This is a really sorry excuse for a chapter. I have major writers block. Thank you for all your reviews, they were the only thing that got me to write this. xsummerbabyx, you read the right story, thank you. Ok… I guess you can read this chapter but its bad. I only put one quote because I feel depressed (and I am too lazy to find more quotes). Ok ciao,
I.D.c
Why is something you transport by ship called cargo but when you take it by car its called shipment?-A weird voice on the radio
A phone was ringing. It was three A.M., Carmen was in her hotel bed. Lena was sleeping in the one beside her. Carmen stared at the ceiling, counting the tiles. On the fourth ring she realized that it was her cell phone. Groaning, she got up.
"What?" She moaned. "I was asleep." She hadn't been, but whatever.
"Carmen?" The voice of her assistant was on the other line. "It's the Procter case. The wife was murdered. We need you over here, immediately." Carmen rolled her eyes.
"Now pull my other leg, Jane. We're into family law, remember? No murders here. Why did you really call?"
She could almost hear Jane flinch on the other end. Carmen's temper was infamous.
"It's true though. Mrs. Procter was murdered. We suspect it has something to do with…" She explained the situation. Carmen was confused now. The Procter case had been about to be closed. Everyone had been happy. The mom got the teenage girl and the dad got the toddler boy. Mrs. Procter had been more than willing to give her son, Mortimer to her ex-husband, and Mr. Procter had not shown much interest in their daughter, Lilya. It had been an easy case. Done smoothly and quickly. What was this about a murder? Oh man…And I thought my week was going to be boring. Carmen decided right then and there to leave San Francisco in the mourning, her firm obviously needed her. She could visit Tibby in a few months, once things settled down.
"Jane, wouldn't the case be given to the crime department? It should be out of our hands by now." She wanted to go back to bed.
"But the papers hadn't been signed and our case is still open so the courts gave it to us to work out. We have a few investigators in here from the C.dep. but its up to us to close the Procter case."
"Ok, Ok! I'll fly over tomorrow! Now, please, can I get back to sleep?" Jane yielded to her boss's begging.
Rubbing her temples, Carmen flopped back into bed. What a packed summer! Within five minutes she was immersed in sleep. Dreaming about children murdering their parents.
It was dawn in Quebec. Bridget was awake and dressed in five minutes. She wanted to make the most of her time before she had to go home. Quebec was so beautiful! A knock on her door made her jump. Well, it was the door of the den, but nobody had come in since she had put her bags in the closet.
"Come in!" She ran over and opened the door.
"Bonjour, mon cherie! Would you like to have some breakfast?" It was the old woman, she carried a tray laden with food.
"Oh, thank you! Please, can I help?" The woman just smiled. Placing the tray on the coffee table, she explained that she would have a vacancy at five-thirty that evening. They talked while Bridget ate the toast and pancakes. Finishing the orange juice, she informed her hostess.
"I'm going to go out now, OK? I'll be back by five-thirty, I promise."
"All right, mon cherie. Just come back on time otherwise I might have to give the room to someone else. I don't want to, but it's the regulation here. Goodbye!" She left the room. Bridget was hot on her tail. After grabbing a hat and her purse, she jogged down the cobbled road to the riverbank. It was about a half-hour run, but it was worth it. The water ran gray and steady between the mainland and the island. Wind blew blond strands out of her face and was cooling after the exercise. Leaning over the railing, Bridget didn't realize that her purse was open. Her heart sank as she watched her cell-phone spiral down the cliff, landing with a splash into the current.
"Crap!" She swore. It had been a nice model. Bridget walked over to a café and ordered a carrot muffin and a raspberry-lemonade Jones soda. She slathered the muffin with cream cheese and then sprinkled paprika over it. She sat down at an outdoor table, it had an empty candle holder sitting in the umbrella hole. She looked down at her swollen stomach. I hope I don't drop one of my children in the St-Laurence, like I did my phone! She double-checked to make sure her purse was closed and ate her muffin. A couple walked by, holding hands. They sat down at a bench and made out. Nobody seemed to notice. Bridget was the only one staring. She quickly averted her eyes. They landed on a beautiful green hotel. It was ancient, magnificent and huge. She asked the waiter what it was called and he told her.
"It is Le Chateau Frontenac, madamoiselle." She was surprised that so many people spoke English in Quebec, but figured that it was a tourist town, so it was either be bilingual or loose business.
Her eyes went back to the redhead and the blond making out on the bench. It made her homesick beyond words. She saw their love and longed for Eric. Walking slowly around the city, silent tears started coursing their way down her cheeks. Bridget walked into a grassy park and sat down in a hedge. Only her head stuck out over the bush. Picking a flower, she instinctively put it in her mouth. Great, I'm eating the shrubbery! This is the path to madness, to be sure. I've heard of weird cravings, but the plants! To her surprise, the flower tasted sweet. She wondered what it was as she stared at some starlings pecking at bird feed.
"No, Harold. I want him to swagger over. Crawling is not scary anymore. Confidence is where the fear lays. Marianne has to scream when she's under water, the bubbles coming out and the blood gushing from her wounds will make an awesome effect. Yes of course I want the family to act terrified. The little girl should be wailing. Oh, I wish I could just show you!" Tibby ran a hand through her hair. It was not easy trying to train an AD long-distance.
"God, Harold. Just use your judgment. I have to go." She hung up. "Can I see my daughter please?" She was bored out of her mind. The puck-green and beige on the walls was making her feel sick. When will Friday come? How could it only be Tuesday?
"Here you go Mz. McBrian. She is beautiful." The nurse handed Tibby her baby and left, drawing the curtains around the bed.
