Disclaimer: I don't own anything Alias, damnit.
(A/N): Well, well, well, here we are again. Sorry it's kind of been a while, but life just seems to want to get in the way. I don't know if everything in this chapter is ENTIRELY accurate. When it comes to stuff like that, I'm not really sure. I tried doing research, but I found that it wasn't much fun.
So, with that, I thought I might add that this chapter is like a two part deal.
Just a slight warning for you...now, go on and enjoy!
Chapter Three
Uh-oh.
I can see my mom through the window of the Cheesecake Factory. She's sitting at a table in one of the corners, off on her own. She keeps checking her watch and she keeps glancing at the door. She looks really pathetic all by herself...but then again, I'm the one standing outside the café. I must look awfully weird, kind of like a homeless person...you know...the ones that have that begging look in their eyes. Well, at the moment, that's me. I have this hungry look in my eyes. It's not for food though...it's for...
Damn!!
She glanced over and I think she saw me. I don't think I ducked down fast enough. I'll have to go in now. I stand up from the crouched position I was in and straighten out my skirt. I glance at the hazy reflection of myself in the window. My hair looks fine and my make-up doesn't look all....um...whorish. My outfit looks very casual and orderly. A pencil lined skirt and a simple blouse and cardigan. If you ask me, I look like a ninety- year-old woman, just coming back to the nursing home from a walk. Oh, c'mon Mal! Shake yourself out of this!
Okay, deep breathes Mal, deep breaths.
Now, just open the door Malorie. That's it.
Now, walk up to the table and sit down. Whew...that wasn't so hard.
Silence...
Maybe I should say something.
"Mo.." I begin but I'm cut off.
"I'm so glad you're here, Malorie!" She says as she leans over and grabs my hand. I had been fumbling with the embroidery on the napkin. I give her this small smile, trying to hide my real emotions. Once again there's this creepy, sad silence lingering. My mom is now looking over the menu, with the occasional glance at me. I catch her eye and she smiles again. She really must be happy. She's happy just being here with me.
For the first time, I look down at the menu, and pick it up. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. My hands are shaking slightly, something I hadn't realized was happening. I once again glance nervously at my mom, out of the corner of my eye. She's checking her hair, in one of those small compact mirrors. I hadn't really realized, but now that I think about it, my mom and I are very much alike. I obviously look like her, due to the fact that I'm basically a carbon copy.
We share the same eyes, bone structure, and hair color. From what I'm told, I look exactly as she did, when she was my age. We even share some of the same mannerisms. My older sisters inherited green eyes and a sort of dark blonde hair color. They definitely look like more like my dad. Andy is the exact copy of my father. You can definitely tell that their father and son, when they are together.
"Malorie, are you going to order?" My mom asks, with this questioning expression.
"What?" I snap my head up, and I notice that the waiter has arrived. "Uh, I'll have the chicken salad, with a small bowl of tomato soup."
"Anything to drink, miss?" The waiter questioned, as he jotted down my order on his little pad.
"An iced tea, please." I say as I close my menu and hand it over to the waiter.
"I'll be right back with your drinks." He says with a nod, before quickly walking away.
"Is something wrong, Malorie?" My mom asks, with a mildly concerned look on her face.
"No, nothing's wrong." I say, a little too quickly.
"You're lying." Damn.
"Everything is fine, mom." I say, trying to advert any danger. "I'm the happiest I've been in along time."
"Look Malorie, the reason I wanted you here is so that we could talk." My mom says, as she glances down at her hands.
"Okay, so talk." I say crossing my arms, while matching her with a glare. Please don't head in the direction I believe your heading in.
"Malorie, I know our relationship hasn't been the best. A lot of things happened, and it was hard for me to handle. Having four children all under the age of five is not an easy task." She practically whispers. "But you Malorie, were an unexpected, but much appreciated surprise."
I just stare at her, but I'm no longer glaring. I have this sad, lonely look on my face.
