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KATIE : I know aren't I just so mean, but whose to say I haven't killed him in this chapter lol. Suspensefulness? ponders, I don't think it was, but it is now lol. Actually, you can actually register new words you know, I don't know how, but you can, maybe you should. Oh, ok, you beat me because of the whole they don't think you're normal, but I have the WORST old people neighbours, trust me. They are late 50's early 60's, they have 2 children who are in their 30's, but the daughter who is younger acts and dresses like she's 90 odd. I once started playing Whitney Housten really loud when I was washing the car, and she stormed inside. The mother, has these white body suites and she's quite a big lady, so they are like white flags of surrender lol, but the worst part, is they've got pee marks – disgusting some lol. You got Ducky socks, how jealous am I, my family and friends haven't got that type of intuition :(. Oh and Happy Birthday – sorry it's late lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'
DUCKS-GO-QUACK-00 : I don't think you've told me how brilliant this story is a million times, but say it once more and I think it'll be a million lol. You're questions will be answered in due time lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'
Chapter 6
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I went home with Adam for an hour, whilst Julie and Emma packed their bags. I don't know why I didn't put up much more of a fight to go on my own. I think subconciously I needed them or wanted them to come with me. I hated the idea of leaving Tyler when he needed me, I hated leaving Pete to cope with all 4 of them, but there was just something about the prison officers words or tone that told me there was something he wasn't telling me. I was pacing around all over the place, unable to sit still, Adam just sat on the bed watching me, eventually he stood and pulled my arm, getting me to sit next to him. For no reason at all, I began crying.
"Shh, shh, it's ok. Let it out". He whispered, pulling me tightly to him.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way". I wept.
"I'm gonna talk to Coach tomorrow and follow you out there". He told me.
"Adam, you have to stay. I wished you could come too, but I'm not gonna let you throw your life away". I told him.
"You're my life, you, Kelly and Tyler are all I care about". He told me.
"Please Adam, don't"... I began, but Charlie and the others had arrived, shouting to let us know. "I'll only be gone a few days". I told him, before leading the way down the stairs.
Unsurprisingly, the guys drove us to the airport. We hadn't got to wait long for the flight, and although I was dying to get on it, I was also wanting to stay. Adam held me close the whole time we were there, I felt some comfort, but at the same time, I felt confused, my head was spinning, I felt this and I felt that. One minute I was feeling all emotional, the next I was angry and annoyed. Eventually the flight was called, I gave Adam a kiss, before looking into his eyes, probably for some kind of reassurance that I was doing the right thing.
"Everything's gonna be ok. It'll be something and nothing". He whispered in my ear as he held me close to him.
I nodded gently, not allowing myself to let him go. It was only when we were reminded again that our flight was boarding, that I pulled back a little, giving him a kiss, before slowly backing away from him. As we boarded the flight, I felt surreal, as though all this was a dream well a nightmare really. It felt like I was an actress in a popular day time soap opera – you know the totally unbelievable kind, but you have to keep watching anyway. Funny really, I remember watching things like that as a kid and saying, 'if ever I had that much drama in my life, I'd probably kill myself', it's weird how things pan out isn't it. I sat in my seat, totally oblivious to the happenings around me. All I could think about was Tyler, my mom and what could be possibly to terrible that I had done to deserve all the heart ache I'd gone through lately. I don't think I registered anything that Emma or Julie said to me, just nodded along with their conversation. I can't say I particularly remember landing, but just followed the general direction that Julie and Emma were leading me in. It was only when the bell boy of the hotel made his presence be known, waiting for a tip, that I realized I was there. I quickly fumbled with my purse, retrieving a $10 bill and handing it to him. Stupid bell boys always wanting tips. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed my jacket and stuffed a few dollars in my jeans pocket. Just as I was doing so, Julie and Emma came into my room.
"Where you going Con"? Julie asked.
"I gotta go to the prison, find out about what happened to my mom". I replied.
"Why don't you wait until tomorrow, get a good nights sleep first". Emma suggested.
