Forgiveness Can't Be Forgetful.
It'd had been days, Daniel wouldn't speak to her and it was torture.When Theresa called telling her that Gia couldn't stop talking about Daniel since Pilar's birthday party, and thought it be a nice idea if they had a sleep over, Charity was against the idea at first, however, it was Theresa and this would be the perfect chance to redeem herself with Daniel.What could it hurt?She couldn't just spend her life, living in fear for her life and her son's.
"hey."she said, as the small boy sat on the edge of her old bed facing the window of her very pink, very girlie room...in Daniel's honest oppinion.
"hey."he replied stubbornly, as his mother sat beside him.
"so, hows about Gia?You two seemed to be having allot of fun the other day."
"maybe we were"Daniel huffed."but you wouldn't care, since you were too busy playing kissy face with my new daddy."he went on bitterly.
"Daniel, he isn't your new daddy."she went on, "he'll never be that...he's just a friend of Mommy's."
The boy turned to her with hope in his eyes."were still a familly?"
Charity took her little boy into a hug, she couldn't give him a the answer he deserved without lying.Daniel's childhood shouldn't have to be this way, he shouldn't have to worry about wheather or not he still had a familly to hold onto...he should have already had one, this should have been the furthest thing from his mind, but now it was Daniel's biggest worry.
"we'll have him back by, tomorow mourning" Ethan said, as Gia and Daniel stood side by side looking as if either of them couldn't contain their excitement.
"alright, you know my number if anything."Charity began, as she watched them head out.
"we will."Theresa trailed, rolling her eyes as she watched Ethan, Gia and Daniel race towards the car.
In a few minutes Ethan and Theresa were far from sight, and Charity was alone in the house.Faith had just left a few minutes before, on another date with David.The two seemed to have hit it off quite well, when she was gone.Within minutes of Charity stepping away from the door she noticed, Daniel left one of his favorite toys on the steps, the one he'd insisted be with him every night, as the doorbell rang she was convinced that was him.She walked towards it with a smile, while opening the door.
"we need to talk, Charity."
The Crane mansion to Daniel's view, was quite miraculous.It looked like those houses his mother would describe that could only be concievable, in dreams or stories.The large house was filled with grown-ups, dressed up in wierd out-fits asking Ethan and Theresa if they needed anything, and calling them by 'sir,' or 'madame,' kneeling down towards Gia who was called by 'little miss,'.Everybody else like Gia's grand-father and grand-mother were dressed up in fancy suits and dresses like they were going to some party.Wierd, Daniel thoght to himself, as his wide eyes searched the house.
"c'mon Danny,"Gia's high pitch voice called out as she dragged Daniel up the endless stairs"I have so much to show you!"
Daniel had a few things to comment on, regarding this house, but he decided to follow his mother's timely advice to mind his manners, as he let his new partner in crime lead him up the stairs.
"what about?" she quizzed, as they stood face to face at the door.
"can I come in?" he asked, as he stood in the doorway.
Charity stood away from the door, giving him room to come in."sure." she replied crisply as she watched him enter.
"where's Daniel?" he searched the house for some indication that the boy was home.
"did you come here, to speak to my son, or me Miguel?" she went on a little impatient, with him.
He turned to her, as he spoke."no, I came to speak to you."
Charity remained silent , as she awaited what exactlly he wanted to talk about.
"I- just wanted to apoligize for before, you were right"he paused" what goes on between you and your husband is none of my business."
He seemed to be sincere in his efforts to make amends."it's alright,"Charity began"maybe...I should be thanking you for being so concerned, about us." she replied.
It was awkward to be so estranged from each other, especially regarding their past together before things started to make a turn for the worst.It shouldn't have ended up this way, but it was and now they stood in different parts of a room acting like total strangers.
He wanted to say more.He wanted to tell her, how much he hated how things were going between them...and that if he could change how badly he'd treated her in the past he would, but it was much too late for that.He knew, there was no more room for him in her heart, and he knew she no longer wanted him there."I better get going." he spoke up as he headed towards the door with no hesitations on Charity's part.He paused, his hand on the doorknob as he turned to her." I just wanted you to know, that I'm here, if you need me."
"that's nice of you," she started "but I couldn't you have enough to deal with." he nodded with a slight smile as he began to leave."you, really loved her didn't you?"
