring down at his hand on hers, she quickly looked up with a frown as she felt as lump in her throat and tears streaked her cheeks.
"Why?" She tried to speak, getting choked up.
"Why what?" Cole asked, wiping her tears away. He knew what she meant, but he just want to buy sometime to gather his thoughts.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Phoebe sobbed, "I deserved to know."
"Yes, you do." Cole agreed, "I wanted to so much, but every time I tried, he stopped me. You think I wanted this to happen?"
"I don't know." Phoebe answered, bluntly, "I don't know what to think, Cole. If you wanted to prevent what happened, you would have tried to stop it, or find some way to tell my sisters and me before he had gotten you completely."
"Don't you think I tried?" Cole literally yelled.
"Not hard enough!" Phoebe retorted.
"I was trying to save you and our child Phoebe! If I had told you he would have killed you along with my son!"
"I don't believe you." Phoebe shook her head.
"I'm not here to make you believe me, or to forgive me, I'm here because I want you to understand that I never meant to do all the things I did intentionally."
"Understand what?" Phoebe scoffed, "Understand that you just stood back and let him have control of you?"
"You know that's unfair Phoebe." Cole hoarsely spoke, amazed at how persistent she was being.
"No, Cole, what unfair is you left me and our son."
"How can I when you and your sisters vanquished me?"
"You're here aren't you?" Phoebe stated the obvious.
"Yeah, but--" Cole started.
"No buts Cole. You had the time to come back, but you didn't."
"I didn't want to you getting hurt again."
"Than at least came back for your son!"
"I didn't want him to be raised by a half-screwed demonic father!"
"Just get out Cole." Phoebe hold the door opened.
"I'm not leaving until we get this thing straighten out." Cole stubbornly refused, and slammed the door shut.
"Cole, get out!" Phoebe screamed, holding back her tears.
In Junior's room, he was lying on his bed peacefully and was startled out of his sleep by the door slamming and Phoebe's voice. Jumped out in alarmed, he paced out of his room and crept up to her door.
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