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Well its very hard to find an interent cafe in the deserted Irish countrysie...but I found one!
So from an internet cafe in Ireland, here is part 10!I Hope you enjoy!
A Recognised Loss
Part 10
It was the morning after the night before and everyone was happy, the Tyler flat was lit up with smiles as everyone thought of the night before.
Venetia was happy – she finally had a family, a mummy and a daddy – she was no longer one of those kids, the ones who don't have dads and get teased, the ones the adults pointed at whispering about Rose being a single mum. She had a mother and a father – she had parents to love her and care for her – she was whole again.
Venetia was sitting on the floor of the living room playing with her Winnie the Pooh toys as she watched her mum and dad on the sofa. They would talk then giggle, move closer together then push each other away. She knew there was something about her dad that she was missing – she could feel it inside of her when she touched him – something different – he felt different to her mum. She watched them intensely for a while just thinking about them, her mum and her dad – the man her Grandma had hated so much. The man who caused her mum to cry so much and for so long, she could remember being a baby – she knew you weren't meant to; but she could. She remembered lying in her crib listening to her mum crying into a pillow, cursing him and his ways, swallowing pills and drinking out of bottles; anything to try and block the pain. Venetia remembered what it was like when her mum had been drinking and Rose told her stories of her father, they were stories that Venetia wasn't meant to understand – but she did. Even worse she remembered them – she had pushed them away to the back of her mind forgetting about them – that was until he returned and told her the exact same stories, almost as if they events they spoke of were….real. Thefive year olds' mind ran it through over and over again, everything they told her – none of it could be real – not a single bit of it… but the way they spoke of those times with such love in their eyes, as though they were really remembering, those were the things that upset Venetia – how they believed the impossible to be true.
Rose and the Doctor lay back against the sofa, his arm wrapped around her as she lent back into him – they were both watching Venetia worriedly. Her face was screwed up in confusion as though she was thinking – she looked exactly like the Doctor – her brown eyes were deeply troubled as she lent back against the wall clutching her teddy bear. She wasn't playing, nor moving, she was just thinking – trying to remember over and over again and that was what upset her parents.
'Vennie?' Rose called out uncertain – she didn't like the look on her daughters face. Venetia didn't reply, she just continued to cling onto her Winnie the Pooh, her face distraught and confused, her brow was furrowed and she was thinking very deeply. Rose jumped up and cautiously walked over to her daughter
'Venetia?' she asked a bit more forcefully this time. When her daughter didn't reply Rose started to really worry, she sat down in front of her daughter and gently shook her
'Sweetheart? Can you hear me?' she asked. There was a huge pause before Venetias' eyes snapped up to stare at her mother – her eyes were cold, like stone gems in her head.
'Why did you bring him back?' she asked quietly, her eyes accusing Rose.
'Bring who back?' she asked worriedly. The Doctor stood behind her equally as worried
'Daddy' she simply stated 'You hated him. When I was little you would talk about him with Grandma, you wished him to be dead; you cried over him, you let him break your heart. You said if you ever saw him again you'd kill him'
Rose gasped
'How can you remember these things?' Rose asked haunted by her little girl – her eyes turned wide and frightened
'I remember everything Mummy – everything that you ever said' she wimpered beginning to sound like the scared little girl that she was.
'Oh, sweetheart' Rose whispered as she pulled the little girl into her arms, Venetia clutched her mother as she let her tears fall
'Why did you lie?' Venetia sobbed as Rose stroked her hair and rubbed her back trying ot soothe the little girl who was so very frightened
'Sometimes grown ups say things they don't mean' she told her softly
'So you're not really going to kill Daddy?' Venetia asked, her sobs beginning to slow down
'No – I'm not' she promised her. Venetia stepped back to look at her mother
'Then why did you say you would?' she asked confused, Rose gently wiped her tears away
'Because I was upset – Daddy and I had an argument and we didn't get to make up until a couple days ago' she reassured her. Venetia bit her lip
'So you don't hate him?' she asked quietly, Rose shook her head and smiled
'No' Venetia then looked up at the Doctor
'Do you hate Mummy?' she quietly asked, he smiled back gently
'No – I never could' he reassured her. Venetia clutched Winnie the Pooh under her chin and looked from one adult to the other.
'You gunna be okay?' Rose softly asked her. Venetia nodded her head then slowly walked out of the room. She sat down on her bed and pulled out her Winnie the Pooh book, quietly reading to herself. She opened the book and pulled her Winnie the Pooh onto her lap
'Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known' Venetia read the words aloud to her teddy bear – then she paused as the words sunk in. She needed to know everything; all the questions floating around in her head had to be answered
'You will suddenly know everything there is to be known' Venetia repeated thoughtfully to her toy.
'That's it!' she exclaimed. She jumped off her bed taking Winnie with her; she quietly opened her door and walked down the hallway leaving the book open in the middle of her bed. She quietly pulled her coat and shoes on before opening the front door, she glance behind her before she pulled it shut. She began to run down the landing and towards the park – she knew where the river was, her Grandma used to take her there. Clutching Winnie the Pooh she ran through the park her blonde curls dancing manically on her head as her face was set in a determined expression.
'What was that about?' the Doctor asked Rose sometime later. Rose shook her head as she lent back into the sofa – they had decided it would be best to leave her alone for a while.
'Not a clue' she replied. The Doctor looked out the window over the city, the sun was getting low in the sky and a cool breeze was carrying the leaves through the air.
'Can you go and get her?' Rose asked, 'dinners nearly ready'
He nodded and walked towards her room. The Doctor opened the door to be met by a deadly silence, the room was empty, her cupboard was open and a book lay abandoned on her bed next to a pile of used tissues.
'Rose!' the Doctor yelled.
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Next update will either be next wednesday or before depending on where and when I can find another interent cafe as I'm still in Ireland untill Wednesday.