"The day you were born was one of the scariest days of my life."
"I know." I whisper, afraid that if I say too much, I'll start to cry.
"I was only about seven months pregnant, when you entered the world. You weighed a mere four pounds, one of the smallest babies to ever be born at Memorial Hospital."
A tear is now running down my mom's tanned cheek. She doesn't make an attempt to wipe it away.
"We brought you home only after you'd stayed a month in the NICU."
I can only stare.
"But about a week later, you stopped breathing. They were able to revive you on the scene."
Now, silent tears seem to be edging out at random places in her story. I can feel one or two prick the corners of my own eyes.
"I lost my tether to sanity." My mom is now looking away across the room.
I think that was my cue to talk. Might as well take it then...
"I...Mom...you didn't just lose it!" The last part comes out a little too loudly. "Don't try and make this all nice and comfy, mother. For a very long time, you couldn't even hold me. I would spend up to a week at a time, staying with grandpa, because you couldn't stand me. And when I couldn't be shipped out of the house, you would go and stay with friends."
I'm crying now.
"Malorie..."
"No, don't give me that! Nothing you can say will ever change the past. You've already done enough damage, don't you think? I mean, face it, you've never been very close to me."
Breath, Malorie, breathe.
"I should leave, before I say something I'll regret." I get up and grab my coat.
"Malorie, please wait! Can I just say one thing?"
I just give her a stone cold glare.
"Fine."
"Please, sit down, Malorie." I sit, as if I'm a dog. Great, where's my treat?
"There's something else, that only your father and I know about." Great.
"When I went in for my first ultra sound, they found something else, besides you."
"What was it?" I ask, cracking a few knuckles out of impatience.
"Malorie, they...they found a second baby. Honey, you're a twin."
Tears are now steadily flowing down my mom's cheeks.
And as I bring my hand toward my face, I find that so are mine.
(A/N): Oh, my bad...did I forget to mention a bit of a cliff hanger?
Anyways, don't forget to review. It would really make my day.
(A/N): Well, well, well, here we are again. Sorry it's kind of been a while, but life just seems to want to get in the way. I don't know if everything in this chapter is ENTIRELY accurate. When it comes to stuff like that, I'm not really sure. I tried doing research, but I found that it wasn't much fun.
So, with that, I thought I might add that this chapter is like a two part deal.
Just a slight warning for you...now, go on and enjoy!
Chapter Three
Uh-oh.
I can see my mom through the window of the Cheesecake Factory. She's sitting at a table in one of the corners, off on her own. She keeps checking her watch and she keeps glancing at the door. She looks really pathetic all by herself...but then again, I'm the one standing outside the café. I must look awfully weird, kind of like a homeless person...you know...the ones that have that begging look in their eyes. Well, at the moment, that's me. I have this hungry look in my eyes. It's not for food though...it's for...
Damn!!
She glanced over and I think she saw me. I don't think I ducked down fast enough. I'll have to go in now. I stand up from the crouched position I was in and straighten out my skirt. I glance at the hazy reflection of myself in the window. My hair looks fine and my make-up doesn't look all....um...whorish. My outfit looks very casual and orderly. A pencil lined skirt and a simple blouse and cardigan. If you ask me, I look like a ninety- year-old woman, just coming back to the nursing home from a walk. Oh, c'mon Mal! Shake yourself out of this!
Okay, deep breathes Mal, deep breaths.
Now, just open the door Malorie. That's it.
Now, walk up to the table and sit down. Whew...that wasn't so hard.
Silence...
Maybe I should say something.
"Mo.." I begin but I'm cut off.
"I'm so glad you're here, Malorie!" She says as she leans over and grabs my hand. I had been fumbling with the embroidery on the napkin. I give her this small smile, trying to hide my real emotions. Once again there's this creepy, sad silence lingering. My mom is now looking over the menu, with the occasional glance at me. I catch her eye and she smiles again. She really must be happy. She's happy just being here with me.
