Femme Fatale C17
By Raq
9.19.02
Previously
"He is DJ's father, he has the right to know that he has a son. DJ also has the right to grow up 'with' a father!" Serena stared at her mother, incapable of speaking. "Have you ever thought about that?" When she said nothing, Irene went on "at lease do your son a favor, tell his father about him. Don't be selfish and let your heart or your pride of the widows ruin his life." Irene took the tray on the counter and left without another word. Serena watched her mother leave, her eyes tearing at the selfishness she has made herself to be. Her eyes traveled towards the unit on the wall, her heart breaking even more as she whispered.
"Darien.."
....................................
Darkness had fallen, Serena's quiet figure sat in the middle of the living area. Photo's laid side by side, beginning the timeless treasure of DJ's scrapbook. Her lips quirk in many smiles and grins as she sorted through everyday candid's, birthday pictures, to the most memorable moments of her son's cherished life.
Photo by photo, Serena sifted, smiled and even laughed at her sons expressions. His comical antics of getting into one disaster after another, her favorite, the cake batter bowls. Serena raised the photo, smiling at her son as he smiled freely towards the camera. His raven locks struck up, wildly. His cherubic face smeared with frosted chocolate icing. Placing the photo down, she went on, categorizing them by dates. Bath's with his favorite rubber ducky, DJ's first tooth. His first word. his first steps.. All done with out the presence of his father, her thoughts stopped lingering.
At that moment, her conscience had let loose, she hadn't known where it came from, or what corner it crept up but the tears came. Even all the months of happiness with her son, could she ever feel complete? Never before did she think of a family. The black widow's was her life and her family. Craving excitement, feeling the adrenalin, she was where she thought she belonged. Now the only thing she craved for is her 'own' family, a whole and a complete family. She had son, but she wanted something to complete the picture, a husband, Darien.
Serena bit her lip to smother the river of tears. They would fall, no doubt they would. It always came, every night and sometimes, if she was alone, during the day. Putting the photos down, some clippings caught her attention. Slowly she lifted the pages.
His beautiful eyes, his male virility, Serena's heart lurched, it was Darien. Taking the clipping, she brought it near and at an eye level. He was beautiful, his smile, his lips, everything about the man haunted her. Tracing his lips with her forefinger, every muscle ached for him. "Oh Darien.." Pulling her knees against her chest, Serena wrapped her arms around them and cried. She didn't care if she woke her mother, there was no use to hiding the despair and heartbreak she felt. It was damned obvious. Serena cried. hard, broken and heartrenching.
Irene stood near the doorway, her heart going out to her daughter. Keeping herself firmly planted, her motherly instincts pleaded for her to comfort her daughter. But she wouldn't go, it was high time Serena learned what she needed, and what would mend her broken heart. She needed mending and mending would only come when she was complete. 'Cry my daughter, then maybe, you'll stop thinking about others and finally think about yourself' Irene thought wearingly as she motioned to retire to her room, leaving Serena 'alone'.
In the morning, Serena woke stiff and painfully heartbroken. After her fitful cry, she had fallen asleep with pictures still strewn about. Puffy from its abuse, she held dark purple horizons under her eyes, her throat dry, dispensing a good amount of tears. Moving her neck from one side to another, then, with a sigh, went to the painful task of picking up each photo, picture by picture.
It was so unlike her to spill her heart for everyone to see, lead alone cry on the living room floor. It was too open too vulnerable and yet, when she knew these photos would pain her, she choose to do it there. Perhaps it was a cry for understanding and help.
"Morning dear" Serena shot a look towards the door. Her mom stood with a light smile. "Want some breakfast?" she asked "I made your favorite waffles" when Serena still remained quiet, Irene added with a careful smile. "Then after breakfast maybe you'll want to talk" Irene quickly glanced towards the photos.
"I would like that very much mom" painfully, Serena finally answered. With an understanding smile and a nod, Irene walked off.
~
Darien came strolling through the office, head down, refusing to strike up any conversations. On leave for a couple of months, he needed a few things here and there before he was to meet with Serena's kidnappers. Pale hands clenched and unclenched inside his jacket as he passed many colleagues. His mind focused on only one thing, Serena, he'll be damned if he didn't try and rescue her.
Refusing to acknowledge their presence, everyone kept their distance. Everything, his mind and body thought of his Serena, injured or perhaps even tortured. It's been almost two years, she more than likely been used and abused, but he refused to think she was ever dead. He can feel it, what ever it was he felt, he knew she was still alive. Quick strides echoed through the halls, as everyone stayed out his way.
~ Chatham, Mass.
"I think its best sweetheart!" Irene nodded towards her daughter, "I'm proud of you" with a kiss to her forehead, Irene left Serena alone. Her mom would not be there, this was something she needed to do all on her own. With a quick sigh, Serena stood and walked a few steps towards the unit hanging on the wall.