Even though he had his own seperate convictions about the Crane mansion and it's inhabitants, Daniel seemed to be having the time of his life.Okay, maybe Gia didn't know the first thing about baseball, however, she did know a thing or two about toys! so that evened out, the conspiracy.First they visited the Crane library where Gia's grandfather Julian was sitting, he seemed so unhappy, to Daniel despite the toothy smiles he gave off to him and Gia he was listening to this really wierd music with a woman with a low toned voice on it. 'It's jazz,' Julian explained when the two inquired about it, but he wasn't very specific on the woman that sang it, she seemed pretty un-happy too...well atleast she sounded like it.
Afterwards, they went to visit Gia's grand-mother Ivy.She like his mother seemed to like having pink frilly girl rooms, as the two quietly crept in they caught her looking deeply into a picture frame, she looked as if she was about to cry as she watched onto the man who was vaugely familiar to Daniel.As he thought, he was the man talking to Miguel in the backyard 'your uncle,Sam.' his mother's voice rang in his head, as he remebered asking about him.Ivy quickly hid the picture as she turned to them, smiling and asking Gia why she hadn't knocked.
Sooner than later they left grand-ma Ivy's room, and the two were walking down the hallway.
"don't you ever get board?" he questioned frankly, regarding her grand mother and father, and her being the only three-year old in the house.Daniel knew it had it's perks,and dissapointments.
"sometimes."Gia replied, quietly before Theresa's voice rang through the house.
"It's time for bed." she said, as she started up the stairs.
"what?"
"Maria," Charity spoke up, as she gingerly walked closer."you really did love her."
He nodded in response to her statement."don't you love Daniel?"
"allot." suddenly, Charity began to feel awful, awfull about the way she treated Miguel days before.As much as she knew he deserved it, after seeing him today she didn't think he deserved it as much."look," she began shakilly as she stepped closer to him."I'm sorry, about the way I acted the other day..."
The two shared yet another uncomfortable awkward silence.This time getting a little more familiar within and realizing this was how it was going to be between them from now on.Yet, each one finding some kind of comfort in the lether's eyes as they continued to approached each other with baby steps and full of thought,letting out years of pent up passion they'd been fighting for years...a passion that was greatly missed.
Was it wrong enough for her to want this?She'd spent all this time running away from her own mistakes, worrying about the consequences of her present actions.Was it wrong to get this type of consolation?At this point she felt like the old Charity, the one who was weaker, and open not the one who tried to shut out everyone who wanted to help or the one who tried to prove to those who thought she couldn't...that she acctually could.She wanted to revert to her old self, she wanted Miguel, to hold her and assure her things were going to be alright.
Her vulnerability rose as his fingertips went fervently up and down her spine, slowly, pulling closer into him.Charity did so willingly until past wouds were opened, and reality once again set itslef in.The sharp pain from her stomach began to rise once more, as she gasped out in pain, she quickly stepped away from Miguel."we--we, can't do this."she fumbelled as she began to walk towards the door."you have to go."
"and do what Charity?"he rose his voice lightly, as he followed."sit around, and pretend like I've never had any feelings for you?"
"maybe you should."she replied while opening the door."it would make things a whole lot better on the both of us."
And with that, he was gone.
His hollow footsteps echoed through the house, as she rose from her bed and headed out the door.She rushed down the steps, running towards the door.She didn't care how far she had to run, just as long as she was away from him.As she pulled the door open, their he stood with his menacing smile and glowering eyes.
"leaving so soon, honey?"he asked her while her frimly shut the door.
she breathed silently as her eyes lay fixaded on the man as she tried to get away.
"well, a funny thing happened when I came home the other night."he spoke calmly while trailing Charity's every move, as she tripped on something he grapped her tighting his grip on her arms."my wife, and my child were gone."
"Jackson, you're hurting me."
"I don't give a shit whether or not I'm hurting you!" he barked, as he shook her."what the fuck were you thinking?" he asked her, while backing her up against the wall.She strarted to feel a sharp pain rush through her, as he kept on backing her against the wall."what?" he'd keep on saying as he did so.
Charity awoke once more from her re-occuring nightmare, her eyes searching the room wildly as she got up, and walked down to the kitchen for some tea, to help her sleep.The house was quiet and dark, as she went downstairs and it remained such while she went back upstairs and settled herself in bed once more.She shut her eyes forcefully trying to clear her mind, as the resounding sound of footsteps kept ringing through her mind as she heard sharp noises.
While she sat up in her bed, she was having a harder time believing her mind was playing tricks with her.Charity took a deep breath, as she stood up and walked towards her door, the sound of the footsteps becoming more prevelent.
"what's the matter, honey?"Faith question concerned of the manner her daugther opened her bedroom door.