For the first time, I look down at the menu, and pick it up. I run my hand through my hair and sigh. My hands are shaking slightly, something I hadn't realized was happening. I once again glance nervously at my mom, out of the corner of my eye. She's checking her hair, in one of those small compact mirrors. I hadn't really realized, but now that I think about it, my mom and I are very much alike. I obviously look like her, due to the fact that I'm basically a carbon copy.
We share the same eyes, bone structure, and hair color. From what I'm told, I look exactly as she did, when she was my age. We even share some of the same mannerisms. My older sisters inherited green eyes and a sort of dark blonde hair color. They definitely look like more like my dad. Andy is the exact copy of my father. You can definitely tell that their father and son, when they are together.
"Malorie, are you going to order?" My mom asks, with this questioning expression.
"What?" I snap my head up, and I notice that the waiter has arrived. "Uh, I'll have the chicken salad, with a small bowl of tomato soup."
"Anything to drink, miss?" The waiter questioned, as he jotted down my order on his little pad.
"An iced tea, please." I say as I close my menu and hand it over to the waiter.
"I'll be right back with your drinks." He says with a nod, before quickly walking away.
"Is something wrong, Malorie?" My mom asks, with a mildly concerned look on her face.
"No, nothing's wrong." I say, a little too quickly.
"You're lying." Damn.
"Everything is fine, mom." I say, trying to advert any danger. "I'm the happiest I've been in along time."
"Look Malorie, the reason I wanted you here is so that we could talk." My mom says, as she glances down at her hands.
"Okay, so talk." I say crossing my arms, while matching her with a glare. Please don't head in the direction I believe your heading in.
"Malorie, I know our relationship hasn't been the best. A lot of things happened, and it was hard for me to handle. Having four children all under the age of five is not an easy task." She practically whispers. "But you Malorie, were an unexpected, but much appreciated surprise."
I just stare at her, but I'm no longer glaring. I have this sad, lonely look on my face.
"The day you were born was one of the scariest days of my life."
"I know." I whisper, afraid that if I say too much, I'll start to cry.
"I was only about seven months pregnant, when you entered the world. You weighed a mere four pounds, one of the smallest babies to ever be born at Memorial Hospital."
A tear is now running down my mom's tanned cheek. She doesn't make an attempt to wipe it away.
"We brought you home only after you'd stayed a month in the NICU."
I can only stare.
"But about a week later, you stopped breathing. They were able to revive you on the scene."
Now, silent tears seem to be edging out at random places in her story. I can feel one or two prick the corners of my own eyes.
"I lost my tether to sanity." My mom is now looking away across the room.
I think that was my cue to talk. Might as well take it then...
"I...Mom...you didn't just lose it!" The last part comes out a little too loudly. "Don't try and make this all nice and comfy, mother. For a very long time, you couldn't even hold me. I would spend up to a week at a time, staying with grandpa, because you couldn't stand me. And when I couldn't be shipped out of the house, you would go and stay with friends."
I'm crying now.
"Malorie..."
"No, don't give me that! Nothing you can say will ever change the past. You've already done enough damage, don't you think? I mean, face it, you've never been very close to me."
Breath, Malorie, breathe.
"I should leave, before I say something I'll regret." I get up and grab my coat.
"Malorie, please wait! Can I just say one thing?"
I just give her a stone cold glare.
"Fine."
"Please, sit down, Malorie." I sit, as if I'm a dog. Great, where's my treat?
"There's something else, that only your father and I know about." Great.
"When I went in for my first ultra sound, they found something else, besides you."
"What was it?" I ask, cracking a few knuckles out of impatience.
"Malorie, they...they found a second baby. Honey, you're a twin."
Tears are now steadily flowing down my mom's cheeks.
And as I bring my hand toward my face, I find that so are mine.
(A/N): Oh, my bad...did I forget to mention a bit of a cliff hanger?
Anyways, don't forget to review. It would really make my day.