Chapter 5: Gone
WITH JEN AND JUDE:
JUDES POINT OF VIEW:
I was driving my wife and myself home. We drove in silience. There was nothing left to say. We were both still weeping of the death of our unborn child. I was now pissed off at Mr. and Mrs. Masterson. There were the reason our child died. As I parked into the driveway, rage filled me. I ran out, and slammed the door. I ran inside the house to find Mrs. And Mr. Masterson sitting on the couch, acting like nothing happened.
"YOU!" I shouted, pointing to Mr.Masterson. "YOU KILLED OUR CHILD!"
He laughed. "Yeah, like I made Jen fall down the stairs."
"You were the reason she was running," I replied. "I want you out of our house...NOW, before I change my mind and sue you!"
"Fine, I never liked you anyways," Jens father answered, as they left.
Thank God they're gone, I thought. I took me a minute to realize Jen didn't come inside. I went outside, to still find her in our car. Her head was layed down, her face in her hands. I could tell she was crying. I opened the car door.
"What's wrong, Jen?" I asked her.
She didn't look up.
"Our child..." she cried out. "gone..."
That just made her cry out more.
"It's all my fault!" she shouted.
She started to pull her hair. I had to grab her hands to make her stop.
"Let's just go inside, and talk about this," I said, trying to act calm.
She icnored me.
"I HATE MYSELF!" she yelled, as she started to bang her head on the dash board.
I pulled her out of the car, as she struggled to her out of my grip. I pratictly dragged her to her bed. She needed time alone, I thought. To calm down. I shut the door behind me, trying not to start crying again.
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WITH WYATT:
WYATTS POINT OF VIEW:
That talk with Jonsey was intence.
"What were you doing with Jonsey, daddy?" Kenny asked me.
"Nothing, son." I told him. "Nothing."
Anger filled my eyes. Everywhere I looked, it looked like Nikki and Jonsey were there together, holding each other. And that's when it happened. A semi truck swerved towards me, as we both were hit, and flew into the ditch.
I screamed. Kenny screamed.
The last thing I remembered was touching my head. It was bleeding. Then, everything went black.
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WITH NIKKI:
NIKKIS POINT OF VIEW:
I was just sitting on the couch, reading my favorite novel, "Flowers in the Attic" by V.C. Andrews, well the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said as I turned the phone on.
"Hello, ma'am," he said. "Is this the lady of the house?"
"Yes," I said, confused.
"Listen. You son and husband were in a car accident. Your husbands in a coma, but your son seems to be alright, but we're doing tests." he said. "We got his I.D. from his wallet, and then called you."
A shiver went down my spine. Wyatt? In a coma? NO! I shouted in my head.
"I'll be right at the hosital," I yelled, hanging up the phone without saying good-bye.
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AT THE HOSITAL:
STILL NIKKIS POINT OF VIEW:
The doctors approched me as I went into the emergancy room. Kenny saw me, as his brown eyes widened with happiness, as he went up to hug me.
"Your son seems alright," the doctor said. "Lucky your son was in the back, and not in the front."
"What about my husband?" I asked.
There was silience.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the doctor said, putting his head down.
"You...you...mean..." I stuttered. "...dead?"
The doctor shook his their head yes.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. We tried the best we could," he tried to explain.
"WELL YOUR BEST ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" I yelled at him.
"Please, ma'am, we're just trying to help." he told me.
And that's when it happened. I fell to the ground, crying.
"Oh, Wyatt..." I wispered. "And to think the last thing I told him was Kenny wasn't his child!"
Thank God Kenny didn't hear me said that last sentance.
"Mommy, what's wrong?" Kenny asked me, pulling on my shirt. "I want to see daddy!"
"I'm sorry, Kenny," I told him. "Daddys in Heaven."
"Will I ever see him again?" He asked me.
That just made me cry harder. It was hard to excpet the fact that Wyatt Williams was now dead.
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WITH JONSEY AND CAITLIN:
CAITLINS POINT OF VIEW:
Jonsey and I were at his house.
"So," I said, breaking the awkward silience between us, "you forgive me for punching you in the face?"
Jonsey laughed. "Yes, Caitlin."
We broke into a hug.
"You heard about Jude and Jens baby?" I asked him.
"Yeah, that is so sad, I can't belive Jens dad chased her till she fell down the stairs," Jonsey said, his eyes darkening.
"You know, I think it was wrong of Jen not to tell Jude she was pregnant," I told him.
"I do, too." Jonsey said, "You got to be honest with your life partner."
"Jonsey, even though we're not married," I began, "I still want to be honest with you."
Jonsey raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you have something to say, do you?"
"Yes," I told him.
I took his hands into mine, as we looked into each others eyes.
"Remember when we were alone at my house," I began, "and...we did something you shouldn't do till your married?"
"You mean, sex?" Jonsey asked me.
"JONSEY!" I cried out. "Yes, that. That words so gross...ANYWAYS... I'm going to be honset with you..."
"Yeah?" He asked me.
I stuttered to find the words, as the finally came out. "I'm pregnant."
Jonseys eyes got big. "You're joking,"
"no, I'm not. I just figured out yesterday. I'm already two months." I said, almost crying.
"OH MY GOD!" Jonsey cried out. "First, I just figure out Kennys my son, and then, I realize I'm going to be a father to another kid!"
"What are we going to do?" I asked him.
Jonsey sighed, as he tooked my hand. "I don't know, but we're going to stick together, and get out of this."
"What do you mean, "get out of this"?" I asked him.
"You know, there's always abortion..." He said quietly.
"Jonsey!" I cried out. "That's murder!"
"No it isn't," Jonsey explained, "The baby is only two months. It's not even alive yet."
"Maybe," I said, not being sure, "Maybe."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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