It'd had been days, Daniel wouldn't speak to her and it was torture.When Theresa called telling her that Gia couldn't stop talking about Daniel since Pilar's birthday party, and thought it be a nice idea if they had a sleep over, Charity was against the idea at first, however, it was Theresa and this would be the perfect chance to redeem herself with Daniel.What could it hurt?She couldn't just spend her life, living in fear for her life and her son's.
"hey."she said, as the small boy sat on the edge of her old bed facing the window of her very pink, very girlie room...in Daniel's honest oppinion.
"hey."he replied stubbornly, as his mother sat beside him.
"so, hows about Gia?You two seemed to be having allot of fun the other day."
"maybe we were"Daniel huffed."but you wouldn't care, since you were too busy playing kissy face with my new daddy."he went on bitterly.
"Daniel, he isn't your new daddy."she went on, "he'll never be that...he's just a friend of Mommy's."
The boy turned to her with hope in his eyes."were still a familly?"
Charity took her little boy into a hug, she couldn't give him a the answer he deserved without lying.Daniel's childhood shouldn't have to be this way, he shouldn't have to worry about wheather or not he still had a familly to hold onto...he should have already had one, this should have been the furthest thing from his mind, but now it was Daniel's biggest worry.
"we'll have him back by, tomorow mourning" Ethan said, as Gia and Daniel stood side by side looking as if either of them couldn't contain their excitement.
"alright, you know my number if anything."Charity began, as she watched them head out.
"we will."Theresa trailed, rolling her eyes as she watched Ethan, Gia and Daniel race towards the car.
In a few minutes Ethan and Theresa were far from sight, and Charity was alone in the house.Faith had just left a few minutes before, on another date with David.The two seemed to have hit it off quite well, when she was gone.Within minutes of Charity stepping away from the door she noticed, Daniel left one of his favorite toys on the steps, the one he'd insisted be with him every night, as the doorbell rang she was convinced that was him.She walked towards it with a smile, while opening the door.
"we need to talk, Charity."
The Crane mansion to Daniel's view, was quite miraculous.It looked like those houses his mother would describe that could only be concievable, in dreams or stories.The large house was filled with grown-ups, dressed up in wierd out-fits asking Ethan and Theresa if they needed anything, and calling them by 'sir,' or 'madame,' kneeling down towards Gia who was called by 'little miss,'.Everybody else like Gia's grand-father and grand-mother were dressed up in fancy suits and dresses like they were going to some party.Wierd, Daniel thoght to himself, as his wide eyes searched the house.
"c'mon Danny,"Gia's high pitch voice called out as she dragged Daniel up the endless stairs"I have so much to show you!"
Daniel had a few things to comment on, regarding this house, but he decided to follow his mother's timely advice to mind his manners, as he let his new partner in crime lead him up the stairs.
"what about?" she quizzed, as they stood face to face at the door.
"can I come in?" he asked, as he stood in the doorway.
Charity stood away from the door, giving him room to come in."sure." she replied crisply as she watched him enter.
"where's Daniel?" he searched the house for some indication that the boy was home.
"did you come here, to speak to my son, or me Miguel?" she went on a little impatient, with him.
He turned to her, as he spoke."no, I came to speak to you."
Charity remained silent , as she awaited what exactlly he wanted to talk about.
"I- just wanted to apoligize for before, you were right"he paused" what goes on between you and your husband is none of my business."
He seemed to be sincere in his efforts to make amends."it's alright,"Charity began"maybe...I should be thanking you for being so concerned, about us." she replied.
It was awkward to be so estranged from each other, especially regarding their past together before things started to make a turn for the worst.It shouldn't have ended up this way, but it was and now they stood in different parts of a room acting like total strangers.
He wanted to say more.He wanted to tell her, how much he hated how things were going between them...and that if he could change how badly he'd treated her in the past he would, but it was much too late for that.He knew, there was no more room for him in her heart, and he knew she no longer wanted him there."I better get going." he spoke up as he headed towards the door with no hesitations on Charity's part.He paused, his hand on the doorknob as he turned to her." I just wanted you to know, that I'm here, if you need me."
"that's nice of you," she started "but I couldn't you have enough to deal with." he nodded with a slight smile as he began to leave."you, really loved her didn't you?"