"I can't wait. If I stay here, the last thing I'll do is sleep". I replied, heading past them.
"Hold on, we'll come with you". Emma gave in immediately.
We headed straight for the prison. I'd been here on numerous occasions before, it didn't particularly bother me now, but I remember my first visit all too well. The tall brick walls with barbed wire on the top, the metal gates that prison officers opened whilst looking at you skeptically. Julie and Emma a little nervous about the whole security thing, stayed close, gripping their purses like they were their life, I don't blame them, I had been exactly the same my first time here. We walked through the metal detectors and I headed straight for the main desk.
"Hi, I'm Connie Moreau, I was called yesterday about my mom". I told the guy.
"Ah yes, I'll just get someone to come and talk to you". He disappeared for a few minutes, before returning with another officer in tow.
"Connie Moreau"? The second officer asked.
"Yea". I answered, taking the hand he was now offering me.
"Would you like to come this way to my office". He gestured and I nodded in response.
"C'mon guys". I wanted Julie and Emma there.
"Would you like a drink or anything"? He asked once we were in his office.
"No thank you. I just want to know what's wrong with my mom". I got straight to the point.
"Your mom was injured when one of her cell mates tried escaping. She was in on the plot and when we caught them, they continued their escape route, but your mom fell, and unfortunately landed on her own knife". He told me.
"She... she... she"... I suddenly felt dumbstruck, my hands had begun shaking in shock and tears fell freely from my eyes.
"I'm sorry, You shouldn't have to go through this". He sympathized. "If you would like, I can arrange for one of my officers to drive you to the hospital". I nodded pathetically.
I can't remember much of the journey, my mind was on my mom. What was she thinking? Did she actually think she'd get away with this marvallous escape plan she and this unknown woman had created. Sometimes it felt I was the mother and she was the daughter, she had no sense of responsibility or what her actions would cause other people. When we got to the hospital, I climbed out of the car and followed Julie and Emma, who had asked the officer at the prison which ward she was on. When we got on the right ward, I knew exactly where she was. Well the officer sat nursing a cup of coffee was the big give away. On reaching where she was being treated in a private room, I could see another officer sat inside, watching my mom with eagle eyes, not that there was much to watch as she was either asleep or unconscious.
"Can I help you"? The officer outside asked, when he noticed I was looking into the room.
"She's my mom". I mumbled.
"Feel free to go in then". He replied, without checking my ID or anything.
"How is she"? I asked, stood almost paralyzed.
"I don't know. The doctor won't tell us anything. You'll have to talk to them yourself". He offered no information.
At this particular second, I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to see her. I went in and sat beside her. She looked so innocent as she laid there, a passer by would never in a million years thought she was a criminal, hell if I hadn't know different, I would have thought the same.
"Mom"? I whispered. For some reason, upon saying that, the officer present, got up and left, though she didn't venture far, watching from the window. "Why did you have to do this"? I suddenly felt an array of feelings toward her – hurt, love, anger, betrayal, sympathy and guilt. "You sure have incredible timing". I scoffed. "Tyler's in hospital too, he's got meningitis, but he'll be ok, just like you'll be ok". I felt tears enter my eyes, and I attempted to blink them away. "I'm sorry for everything I said to you last time I saw you. I didn't mean them, I was just hurt and angry and you just seemed the best person to take it out on. I know you were just trying to do what you thought was best, but having Terry try to take them away from me was not the best thing. I won by the"... I was interrupted by a doctor entering.
"Are you Miss Moreau"? He asked. I nodded in response. "You mom has a very deep wound to her abdomen area. When she arrived, she went through massive surgery to try to repair the damage, she hasn't come around yet". He told me.
"But she's gonna be ok"?
"We've done all we can, it's up to her now"? He answered.
"What exactly does that mean"?
"She's on a ventilator at the moment, until she's strong enough to breathe fully on her own, she will remain on it".
"When will that be"?
"I don't know, when she's ready". He answered, then left me alone again, the sounds of the machines around me more amplified than ever.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!