After there wonderful breakfast Irene had prepared, JD was picked by Bonnie, his babysitter, for a planned outing with the rest of the children in the neighborhood. Alone, Irene and Serena found time to talk, about the weather, the news and Darien. This time Irene was there, this time to hold her daughter as she wept for her wounded heart.
She loved, she ached and in the end Irene cried as well, for her daughter, her grandson and for the man she loved. They were in-love, she just knew it from her heart. The man loves Serena, he wouldn't turn her away nor would he even think of betrayal once he knows of his son. Irene was both pleased and ecstatic that Serena had come to her senses. DJ deserves a life with both parents, or at lease a chance with both parents. Proud of her daughter for coming to terms with the situation, she hugged and kissed her as she left to give her some privacy and. peace before she took that step. 'the big step to completing her family'.
Serena, swallowed hard as she stared at the beige colored unit. This was her chance, come clean and live up to the consequences later. This was for the sake of her family, her, JD and hopefully Darien. Summoning all the nerves and courage she had always counted on she picked up the phone and dialed for his home. Her fingers twirled on the cord as she waited for an answer. "Please leave your message" Serena hung up. Heart thumping at a million speeds, she sighed. 'His office' She thought. With every once of her courage left, she once again picked up the phone and dialed.
~ Seattle, WA
Victoria sat on the leather executive chair with a cocky grin. Her feet propped up on the littered table she seemed relaxed and lazy. Sifting through endless papers that she had no once of deciphering she let them fall to the floor. Opening one of the side drawers, Victoria's brows drew together at its contents. Place both feet back on the ground she picked up the framed photo. Together, with eyes shinning with love and happiness, were Darien and a woman she did not recognize.
Darien had been sitting on top of the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around the waist of this woman. Long blond hair and deep blue eyes was a stunning feature but it was the infectious smile she held that was both captivating to both sexes. Against her own will, even Victoria cracked a smile. The woman, had her arms wrapped around his neck, closely they snuggled for the momentous photo. Victoria quickly turned the photo around, Darien and Serena. They were happy and deeply in-love, so why is it inside his drawer? She had asked herself. Placing the photo down on the desk, she returned to the drawer, again photos of different sorts. Lunches, dinners, then phone began to ring.
See you in chapter 17b
Raq
Previously
"He is DJ's father, he has the right to know that he has a son. DJ also has the right to grow up 'with' a father!" Serena stared at her mother, incapable of speaking. "Have you ever thought about that?" When she said nothing, Irene went on "at lease do your son a favor, tell his father about him. Don't be selfish and let your heart or your pride of the widows ruin his life." Irene took the tray on the counter and left without another word. Serena watched her mother leave, her eyes tearing at the selfishness she has made herself to be. Her eyes traveled towards the unit on the wall, her heart breaking even more as she whispered.
"Darien.."
....................................
Darkness had fallen, Serena's quiet figure sat in the middle of the living area. Photo's laid side by side, beginning the timeless treasure of DJ's scrapbook. Her lips quirk in many smiles and grins as she sorted through everyday candid's, birthday pictures, to the most memorable moments of her son's cherished life.
Photo by photo, Serena sifted, smiled and even laughed at her sons expressions. His comical antics of getting into one disaster after another, her favorite, the cake batter bowls. Serena raised the photo, smiling at her son as he smiled freely towards the camera. His raven locks struck up, wildly. His cherubic face smeared with frosted chocolate icing. Placing the photo down, she went on, categorizing them by dates. Bath's with his favorite rubber ducky, DJ's first tooth. His first word. his first steps.. All done with out the presence of his father, her thoughts stopped lingering.
At that moment, her conscience had let loose, she hadn't known where it came from, or what corner it crept up but the tears came. Even all the months of happiness with her son, could she ever feel complete? Never before did she think of a family. The black widow's was her life and her family. Craving excitement, feeling the adrenalin, she was where she thought she belonged. Now the only thing she craved for is her 'own' family, a whole and a complete family. She had son, but she wanted something to complete the picture, a husband, Darien.
Serena bit her lip to smother the river of tears. They would fall, no doubt they would. It always came, every night and sometimes, if she was alone, during the day. Putting the photos down, some clippings caught her attention. Slowly she lifted the pages.
His beautiful eyes, his male virility, Serena's heart lurched, it was Darien. Taking the clipping, she brought it near and at an eye level. He was beautiful, his smile, his lips, everything about the man haunted her. Tracing his lips with her forefinger, every muscle ached for him. "Oh Darien.." Pulling her knees against her chest, Serena wrapped her arms around them and cried. She didn't care if she woke her mother, there was no use to hiding the despair and heartbreak she felt. It was damned obvious. Serena cried. hard, broken and heartrenching.
