Author's Note: I hope you like this chapter, especially since I did it
myself ... LoL ... that includes you two, chica and Amanda ... ENJOY ...
Chapter 29: Home Sweet Home
Rae and Amanda sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office with Heather. Raechel sighed and looked at Heather, who seemed very withdrawn. Amanda noticed and the two friends exchanged worried glances. Finally a nurse came through the door, "Heather Reed?" Heather stood up and walked into the back with the nurse. Rae switched her seat to sit next to Amanda, "Is it me, or does she seem miserable?" Amanda nodded in agreement. Raechel sighed and nodded, "I thought so. God, why's she upset now?" Amanda only shrugged, "I don't know." Rae slid down in the chair and her right leg began shaking, "I hope it's not over that fuckin asshole." Amanda shook her head, quickly, "Don't even think that shit Rae." Rae shrugged as she looked over at Amanda, "Hey, I'm just callin it like I see it. She's been mopey since we got home." Amanda grumbled and shook her head, "That's bullshit." Raechel growled and stood up, "Look, ask her, don't jump in my shit, alright?!" With that, Rae stormed out of the doctor's office, fumbling in her jacket pocket. Amanda sighed and stood up to follow her.
Amanda found Rae sitting on the curb of the parking lot smoking a cigarette, her hands were trembling. Amanda sat down beside her, "Look, I didn't mean to piss you off." Raechel shook her head as she exhaled, "You didn't piss me off. It's that hold that worthless piece of shit has over Heather that pisses me off." Amanda nodded and they both looked out toward the road. Rae took another drag off her cigarette, "I just hope that the kid is okay." Amanda nodded in agreement, keeping her eyes focused on the road, "So do I. I don't even want to think about what that will do to Heather if ..." Rae cut her off, "Don't start. You could've ended with 'so do I'. We don't need to talk about that fuckin shit." Amanda sighed and looked over at Rae who was lighting another cigarette, "Stressed?" Rae shook her head and handed the cigarette to Amanda, "You said when you're pissed off." Amanda nodded and took the cigarette. The two friends sat on the curb in silence, as they smoked their cigarettes.
Heather was silent the entire trip home, her hand remained on her stomach. Amanda tried to start conversations with her, but only recieved one word answers. Rae joined Heather in her silence. When they arrived at the house, Heather didn't say a word and went upstairs to her room. Rae watched her go and shook her head as John joined her, "How's she doing?" Rae looked at her boyfriend as Amanda walked into the kitchen, which is where Randy usually was. John waited for Rae's answer, "Rae?" Rae sighed and walked out onto the front porch, John followed her and walked out just as Rae was lighting a cigarette. He sat down next to her as she sighed and looked out at the ocean. Rae tore her eyes away from the water and looked at John, "She's fuckin miserable, and I dunno why." John narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Then how can you be sure?" Rae cocked an eyebrow at John, "Cus she's one of my best friends. That fuck has had a hold over her since he debuted," she growled looking back out at the ocean. John sighed and looked down, unsure of what to say. He looked up when Rae started to speak again, "Damn him, and the day that he fuckin debuted." Rae put her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at John, "I'm really worried about her." John nodded and wrapped his arms around Raechel. She closed her eyes as he pulled her close to him.
Amanda and Randy were out on the side porch, watching the rolling ocean from a different angle. Randy looked over at Amanda who was chewing on her nails, "Are you okay?" Amanda shook her head, "I'm worried about Heather." Randy nodded in agreement, "So am I, she's barely spoken since she's come back." Amanda sighed and looked at Randy, with tears forming in her eyes, "She'll never stop loving him." Randy sighed, "I don't see how she could." Amanda shook her head as she looked back to the ocean, "Neither do I, but she does, regardless. Actually, I'm kind of glad that Rae didn't kill Brock." Randy looked at Amanda as if she had lost her mind. Amanda smirked, "Heather would be even more miserable than she is now." Randy's expression changed to one of realization and he nodded. Amanda smiled gently at him, "I'm lucky." Randy took her hand in his own and kissed it gently, "Not nearly as lucky as me." Amanda leaned and kissed Randy gently. Randy wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss.
Heather was lying on her bed, just staring at the wall. No matter what he had done to her, she still felt love for him, and she was carrying his child. Heather drew in a ragged breath as she rolled to look up at the ceiling. She sighed and then rolled onto her other side to face her door. Tears now streamed down her cheeks, she missed him. Not the way he was NOW, but the way he had been before they went to Minnesota. She shoulda have been happy being back home and away from the monster that Brock had become, but she felt so lonely. Both of her friends were happy and in love, and she felt alone. It was unfair. She closed her eyes as she continued silently crying, soon she slipped off into dreams of the man she once loved with every fiber of her being.
Author's Note: Well, our chica is depressed ... *sigh* ... what can we do to help her?! I'll think of something ... anything to get her mind off that bastard ... speaking of Brock, have we seen the last of him? Something inside me tells me that he's going to surprise the friends once more ... REVIEW ...
