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CHAPTER. 11:
Disclaimer in 1'st chapter
L.A.
"Okay, what's wrong? You've been pushing your food around your plate all evening." Francie Calfo told, her fianceƩ, Julian Lazarey.
"Nothing. Just not hungry. You know it's not the food. It's your restaurant, it's never the food. That's always great." He told her, smiling. But there was something about his eyes that gave him away.
Francie is about to ask again what is wrong. When she hears a 'crash' sound from the kitchen. She gets up and kinda runs to the kitchen.
Francie's 23 year old sister, who works as a waitress, sits down in her older sisters chair. He seems to be thinking deeply, so Allison pokes him in the shoulder. He winces a bit, he was still a bit hurt from where that red-haired woman shot him. But he looks up at her and smiles.
"What's wrong?" She asked him, as she watched him push around his food.
"Like I told your sister, nothing. Nothing's wrong!!" He snapped at her, and she looked really hurt.
"I'm sorry, Alli. Just I bumped into this woman on Monday. Besides the green eyes, long red hair and glasses she looked so much like Sydney. I know it's been nine years, but she just disappeard!!" He told Allison, who looked at him with sad eyes. And I don't know what happened to her, or if she's living somewhere with our child. He had never told anyone about that.
"I know. Francie was her best friend, remember? I knew her too. I remember when Fran babysat me, and you two would come over to 'help'. I always thought you two were sooo happy, but your engaged to my sister now, Julian. And I don't mean to be cruel or anything," She told him, as she put one of her hands over one of his, "But you need to get over her. This. Like you said, it's been nine years." She told him, smiling sadly, before she stood up and went to work again.
Moments after Alli left, Francie returned and saw that someone had finished her dinner, she knew who.
"Alli!! She's gonna be the death of me, one day." Fran told Julian, as he chuckled and gave her half of his un-touched dinner. She smiles, kisses him over the table and asks; "What happend, while I was in the kitchen? You look much happier." Francie told him, as she starts eating.
"Nothing." He tells her, but looks at Alli who was taking an order from a customer. Fran didn't notice, and just continued to eat.
7 SEPTEMBER,2005:
Sydney Bristow woke up from a troubled sleep, it was 7:45 in the morning. She sat up, and wondered why her mom hadn't woken her up. She didn't have much time, before school. She usually woke up by herself, but her mom woke her up if she wasn't already up.
She was dressed in some Pajamma pants, and a green T-shirt she had once swiped from Julian. She rubbed her eyes, and stretched, as she went to look for her mom.
"Mom? Where are you?" Syd yelled, into the hallway.
"I'm here, Sydney. We have to leave. You should start packing. Only what you can't live without." Her mother told Sydney, as she came into view, and was holding a suitcase.
"What? Leave? now? But...but what about Dad...and Julian? I can't just leave him, without so much as a goodbye. He'll get worried, he'll come here. And what about Sark, you know Dad hates my dog." Syd told Laura, as she walked away from her and into her room. But she knew she had to leave, she just had to. She sat down on her bed, and was crying as her mom walked into the room.
"Sydney, you know I'm not doing this to ruin your life. It's just not safe here anymore. Now get your stuff. We have to leave soon." Laura told Syd, as she left the room.
Syd picked up her book, the one she had finished that night. She went to chapter 7 and underlined some words ( forgive me. I am living). He might not get it now, but maybe he would later.
As she underlined the text, she fiddled with the pendant Julian had given her 17 months ago. And now she had to leave, the day after they had a fight. She had to leave him, without fixing things?
She got dressed in some jeans, but kept the T-shirt on. Her necklace under it. She started to pack, before she picked up a yellow notepad and the red permanent marker next to it. Before she could even write 'J', her mom stepped into the room.
"What are you doing, Sydney?" Laura asked Syd, who was sitting at her desk.
"I just want to let him know I'm okay. Tell him 'sorry'. Can't I at least do that?" Syd looked at her mom stepped into the room.
When she had written the note, she walked over to the bed and picked up her book. But she dropped it, as she felt a wave of nausea weap over her. Her mom found her up in the bathroom. Syd usually woke up before her mom, so this was usually over when her mom came down for breakfast.
"Sydney, sweetie, what's wrong? I hope your not coming down with something. We still have to leave. If you're faking, you know that won't help, we're still leaving. Isn't that the T-shirt you slept in? Don't you want to change into a fresh one?" Laura asked her daughter, who was sitting on the floor next to the toilet.
"NO, I don't want to change into a new one. NO, this is not a trick to try and get you to stay. And I'm NOT coming down with anything. I always throw up in the mornings, before you usually wake up. Mom, I'm pregnant." Sydney told her mom. Now that news really shocked her mom.
"What? You're what? Pregnant? How...When...Who? Julian? We are still leaving and we have a lot to talk about, young lady. Get cleaned up and meet me in the car." Laura told Sydney, anger and disappointment in her eyes.
2013:
Asya lay in her queen sized bed four-poster bed and stared out her open bedroom window, at the dark sky that held millions of glittering stars. The TV was turned on, and cast a bluish glow in the otherwise dark room. The TV was on mute, so there was only sounds from outside. It was playing 'Grease'. Rizzo was singing 'There are worse things I could do'.
In bed with her were Yulia, who was fast asleep, and Stella, their four year old gray-and-white cat. Yulia was asleep in PJ pants and an oversized green T-shirt. The same T-shirt as Asya woke up on that Thursday in 2005. At least, Yuliana had something of her fathers.
Asya still felt incrediably guilty for shooting Julian. She toyed with her charm-bracelet. She only wore it if she wasn't working. That had been Julian's 19th birthday present to her. There was an S, then a heart, then a J, then came her zodiac sign (Aries) and a snowflake.
The first three were not hard to miss the meaning of. Then the aries because well, of it being a birthday present and the snowflake was because that winter she had been sick and he had cheered her up by acting silly.
She hadn't really felt guilty for many years, it was just her job and such, but she felt guilty for shooting him. She loved him, and he was Yuli's father but she had to.
To Be Continued...
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