"Hewo bwaby Jordan! Awre dows nawsty howsptal pewople gwiving youw a hawrd twime? Wiwl they nawt leave youw in pweace? Are you bowred out of youwre mind twoo?" Tibby cooed incessant ramblings at the oblivious, sleeping Jordan.
After awhile the doctor came to take the child for some tests. Tibby decided to call Bridget in Quebec to see how she was doing. The operator came on and told her that the number she had speed-dailed was out-of-service.
"Please try your number again, or hang up." She was told curtly, the dial tone cutting into her brain.
"Weird." She rubbed a hand over her face. Leaning back, Tibby felt into a dreamless sleep.
Lena was having lunch with her old friends again. Trey and Casey had been her classmates at college. They had hooked up and, apparently, moved to San Francisco.
"I saw Drake the other day," The three of them were sitting in a small vegan restaurant. It was a huge change for Lena, who was to use to huge Greek feasts.
"Really?" Lena said, not remembering who Drake was.
"Yea, the professor got a big contract with Coca-Cola and he's, like, a millionaire now." Trey informed her. His greasy black hair fell in front of his face.
"Weird. I always remember Mr. McGuire as a funky poor guy. He had that brown coat and the Doc Martens. What does he look like now?" Now Lena remembered Drake McGuire. He had been her animation professor.
Casey cut in, she was better at descriptions. "He had on a red cotton button-down with levi jeans. His Doc's were still there but they were way new and shiny. He had lost the brown coat for a gortex rain jacket. His ponytail had been cut like Carson's from 'Queer eye for the straight guy!' It was so weird. He was presentable. Mr. McGuire was presentable, Lena! He used to be, like, the dirtiest teacher in the college." They all laughed before the waiter came to take their orders. Lena got a tofu and bean Taco. It was the only thing that didn't sound like salad on the menu. Her cell-phone rang.
"Oh my God! Lena's gone over to the dark side!" Trey commented when she pulled it out of her purse.
"Haha, very funny. My best friend is being surrogate mother to my child, do you think I'd leave her without communication?" She pushed 'On'. "Hello? Oh Hi Tibby. No, I haven't, do you want me too? Ya I have the long-distance plan. Ya. OK. Sure, see you later." She excused her self and dialed Bridgets number. It was out of service. Weird. Her phone rang again.
"Hello?" It was her mother. "No, mom, I don't know where dads tools are, can I call you back? I'm in a restaurant. Thanks. Ya, I love you too. Ok, bye." She hung up as her Taco was delivered.
(a/n I can hear you all screaming POINTLESS! And I'm sorry, but I hadn't updated in so long, I really just wanted to write)
Ryan was sitting at a gaming café with Cristo. They were playing Defense combat and he was winning. His team had forty-seven people versus the thirty-two of his friend. Never the less, they fought ferociously until the last second of their time disappeared. Laughing, they walked outside and went to 7eleven to buy slurpies.
"Hey man, isn't that your girlfriend?" Cristo indicated the frozen foods section.
"Yes Cris, I'm going out with the perogies." Ryan looked over the shelves and saw Phia.
He walked up behind her, putting his hands over her eyes he whispered. "Guess who."
"Ryan!" She whispered back, turning around. They embraced and Ryan looked into her basket.
"Beef patties? I thought you were a vegetarian." Beside the beef patties were a box of fish-stix and a wrapped package of salami.
"I am. No fish or anything. My brother, on the other hand, is a carnivore. My parents eat meat, but this was a special trip to 7eleven just for his meat. It's so gross." She looked over at the chocolate-bar section, a sixteen-ish boy with a buzz-cut was standing there, contemplating the selection.
"Oh well, each to their own, I guess"
"Yea, but Maxwell is really dumb." She smiled in a sly manner. "Unlike you." She laughed.
"Thanks, but coming from Miss Top-of-the-class, it's more of an insult." He grinned.
"Sure, whatever." She stuck out her tongue. When she stuck it back in, Ryan took the opportunity to kiss her. It lasted for a few seconds, then Maxwell came over and pulled his sister away.
"Dude, that's so gross. PDA in the 7eleven with my sister."
"I didn't think so." Ryan and Phia said in unison.
"Whatever, did you get the food? Good, lets go." He started walking towards the checkout, a Mars bar in his hand.
"See ya around, Blue." She winked at him and followed her brother.
"Are you going to leave, or just stand there all day?" Cristo was leaning against the ice-cream freezer, a bored-out-of-his-mind expression was etched on his face.
"Ok, Ok!" Ryan got himself a slurpie and they left.
It was a rainy evening in Mexico. Eric was driving home from a long day at the store. He was exhausted. ( a/n can you see where this is going? Do I have to go on? Sob) Three deliveries and two pick-ups, not to mention a boring encounter with old Mrs. Santoz were making him careless. He turned a bend and sped up, he was almost home. Eric didn't see the last turn in the highway, and forgot to slow down for it. He plummeted off the road, down the incline, and into the ocean. He was given a concussion but still had enough strength to pull himself out of the car and onto the shore. He had inhaled a lot of water, however and even as he passed out, Eric's body was heaving with the effort to empty his lungs. The rain pounded down on his unconscious body all night, until Maria Hernandez walked along the beach with her dog at dawn.
OH MY FRIGIN GAWD! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE! PLEASE REVIEW ME WITH IDEAS FOR THIS STORY! I AM SORRY ABOUT ERIC BUT I SERIOUSLY NEEDED A TWIST! I AM IN AN AWFULLLLL WRITERS BLOCK FOR THIS STORY! YOU ARE LUCKY THAT YOU EVEN GOT THIS GAWD-AWFUL CHAPTER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!