Even though he had his own seperate convictions about the Crane mansion and it's inhabitants, Daniel seemed to be having the time of his life.Okay, maybe Gia didn't know the first thing about baseball, however, she did know a thing or two about toys! so that evened out, the conspiracy.First they visited the Crane library where Gia's grandfather Julian was sitting, he seemed so unhappy, to Daniel despite the toothy smiles he gave off to him and Gia he was listening to this really wierd music with a woman with a low toned voice on it. 'It's jazz,' Julian explained when the two inquired about it, but he wasn't very specific on the woman that sang it, she seemed pretty un-happy too...well atleast she sounded like it.
Afterwards, they went to visit Gia's grand-mother Ivy.She like his mother seemed to like having pink frilly girl rooms, as the two quietly crept in they caught her looking deeply into a picture frame, she looked as if she was about to cry as she watched onto the man who was vaugely familiar to Daniel.As he thought, he was the man talking to Miguel in the backyard 'your uncle,Sam.' his mother's voice rang in his head, as he remebered asking about him.Ivy quickly hid the picture as she turned to them, smiling and asking Gia why she hadn't knocked.
Sooner than later they left grand-ma Ivy's room, and the two were walking down the hallway.
"don't you ever get board?" he questioned frankly, regarding her grand mother and father, and her being the only three-year old in the house.Daniel knew it had it's perks,and dissapointments.
"sometimes."Gia replied, quietly before Theresa's voice rang through the house.
"It's time for bed." she said, as she started up the stairs.
"what?"
"Maria," Charity spoke up, as she gingerly walked closer."you really did love her."
He nodded in response to her statement."don't you love Daniel?"
"allot." suddenly, Charity began to feel awful, awfull about the way she treated Miguel days before.As much as she knew he deserved it, after seeing him today she didn't think he deserved it as much."look," she began shakilly as she stepped closer to him."I'm sorry, about the way I acted the other day..."
The two shared yet another uncomfortable awkward silence.This time getting a little more familiar within and realizing this was how it was going to be between them from now on.Yet, each one finding some kind of comfort in the lether's eyes as they continued to approached each other with baby steps and full of thought,letting out years of pent up passion they'd been fighting for years...a passion that was greatly missed.
Was it wrong enough for her to want this?She'd spent all this time running away from her own mistakes, worrying about the consequences of her present actions.Was it wrong to get this type of consolation?At this point she felt like the old Charity, the one who was weaker, and open not the one who tried to shut out everyone who wanted to help or the one who tried to prove to those who thought she couldn't...that she acctually could.She wanted to revert to her old self, she wanted Miguel, to hold her and assure her things were going to be alright.
Her vulnerability rose as his fingertips went fervently up and down her spine, slowly, pulling closer into him.Charity did so willingly until past wouds were opened, and reality once again set itslef in.The sharp pain from her stomach began to rise once more, as she gasped out in pain, she quickly stepped away from Miguel."we--we, can't do this."she fumbelled as she began to walk towards the door."you have to go."
"and do what Charity?"he rose his voice lightly, as he followed."sit around, and pretend like I've never had any feelings for you?"
"maybe you should."she replied while opening the door."it would make things a whole lot better on the both of us."
And with that, he was gone.
His hollow footsteps echoed through the house, as she rose from her bed and headed out the door.She rushed down the steps, running towards the door.She didn't care how far she had to run, just as long as she was away from him.As she pulled the door open, their he stood with his menacing smile and glowering eyes.
"leaving so soon, honey?"he asked her while her frimly shut the door.
she breathed silently as her eyes lay fixaded on the man as she tried to get away.
"well, a funny thing happened when I came home the other night."he spoke calmly while trailing Charity's every move, as she tripped on something he grapped her tighting his grip on her arms."my wife, and my child were gone."
"Jackson, you're hurting me."
"I don't give a shit whether or not I'm hurting you!" he barked, as he shook her."what the fuck were you thinking?" he asked her, while backing her up against the wall.She strarted to feel a sharp pain rush through her, as he kept on backing her against the wall."what?" he'd keep on saying as he did so.
Charity awoke once more from her re-occuring nightmare, her eyes searching the room wildly as she got up, and walked down to the kitchen for some tea, to help her sleep.The house was quiet and dark, as she went downstairs and it remained such while she went back upstairs and settled herself in bed once more.She shut her eyes forcefully trying to clear her mind, as the resounding sound of footsteps kept ringing through her mind as she heard sharp noises.
While she sat up in her bed, she was having a harder time believing her mind was playing tricks with her.Charity took a deep breath, as she stood up and walked towards her door, the sound of the footsteps becoming more prevelent.
"what's the matter, honey?"Faith question concerned of the manner her daugther opened her bedroom door.