Go On

No More Pain

Disclaimer: I own no one except Rhiannon

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The phone's shrill ring pierced the silence of the hotel room. Half asleep, Lance felt for the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Lance?"

"Rhiannon? What's wrong? Why are you calling so late?"

"Is Daddy there?"

"He's next to me. Let me wake him up,"

"Why is he sharing a bed with you?"

"We'll cover that later,"

"Alright."

Half asleep, Lance rolled over. He found himself staring into John's closed eyes. Gently, he shook John's shoulder.

"What?" John mumbled, rolling away from Lance.

"Wake up! Rhiannon's on the phone and it sounds urgent!" Lance whispered sharply. John grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Daddy, I need you and Uncle Lance,"

"What's wrong?"

"Bob's ...DEAD!"

"What?"

"I don't know. I'm in the hospital alone, and freaked out!"

"What hospital?" He wrote down what she told him.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes, Princess. We're coming. Stay calm,"

That was easier said than done. Rhiannon hated hospitals. She had hated them since Randy's death. She hated the smell of death. She hated everything about them.

Had she somehow killed Bob with pure hate? Was that even possible?

Rhiannon despised hatred, and yet, she had allowed herself to hate Bob Orton. She had become the one thing she had despised. Why was life like that?

"Rhiannon!" John exclaimed, running up to her. "What happened?" Rhiannon burst into loud sobs.

"He died, Daddy! I think my hate killed him!" she sobbed. John rubbed her back.

"Sweetie, your hate didn't kill him. He was old, not elderly, but old," John explained. Rhiannon stopped sobbing.

"Are you telling the truth?" she asked, staring into his blue eyes. John nodded. She sighed. She Felt SO guilty!.

"Rhiannon, youdidn't kill Bob," Lance said, putting his arms around her. "Sweetie, he would have died eventually," Lance exchanged looks with John. They had to get her out of here.

Bob's wife appeared. Her face was red and tear-stained. She sighed.

"I'm sorry for all the pain Bob as put you through," she said. "He was the biased one. He wouldn't let me see Randy before he died. I have always regretted not seeing my son before he died." Then, she glanced down at Rhiannon. "Rhiannon, I made a mistake ten years ago, by not seeing you. I'm sorry, Baby. I can understand if you never want to speak to me again, but I hope you can find it in your heart one day to just call and tell me how you're doing,"

"Grandma, you're nice. You don't hate like Bob. I would be pleased to keep in contact with you," Rhiannon said, hugging her grandmother. John bit his lower lip. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes. It was the first time Rhiannon had shown any compassion toward Randy's family. "Grandma, I want to go back to Canada. My friends are there, I love it there,"

"You wish is my command," the old woman whispered, kissing her forehead. She glanced up at John and Lance. "Boys, take good care of her. She was Randy's pride and joy."

"She's our pride and joy, too, Ma'am," Lance said respectfully. He glanced down at Rhiannon. "Ready to head back, Kiddo?"

"Can we get some food?" Rhiannon asked, grasping Lance's hand. "I'm starved!" Lance shook his head.

"Thank you," John murmured, turning to the woman he had only known for a few days. "You don't know how much you've helped my family," Then, he hugged her.

Lance and John willingly took Rhiannon to a local McDonalds restaurant. It wasn't the healthiest, but it was late, and she needed to eat.

"Daddy, I have to ask," Rhiannon murmured, nibbling a cheeseburger. John glanced to Lance. What was she going to ask? Were they going to regret answering her question? "Why were you and Uncle Lance sharing a bed?"

"Um, Um, you see," John mumbled, turning bright red. Rhiannon closed her eyes. His reaction had confirmed her suspicions. She may have only been ten years old, but she knew what sex was. "Sweetie, when two people love each other-" She cut him off.

"Never mind," she said, giggling. She LOVED making her dad uncomfortable. It was so much fun.

John shared a look with Lance. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen Rhiannon giggle like that.

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I had to kill him off! Bet you a lot of people saw that coming. Oh well, hope you enjoyed it.

-JenLea

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