Chibi-Kari: Seems like I started this years ago…geeze. I'm sorry for the wait, but
I was having some trouble adjusting to my new life and I knew I needed to end
this. So here is the best ending I could come up with, I hope no one gets too
mad…P.S. I'm starting a forum so rant about how bad this was there. I will
respond to any questions and such there. And I don't own, so don't worry.
Years Ago
The Last Chapter
The young brunette wiped the light trail of sweat on her brow with the sleeve of her shirt.
It had been over three years since the accident; and in that time, she still hadn't gained
those missing memories. The doctor told her something about repressing memories.
She didn't understand or even care. She had a wonderful little house with a garden in
the country, complete with a little picket fence. She had a loving husband and two
wonderful children, most of the time. Her life couldn't be more perfect…well it could if
she got her hands on that little boy.
"Robbie!" She called flipping her brown bangs out of her ruby eyes.
She rounded the corner slowly. Giggling erupted from down the hall, then in a flash
pale skin and a mop of brown hair ran down the corridor and towards the living room.
She spread her legs and braced herself for catching the little boy, but instead he
managed to slide right between her legs.
She closed her eyes tightly and let a growl emit from her throat. She had been chasing
the little boy for an hour now, "Robbie, when I catch you-"
"You're gunna give him a bath right?" Came a low voice amusement seeping through it.
She turned around to see her loving husband holding their son in his arms. His crimson
eyes shining as his blue toned hair swayed as he held on to the little boy, "I take it you
left the door open and turned around to turn on the faucet again."
"Yeah. And the little monster decided to go streaking around the house. I'm just glad
Kailee is at school, we would have ended up dealing with a crying Robbie again if she
was here." She said watching the struggling father.
Kailee had grown up to be tough and more of a tomboy than anything else. She was in
the stage where you had to hate your siblings no matter how cute they were. And right
now, hating meant knocking him down off his three year old feet onto the ground and
leaving him crying. She may put on the tough attitude, but Hilary knew that she loved
Robbie with all her heart. One day, she had been at Kailee's football practice and some
older children tried to pick on Robbie, while he played in the sandbox. Kailee came up
and scared the little boys away. Of course and hour later she denied it completely.
"I'll take it from here, Kai." Hilary said as she walked forward taking the little boy out of
Kai's hands and walking down the hall.
"Shut the door this time." He called down the hall as he walked back towards their
sitting room.
She smiled slightly as she shut the door with one arm and then set the struggling boy
down. He immediately ran for the door and pushed several times before tearing up.
"Oh don't even try to cry. You're taking a bath right this minute." With that said, he
started screaming. Hilary sighed and rolled her eyes. Robbie always made her feel like
a child abuser or something. Miriam assured her that all children did this, she just
wished she could remember how she dealt with Kailee because Miriam's child wasn't
the shining example of perfect.
"You know what Robbie? If you stop crying I'll let you pick a toy to play with during your
bath." She knelt down knowing this was the only way to get him to come.
"Rupert?" He asked in his baby voice.
"Yes, I'll let you have Rupert King of the Duckies." She said smiling as she reached up
on the counter and brought down a big turquoise rubber ducky. This had been his first
toy, it came from his Uncle Robert, the man he was named after. And Robert being an
English Man named the ducky Rupert. For some reason, out of all the words that could
have been Robbie's first word, it was Rupert.
She settled Robbie in the bath quickly and her thoughts took her other places. One of
these places was to Robert. She hadn't seen or talked to him in a couple of months.
He had been her best friend all these years, and a shoulder to cry on when she was
confused or scared. Robert always had been there and then now, he wasn't she just
didn't understand. He meant so much to her.
Suddenly she fell to her knees and grabbed her head. This alarmed her son, who
struggled to stand in the waist deep water, and waddle over to her.
"Mummy?" He asked as he held a pudgy little fist forward.
"Oh God." She looked up at the little boy, then down at her own hands. All she could
do was cry.
The End
Chibi-Kari: There, I know it was a horrible ending, but I had to end it. I couldn't
fine the strength to continue it. Oh and Rupert the King of the Duckies is actually
the name of a rubber ducky that I bought my friend. The ducky was named after
Rupert Grint (Ron from Harry Potter)…just a bit of randomness. I'm gunna start a
forum, so if you want to rant and have me respond leave it in there. Thanks for
your time and support!