***Just a little note. I know that some of you have noticed I kinda got off the wagon of going exactly with the way this was originally intended. My purpose for this is because I would like some element to be my own and if I kept everything just so, it would turn into an after school special's evil twin. So I'm just kinda doing my own thing and keeping may aspects of the original material in also. So, if it makes you mad, sorry, but that's the way things are. Either way, I hope you enjoy it some what. Thanks***
Molly sat with a cup of coffee warm in her hands. She was thinking of the past. This woman she'd met online was so familiar feeling. Within the stay of a night, Molly had confided a lot in her, including her name and several pictures of her and her family Fi had.
The woman said her name was Myra. She said she was a thirty-five year old museum secretary, which meant she answered phones and directed calls, with a passion for music and history. She was currently living in Pensacola, but that could soon change. She didn't stay in one place long.
Myra commented on how beautiful the children where and how she remembered them as babies when Rick brought them on during a late night TV interview shortly after Fiona was born. She said how it was funny how quickly a wrinkly baby could grow into a woman. Molly asked her not to remind her. She only had about two years before her baby graduated.
Myra sympathized, even though she claimed no children of her own. She'd tried in the past but had failed. She told Molly about how lucky she was to have them. Molly agreed. She lived in fear everyday that she would loose them.
She said she thought she couldn't really protect them. Just like she couldn't protect Rick. She'd dreamed of a dark cloud surrounding and pulling him into its abyss. But, no matter how she pleaded or fought, he was lost.
Everyone near to Rick bared a scar, but Molly, she still bled. At times she thought she was going half crazy. Times when she'd be on stage and look out into the crowd and see his face, times when she thought she heard his voice whispering or singing in her ear.
The worse was when Fi ran a fever reaching on hundred and two when she was three. She wouldn't stop crying and she couldn't eat or sleep. Molly was so tired and couldn't think straight that she broke down and wept. As her face was buried in her knees, she heard Fi calm slowly and she could have sworn she heard the sound of Rick's voice singing a lullaby on the air. That was impossible. She would have believed it years before, but not anymore.
Just like the time Fi said she'd seen him on that roof in New York. Rachel and Jack had watched her dangling from the roof and heard her cry out instinctively for her mom. Molly had been performing and felt a cold chill pass through her during the bridge of Love is Broken.
She took Fi into her arms like she always did when something like that happened. No one had said anything, but they knew she knew.
It was just one more thing to add to the stacks of things she couldn't change. It was the reason she tried to keep Fi sheltered from the connection with Rick and the secrets of the family. She didn't want her to face the torment like she had to face. Damn John Kane for making her do it. She loved John dearly, but, he had no right. It was her child, not his.
Yes, there was a time she wasn't the best for judgment. From the time she was seventeen until she was twenty-three, she'd had a problem with drinking. The visions had intensified when she hit sixteen. She struggled with them. She never really knew what they meant until it was too late. So, she turned to drowning them. They never went away completely, but she continued to drink. In her mind, she thought it was the only way.
Rick changed her. A drink didn't pass her lips for years. That was, until the accident. Thank God for Ned and Irene. With her parents in Pennsylvania, Rick's in Florida and Nevada, her brother in Detroit, and her sister unwilling, she had no one else to watch her children or her.
The checked her into a rehab center and paid for everything, never thinking of asking for reimbursement. That's just the kind of people they were. Selfless when it came to the people they loved.
But Molly had been sober for fourteen years. She never once though of going back to it. It wasn't for herself, but for her children and her family. She didn't wasn't to fall into that lush mother who used to be a rock star and had her kids taken from her category. Never.
Molly wiped a tear from her eye. Her coffee had long since gone cold. She told Myra that she was sorry, but she had to go. She then ran upstairs and vomited. The memories were just too much.