KATIE : I know aren't I just so mean, but whose to say I haven't killed him in this chapter lol. Suspensefulness? ponders, I don't think it was, but it is now lol. Actually, you can actually register new words you know, I don't know how, but you can, maybe you should. Oh, ok, you beat me because of the whole they don't think you're normal, but I have the WORST old people neighbours, trust me. They are late 50's early 60's, they have 2 children who are in their 30's, but the daughter who is younger acts and dresses like she's 90 odd. I once started playing Whitney Housten really loud when I was washing the car, and she stormed inside. The mother, has these white body suites and she's quite a big lady, so they are like white flags of surrender lol, but the worst part, is they've got pee marks – disgusting some lol. You got Ducky socks, how jealous am I, my family and friends haven't got that type of intuition :(. Oh and Happy Birthday – sorry it's late lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'
DUCKS-GO-QUACK-00 : I don't think you've told me how brilliant this story is a million times, but say it once more and I think it'll be a million lol. You're questions will be answered in due time lol. Anyways thanks for your support and review. CHEERS DARLIN'
Chapter 6
CONNIE'S P.O.V
I went home with Adam for an hour, whilst Julie and Emma packed their bags. I don't know why I didn't put up much more of a fight to go on my own. I think subconciously I needed them or wanted them to come with me. I hated the idea of leaving Tyler when he needed me, I hated leaving Pete to cope with all 4 of them, but there was just something about the prison officers words or tone that told me there was something he wasn't telling me. I was pacing around all over the place, unable to sit still, Adam just sat on the bed watching me, eventually he stood and pulled my arm, getting me to sit next to him. For no reason at all, I began crying.
"Shh, shh, it's ok. Let it out". He whispered, pulling me tightly to him.
"It wasn't supposed to be this way". I wept.
"I'm gonna talk to Coach tomorrow and follow you out there". He told me.
"Adam, you have to stay. I wished you could come too, but I'm not gonna let you throw your life away". I told him.
"You're my life, you, Kelly and Tyler are all I care about". He told me.
"Please Adam, don't"... I began, but Charlie and the others had arrived, shouting to let us know. "I'll only be gone a few days". I told him, before leading the way down the stairs.
Unsurprisingly, the guys drove us to the airport. We hadn't got to wait long for the flight, and although I was dying to get on it, I was also wanting to stay. Adam held me close the whole time we were there, I felt some comfort, but at the same time, I felt confused, my head was spinning, I felt this and I felt that. One minute I was feeling all emotional, the next I was angry and annoyed. Eventually the flight was called, I gave Adam a kiss, before looking into his eyes, probably for some kind of reassurance that I was doing the right thing.
"Everything's gonna be ok. It'll be something and nothing". He whispered in my ear as he held me close to him.
I nodded gently, not allowing myself to let him go. It was only when we were reminded again that our flight was boarding, that I pulled back a little, giving him a kiss, before slowly backing away from him. As we boarded the flight, I felt surreal, as though all this was a dream well a nightmare really. It felt like I was an actress in a popular day time soap opera – you know the totally unbelievable kind, but you have to keep watching anyway. Funny really, I remember watching things like that as a kid and saying, 'if ever I had that much drama in my life, I'd probably kill myself', it's weird how things pan out isn't it. I sat in my seat, totally oblivious to the happenings around me. All I could think about was Tyler, my mom and what could be possibly to terrible that I had done to deserve all the heart ache I'd gone through lately. I don't think I registered anything that Emma or Julie said to me, just nodded along with their conversation. I can't say I particularly remember landing, but just followed the general direction that Julie and Emma were leading me in. It was only when the bell boy of the hotel made his presence be known, waiting for a tip, that I realized I was there. I quickly fumbled with my purse, retrieving a $10 bill and handing it to him. Stupid bell boys always wanting tips. Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed my jacket and stuffed a few dollars in my jeans pocket. Just as I was doing so, Julie and Emma came into my room.
"Where you going Con"? Julie asked.
"I gotta go to the prison, find out about what happened to my mom". I replied.
"Why don't you wait until tomorrow, get a good nights sleep first". Emma suggested.
