One Man, Two Lives Destroyed

Summary: AU She can think of many reasons to explain to her daughter why her fathers not around – just none of them are the truth. MCxMJ MMxRD JJxOC ADSxTC

Author's Note: Hey everybody, I'm sorry about not updating, I've been really busy with school and trying to arrange things for our 'move'. My family has decided to move because of my sisters death. So yeah, we have to get ready and that's been taking a lot of my time. So I'm really sorry for everything! I'll update as soon as possible!

Co-writer and editor: xI'll Cover Youx

Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWN RENT!

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Chapter 22

Normal POV

"Natasha's your daughter." Maureen said and Mark sat back in his chair all the way. He shook his head a couple of times, his blonde hair slightly moving as Maureen played with her curly brown hair nervously.

"That means that we…" Mark shook his head again and Maureen looked away.

"I knew that I shouldn't of told you. I'm sorry Mark, you weren't ready for it."

"No, Maureen, I wanted to know. I pushed you, it's alright. I'm glad that I know." Mark shifted uncomfortably and Maureen shook her head and grabbed her purse. She clutched it in her hand for a second before looking back at Mark.

"Maureen… Calm down, I'm not mad."

"But I know somebody who will."

"What who?"

"Kirsten! She'll hate me forever, you guys are romantically involved aren't you?"

"Maureen, don't worry about that! It's nothing really, it's just a fling. Let me just hear about what happened before my… Accident."

"I can't, I just can't. I have to go… I have to go pick up Natasha and I have to talk. I have to talk to Mimi or somebody but I don't want to talk to you now. I gotta go." Maureen grabbed her purse and stood up from the table. She walked out of the door and she didn't intend to look back. Once she was safely away she looked back and she found Mark walking right out the other door and in the other direction.

She knew that he wouldn't come for her.

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Future

She pushed her hair back and poked at the mashed potatoes on her plate. She looked up at her mother and then down to her plate again. "What did you do at school today darling?" Her mother pressed again and she just shook her head.

"Nothing mother, I did nothing. I made friends with this girl named Alana and that was it. Nothing special mother, nothing at all."

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, there is nothing wrong. I just miss my father."

"It'll be alright, he'll come back I promise."

"Mother, how do you know? I'm sixteen years old and he still doesn't remember my name… My touch, my hair, my smile… Anything about me. He's missed sixteen years of my life!"

"Only fifteen and a half, he was here for that half year of your life darling."

"Well I miss him and I don't think that James could ever replace him."

"Honey, James could never replace your father. We just had to go out separate ways because he had Kirsten and I have… James. Don't worry though he still will visit."

"Maybe it would have been different if you hadn't of told him about us before he was ready for it. He had a mental break-down and now he cant' remember anything."

"Honey, it is not my fault. I did what I thought was right."

"It is your fault mother! Don't you see? He's missing everything! It's all your fault!"

"Natasha I do not want to hear that language from you."

"I've been living here for six years; I am sick and tired of doing this! I don't want to be here anymore. I'm moving away and I don't want you to follow me ever. I'll be out of her by tonight." Her voice echoed off of the huge rooms of the mansion. She looked around and her eyes landed on Mary-Grace who was trying not to cry. "I don't want to be in this family anymore Mary-Grace, you have to understand."

Maureen shook her head and then placed down her fork as James walked in. "Hello darling! How was your day?"

"Just as usual as normal. How was yours sweetheart?" He took her hand and she smiled simply at him. She looked over at Natasha who was shaking her head and crying. She just smiled.

"It was great! Have you seen Julie anywhere?"

"No, but you know how six-year olds are. They're so sneaky and scary." James laughed and Maureen stood up. She placed her hand on her growing belly and laughed slightly. "Where's Natasha?" James questioned.

"Oh that girl? I don't know, I got rid of her I guess."

Natasha shook there for a second before turning around and walking out of the room. But not before she heard James last words, "Good riddance."

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Natasha snapped awake and looked around her room. It was the same as always she wasn't in James mansion or whatever. She saw her mother sleeping on the ground with a pillow under her head. She smiled and placed a blanket under her head. She must had been waiting for her to wake up so she could tell her something important. She hoped that her nightmare would never come true. She just wanted her mother and her father to live happily ever after.

After her mother had told her about telling her father about her and saying how she'd been so ashamed and how he didn't follow her, Natasha went straight to bed without even saying a word to James. Maureen later followed into the room and when she saw Natasha asleep on her bed, she just sat down for awhile and read. She had just gotten off of the phone with Kirsten who was clearly upset by the tone that she used. Maureen hadn't said anything except for sorry and how she wasn't thinking. She then fell asleep.

Natasha looked around her room one last time and then stood up and grabbed her bag. She ran down the stairs of the apartment noticing that Mimi and Roger were sleeping on the couch while Joanna and Sara and Mark Jr. took the master bedroom. Angel and Collins were sitting at the counter bar, but didn't notice as Natasha passed by. James was always away at business, always saying that he was busy whenever he was home which was rarely. Natasha ran down the street and entered Kirsten's apartment building.

"Darling, can I help you?" The lady at the front desk questioned and Natasha nodded.

"I'm looking for Mark Cohen, he's my father." Natasha added and the lady nodded. She pressed a couple of buttons and then pointed towards the stairs.

"Two flights up and then you'll find the door and it'll be the whole apartment floor. Just knock and somebody will answer like always. They is always some kind of help around. Go now darling, they're expecting you." The lady waved and Natasha ran up the stairs. She stopped at the door marked two and knocked solidly.

A fourteen year old girl named Marley opened the door. She smiled at Natasha and pushed the door open wider. "You must be Natasha, Mark's been talking all about you."

"Mark? Has been talking about me?"

"Yes, I'm Marley; it's nice to meet you Natasha. He is down in the study, maybe you can snap him out of this trance he has been in. He has been mumbling about how he does not get enough sleep and how he needs to talk to this woman Maureen and how he needs to see his daughter Natasha. Which is you... of course! Study is two doors down and then you will see him sitting at the desk. Did I mention that I'm Marley?" She rambled on and Natasha just nodded. She stepped into the room and Marley moved away.

"Hello?" Natasha said and Mark looked up, he smiled at his daughter and offered her a chair.

"Natasha... I've been expecting you."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to call Maureen... I mean your mother, but I thought it was too soon, it has only been a day."

"Two days actually."

"Really?"

"Yes..."

"Well I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be in your life from now on." Mark blurted out and Natasha turned her head to the side.

"You are?"

"As much as I can, I don't really know much about you because I can't remember-"

"Do you want me to tell you Mark?"

"What...?"

"Do you want me to tell you what I remember so maybe you'll remember?" Natasha placed her hands on her lap and smoothed out her skirt. Mark looked at Natasha and then back at her.

"Alright, tell me."

End of Chapter 22

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Author's Ending Note: So what did you think? Was it good? Review please!