.:Chapter 15: They Bought It?:.
.:Reverend Wise's eyes widened at her last outburst, looking a bit shocked. He glared at me, as if I had corrupted her somehow:.
.:"Stop glaring at him, Daddy. I won't stand for it. We deserve to be happy too, dammit!" she ground out, glaring at him. He looked at her for a moment, then captured her small hands into his:.
.:"You want to be happy, Darcy? Then stop whatever you are doing with HIM," he said, narrowing his eyes at me:.
.:"He corrupts you and makes you sin. If you want to be happy, trust in the Lord," he finished. Darcy looked at him a moment and shook her head, pulling her hands away:.
.:"The Lord would want me to be happy," she said softly, her eyes defiant against his. He sighed:.
.:"You are making a huge mistake, Darcy," he said, going back inside. He paused at the doorway:.
.:"Not only you two will go straight to hell, but so will your bastard child." Darcy's eyes widened, for we hadn't told him about the child! He grinned at us:.
.:"I'm not stupid. Your mother found the test results in the trash...and you've just married to hide your deceit...I can't believe you are going through with this. I would have let you have an abortion, Darcy, and you wouldn't have had to marry him...":.
.:I love him, Daddy. That's why I married him. He wants to support me and OUR baby and our baby is not a bastard. It will grow up with two parents, REAL parents. I can't believe you are a man of God and you would kill an innocent child. It looks like I've been blind all these years. If we're going to hell...see you there," Darcy spat, taking my hand and pulling me away from her house:.
.:"I'll go back for my things Sunday, when they are both at church," Darcy whispered as we went to my car. She looked hurt and devastated at learning who her father really was. She looked like a small chid who'd been lied to again and again. I'd never lie to her, I told myself. We'll never keep things from one another...:.
.:Two months after our marriage, Darcy and I had moved further away from her parent's house, not wanting them to find us as easily. They could come to us any time they wanted, however, for no one would protect us or our whereabouts. We went to church, but stayed in the last pew with the poorest families. Darcy was working as a waitress at a local café and I did jobs for the wealthier people in town, the ones who didn't like to get their hands dirty:.
.:One night we were in the living room, sitting on the old couch I'd bought, with her on my lap, holding each other when she decided to let out her feelings:.
.:"How are we going to do this?" she whispered, looking a little afraid. She wasn't showing yet, only a slight bulge gave a clue that she was pregnant:.
.:"We'll make due" I said, rocking her in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulders:.
.:"I'll do whatever it takes," I said, sighing:.
.:"I want to find my mother," Darcy said, her eyes raising to mine. I took her hand and kissed it gently:.
.:"Who would know where she lives?" I asked, as we exchanged knowing glances:.
.:"I know how to get them to tell...call them Colvin, and change your voice, ask for Fanny Casteel, tell them you know they used to be her guardians and it is important that you know where she is," Darcy said:.
.:"Do you think that will work?" I asked as she shrugged:.
.:"I don't know...but I need to see her. I don't know, I don't want to go through my life without knowing my real mother," she said and I nodded. What else could I do? I did it:.
.:"They really bought it?" Darcy asked, her eyes happy after I'd obtained the information she craved. I nodded as I whispered the name of the street into her ears. She beamed at me:.
.:"Can we go drop by tomorrow, after work?" she asked, as my lips moved up to capture hers in a soft kiss:.
.:"Anything you want," I said. I was suddenly nervous, for her mother was my sister...how would we explain that? And to our child...that Fanny Casteel was both its grandmother and aunt? Why did things have to be so confusing?:.
.:Reverend Wise's eyes widened at her last outburst, looking a bit shocked. He glared at me, as if I had corrupted her somehow:.
.:"Stop glaring at him, Daddy. I won't stand for it. We deserve to be happy too, dammit!" she ground out, glaring at him. He looked at her for a moment, then captured her small hands into his:.
.:"You want to be happy, Darcy? Then stop whatever you are doing with HIM," he said, narrowing his eyes at me:.
.:"He corrupts you and makes you sin. If you want to be happy, trust in the Lord," he finished. Darcy looked at him a moment and shook her head, pulling her hands away:.
.:"The Lord would want me to be happy," she said softly, her eyes defiant against his. He sighed:.
.:"You are making a huge mistake, Darcy," he said, going back inside. He paused at the doorway:.
.:"Not only you two will go straight to hell, but so will your bastard child." Darcy's eyes widened, for we hadn't told him about the child! He grinned at us:.
.:"I'm not stupid. Your mother found the test results in the trash...and you've just married to hide your deceit...I can't believe you are going through with this. I would have let you have an abortion, Darcy, and you wouldn't have had to marry him...":.
.:I love him, Daddy. That's why I married him. He wants to support me and OUR baby and our baby is not a bastard. It will grow up with two parents, REAL parents. I can't believe you are a man of God and you would kill an innocent child. It looks like I've been blind all these years. If we're going to hell...see you there," Darcy spat, taking my hand and pulling me away from her house:.
.:"I'll go back for my things Sunday, when they are both at church," Darcy whispered as we went to my car. She looked hurt and devastated at learning who her father really was. She looked like a small chid who'd been lied to again and again. I'd never lie to her, I told myself. We'll never keep things from one another...:.
.:Two months after our marriage, Darcy and I had moved further away from her parent's house, not wanting them to find us as easily. They could come to us any time they wanted, however, for no one would protect us or our whereabouts. We went to church, but stayed in the last pew with the poorest families. Darcy was working as a waitress at a local café and I did jobs for the wealthier people in town, the ones who didn't like to get their hands dirty:.
.:One night we were in the living room, sitting on the old couch I'd bought, with her on my lap, holding each other when she decided to let out her feelings:.
.:"How are we going to do this?" she whispered, looking a little afraid. She wasn't showing yet, only a slight bulge gave a clue that she was pregnant:.
.:"We'll make due" I said, rocking her in my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulders:.
.:"I'll do whatever it takes," I said, sighing:.
.:"I want to find my mother," Darcy said, her eyes raising to mine. I took her hand and kissed it gently:.
.:"Who would know where she lives?" I asked, as we exchanged knowing glances:.
.:"I know how to get them to tell...call them Colvin, and change your voice, ask for Fanny Casteel, tell them you know they used to be her guardians and it is important that you know where she is," Darcy said:.
.:"Do you think that will work?" I asked as she shrugged:.
.:"I don't know...but I need to see her. I don't know, I don't want to go through my life without knowing my real mother," she said and I nodded. What else could I do? I did it:.
.:"They really bought it?" Darcy asked, her eyes happy after I'd obtained the information she craved. I nodded as I whispered the name of the street into her ears. She beamed at me:.
.:"Can we go drop by tomorrow, after work?" she asked, as my lips moved up to capture hers in a soft kiss:.
.:"Anything you want," I said. I was suddenly nervous, for her mother was my sister...how would we explain that? And to our child...that Fanny Casteel was both its grandmother and aunt? Why did things have to be so confusing?:.