Irene stood near the doorway, her heart going out to her daughter. Keeping herself firmly planted, her motherly instincts pleaded for her to comfort her daughter. But she wouldn't go, it was high time Serena learned what she needed, and what would mend her broken heart. She needed mending and mending would only come when she was complete. 'Cry my daughter, then maybe, you'll stop thinking about others and finally think about yourself' Irene thought wearingly as she motioned to retire to her room, leaving Serena 'alone'.
In the morning, Serena woke stiff and painfully heartbroken. After her fitful cry, she had fallen asleep with pictures still strewn about. Puffy from its abuse, she held dark purple horizons under her eyes, her throat dry, dispensing a good amount of tears. Moving her neck from one side to another, then, with a sigh, went to the painful task of picking up each photo, picture by picture.
It was so unlike her to spill her heart for everyone to see, lead alone cry on the living room floor. It was too open too vulnerable and yet, when she knew these photos would pain her, she choose to do it there. Perhaps it was a cry for understanding and help.
"Morning dear" Serena shot a look towards the door. Her mom stood with a light smile. "Want some breakfast?" she asked "I made your favorite waffles" when Serena still remained quiet, Irene added with a careful smile. "Then after breakfast maybe you'll want to talk" Irene quickly glanced towards the photos.
"I would like that very much mom" painfully, Serena finally answered. With an understanding smile and a nod, Irene walked off.
~
Darien came strolling through the office, head down, refusing to strike up any conversations. On leave for a couple of months, he needed a few things here and there before he was to meet with Serena's kidnappers. Pale hands clenched and unclenched inside his jacket as he passed many colleagues. His mind focused on only one thing, Serena, he'll be damned if he didn't try and rescue her.
Refusing to acknowledge their presence, everyone kept their distance. Everything, his mind and body thought of his Serena, injured or perhaps even tortured. It's been almost two years, she more than likely been used and abused, but he refused to think she was ever dead. He can feel it, what ever it was he felt, he knew she was still alive. Quick strides echoed through the halls, as everyone stayed out his way.
~ Chatham, Mass.
"I think its best sweetheart!" Irene nodded towards her daughter, "I'm proud of you" with a kiss to her forehead, Irene left Serena alone. Her mom would not be there, this was something she needed to do all on her own. With a quick sigh, Serena stood and walked a few steps towards the unit hanging on the wall.
After there wonderful breakfast Irene had prepared, JD was picked by Bonnie, his babysitter, for a planned outing with the rest of the children in the neighborhood. Alone, Irene and Serena found time to talk, about the weather, the news and Darien. This time Irene was there, this time to hold her daughter as she wept for her wounded heart.
She loved, she ached and in the end Irene cried as well, for her daughter, her grandson and for the man she loved. They were in-love, she just knew it from her heart. The man loves Serena, he wouldn't turn her away nor would he even think of betrayal once he knows of his son. Irene was both pleased and ecstatic that Serena had come to her senses. DJ deserves a life with both parents, or at lease a chance with both parents. Proud of her daughter for coming to terms with the situation, she hugged and kissed her as she left to give her some privacy and. peace before she took that step. 'the big step to completing her family'.
Serena, swallowed hard as she stared at the beige colored unit. This was her chance, come clean and live up to the consequences later. This was for the sake of her family, her, JD and hopefully Darien. Summoning all the nerves and courage she had always counted on she picked up the phone and dialed for his home. Her fingers twirled on the cord as she waited for an answer. "Please leave your message" Serena hung up. Heart thumping at a million speeds, she sighed. 'His office' She thought. With every once of her courage left, she once again picked up the phone and dialed.
~ Seattle, WA
Victoria sat on the leather executive chair with a cocky grin. Her feet propped up on the littered table she seemed relaxed and lazy. Sifting through endless papers that she had no once of deciphering she let them fall to the floor. Opening one of the side drawers, Victoria's brows drew together at its contents. Place both feet back on the ground she picked up the framed photo. Together, with eyes shinning with love and happiness, were Darien and a woman she did not recognize.
Darien had been sitting on top of the hood of his car, his arms wrapped around the waist of this woman. Long blond hair and deep blue eyes was a stunning feature but it was the infectious smile she held that was both captivating to both sexes. Against her own will, even Victoria cracked a smile. The woman, had her arms wrapped around his neck, closely they snuggled for the momentous photo. Victoria quickly turned the photo around, Darien and Serena. They were happy and deeply in-love, so why is it inside his drawer? She had asked herself. Placing the photo down on the desk, she returned to the drawer, again photos of different sorts. Lunches, dinners, then phone began to ring.
See you in chapter 17b
Raq