Chapter 29: Home Sweet Home
Rae and Amanda sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office with Heather. Raechel sighed and looked at Heather, who seemed very withdrawn. Amanda noticed and the two friends exchanged worried glances. Finally a nurse came through the door, "Heather Reed?" Heather stood up and walked into the back with the nurse. Rae switched her seat to sit next to Amanda, "Is it me, or does she seem miserable?" Amanda nodded in agreement. Raechel sighed and nodded, "I thought so. God, why's she upset now?" Amanda only shrugged, "I don't know." Rae slid down in the chair and her right leg began shaking, "I hope it's not over that fuckin asshole." Amanda shook her head, quickly, "Don't even think that shit Rae." Rae shrugged as she looked over at Amanda, "Hey, I'm just callin it like I see it. She's been mopey since we got home." Amanda grumbled and shook her head, "That's bullshit." Raechel growled and stood up, "Look, ask her, don't jump in my shit, alright?!" With that, Rae stormed out of the doctor's office, fumbling in her jacket pocket. Amanda sighed and stood up to follow her.
Amanda found Rae sitting on the curb of the parking lot smoking a cigarette, her hands were trembling. Amanda sat down beside her, "Look, I didn't mean to piss you off." Raechel shook her head as she exhaled, "You didn't piss me off. It's that hold that worthless piece of shit has over Heather that pisses me off." Amanda nodded and they both looked out toward the road. Rae took another drag off her cigarette, "I just hope that the kid is okay." Amanda nodded in agreement, keeping her eyes focused on the road, "So do I. I don't even want to think about what that will do to Heather if ..." Rae cut her off, "Don't start. You could've ended with 'so do I'. We don't need to talk about that fuckin shit." Amanda sighed and looked over at Rae who was lighting another cigarette, "Stressed?" Rae shook her head and handed the cigarette to Amanda, "You said when you're pissed off." Amanda nodded and took the cigarette. The two friends sat on the curb in silence, as they smoked their cigarettes.
Heather was silent the entire trip home, her hand remained on her stomach. Amanda tried to start conversations with her, but only recieved one word answers. Rae joined Heather in her silence. When they arrived at the house, Heather didn't say a word and went upstairs to her room. Rae watched her go and shook her head as John joined her, "How's she doing?" Rae looked at her boyfriend as Amanda walked into the kitchen, which is where Randy usually was. John waited for Rae's answer, "Rae?" Rae sighed and walked out onto the front porch, John followed her and walked out just as Rae was lighting a cigarette. He sat down next to her as she sighed and looked out at the ocean. Rae tore her eyes away from the water and looked at John, "She's fuckin miserable, and I dunno why." John narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Then how can you be sure?" Rae cocked an eyebrow at John, "Cus she's one of my best friends. That fuck has had a hold over her since he debuted," she growled looking back out at the ocean. John sighed and looked down, unsure of what to say. He looked up when Rae started to speak again, "Damn him, and the day that he fuckin debuted." Rae put her cigarette out in the ashtray and looked at John, "I'm really worried about her." John nodded and wrapped his arms around Raechel. She closed her eyes as he pulled her close to him.
Amanda and Randy were out on the side porch, watching the rolling ocean from a different angle. Randy looked over at Amanda who was chewing on her nails, "Are you okay?" Amanda shook her head, "I'm worried about Heather." Randy nodded in agreement, "So am I, she's barely spoken since she's come back." Amanda sighed and looked at Randy, with tears forming in her eyes, "She'll never stop loving him." Randy sighed, "I don't see how she could." Amanda shook her head as she looked back to the ocean, "Neither do I, but she does, regardless. Actually, I'm kind of glad that Rae didn't kill Brock." Randy looked at Amanda as if she had lost her mind. Amanda smirked, "Heather would be even more miserable than she is now." Randy's expression changed to one of realization and he nodded. Amanda smiled gently at him, "I'm lucky." Randy took her hand in his own and kissed it gently, "Not nearly as lucky as me." Amanda leaned and kissed Randy gently. Randy wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss.
Heather was lying on her bed, just staring at the wall. No matter what he had done to her, she still felt love for him, and she was carrying his child. Heather drew in a ragged breath as she rolled to look up at the ceiling. She sighed and then rolled onto her other side to face her door. Tears now streamed down her cheeks, she missed him. Not the way he was NOW, but the way he had been before they went to Minnesota. She shoulda have been happy being back home and away from the monster that Brock had become, but she felt so lonely. Both of her friends were happy and in love, and she felt alone. It was unfair. She closed her eyes as she continued silently crying, soon she slipped off into dreams of the man she once loved with every fiber of her being.
Author's Note: Well, our chica is depressed ... *sigh* ... what can we do to help her?! I'll think of something ... anything to get her mind off that bastard ... speaking of Brock, have we seen the last of him? Something inside me tells me that he's going to surprise the friends once more ... REVIEW ...