"I can't wait. If I stay here, the last thing I'll do is sleep". I replied, heading past them.
"Hold on, we'll come with you". Emma gave in immediately.
We headed straight for the prison. I'd been here on numerous occasions before, it didn't particularly bother me now, but I remember my first visit all too well. The tall brick walls with barbed wire on the top, the metal gates that prison officers opened whilst looking at you skeptically. Julie and Emma a little nervous about the whole security thing, stayed close, gripping their purses like they were their life, I don't blame them, I had been exactly the same my first time here. We walked through the metal detectors and I headed straight for the main desk.
"Hi, I'm Connie Moreau, I was called yesterday about my mom". I told the guy.
"Ah yes, I'll just get someone to come and talk to you". He disappeared for a few minutes, before returning with another officer in tow.
"Connie Moreau"? The second officer asked.
"Yea". I answered, taking the hand he was now offering me.
"Would you like to come this way to my office". He gestured and I nodded in response.
"C'mon guys". I wanted Julie and Emma there.
"Would you like a drink or anything"? He asked once we were in his office.
"No thank you. I just want to know what's wrong with my mom". I got straight to the point.
"Your mom was injured when one of her cell mates tried escaping. She was in on the plot and when we caught them, they continued their escape route, but your mom fell, and unfortunately landed on her own knife". He told me.
"She... she... she"... I suddenly felt dumbstruck, my hands had begun shaking in shock and tears fell freely from my eyes.
"I'm sorry, You shouldn't have to go through this". He sympathized. "If you would like, I can arrange for one of my officers to drive you to the hospital". I nodded pathetically.
I can't remember much of the journey, my mind was on my mom. What was she thinking? Did she actually think she'd get away with this marvallous escape plan she and this unknown woman had created. Sometimes it felt I was the mother and she was the daughter, she had no sense of responsibility or what her actions would cause other people. When we got to the hospital, I climbed out of the car and followed Julie and Emma, who had asked the officer at the prison which ward she was on. When we got on the right ward, I knew exactly where she was. Well the officer sat nursing a cup of coffee was the big give away. On reaching where she was being treated in a private room, I could see another officer sat inside, watching my mom with eagle eyes, not that there was much to watch as she was either asleep or unconscious.
"Can I help you"? The officer outside asked, when he noticed I was looking into the room.
"She's my mom". I mumbled.
"Feel free to go in then". He replied, without checking my ID or anything.
"How is she"? I asked, stood almost paralyzed.
"I don't know. The doctor won't tell us anything. You'll have to talk to them yourself". He offered no information.
At this particular second, I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to see her. I went in and sat beside her. She looked so innocent as she laid there, a passer by would never in a million years thought she was a criminal, hell if I hadn't know different, I would have thought the same.
"Mom"? I whispered. For some reason, upon saying that, the officer present, got up and left, though she didn't venture far, watching from the window. "Why did you have to do this"? I suddenly felt an array of feelings toward her – hurt, love, anger, betrayal, sympathy and guilt. "You sure have incredible timing". I scoffed. "Tyler's in hospital too, he's got meningitis, but he'll be ok, just like you'll be ok". I felt tears enter my eyes, and I attempted to blink them away. "I'm sorry for everything I said to you last time I saw you. I didn't mean them, I was just hurt and angry and you just seemed the best person to take it out on. I know you were just trying to do what you thought was best, but having Terry try to take them away from me was not the best thing. I won by the"... I was interrupted by a doctor entering.
"Are you Miss Moreau"? He asked. I nodded in response. "You mom has a very deep wound to her abdomen area. When she arrived, she went through massive surgery to try to repair the damage, she hasn't come around yet". He told me.
"But she's gonna be ok"?
"We've done all we can, it's up to her now"? He answered.
"What exactly does that mean"?
"She's on a ventilator at the moment, until she's strong enough to breathe fully on her own, she will remain on it".
"When will that be"?
"I don't know, when she's ready". He answered, then left me alone again, the sounds of the machines around me more amplified than ever.
So what do you think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!