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
Authors Note: Thanks so much for all the reviews! I love you guys a lot! So yeah, here is an early chapter! Aren't you guys really proud of me? I decided to put more then 25 chapters because I just thought of a really good idea and I want to follow through on it! Yeah so if anybody guesses the 'idea' because I think it's pretty obvious but that's probably because I know what it is, I'll update by tomorrow! Hehe, I might update tomorrow anyways but don't count on it unless somebody gets it!
So yeah, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and have fun with it! It's not my best, but it's a little longer then the rest of the chapters have been! I like it so I hope you will! Until next time!
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Chapter 24
Future
Natasha brushed through her hair with her wooden brush and then turned around to find her sister, Grace, watching her. She was sixteen years old and her sister was thirteen. Grace turned her head away from her sisters piercing eyes. She had changed her name since she was seven-years old to just Grace instead of Mary-Grace. Natasha shook her head and continued to brush through her hair.
"Natasha, do you know where father is?" Grace questioned and Natasha whipped around.
"Step-father Grace and no I don't know where he is!" Natasha yelled and threw her brush at the wall. "Would you stop annoying me? I don't want to talk to you anymore! You are the cause for why my real father and my mother are not together at all! If you hadn't of gotten me kidnapped and I hadn't taken you in this wouldn't of happened!"
"Natasha! You know that's not true!" Natasha stood up and towered over her younger sister. Grace shook her head as tears poured down her cheeks. "Stop it! I just wanted to know where father was!"
"Step father! Grace it's called a step-father! Stop saying that he is your father!" Natasha yelled and pounded her fist into the wall. Grace turned on her heels and hurried out of the room in search of her 'step' father. Grace walked into his office and found him reading a magazine.
"Father… I wish to ask you about Natasha."
"Yes Gracie, what is it?" Her father questioned and spun around. She met his brown eyes and smiled politely. "Is Natasha acting up again?"
"Yes father and I don't know what to do, I mean she's been mean for about six years now." Grace explained, "Ever since mother got married to you."
"Yes, well you can't expect much from her Gracie, I told you that she had some… Uh, problems and I don't want you around her much." Grace pushed back her long brown hair and then swallowed.
"But father, she is my sister…"
"Gracie, you have Mara and Clarissa and Andrew, what more do you need? They are your siblings also." Her father said and she shook her head again.
"She has been with me for many years father, she is my closet sister and I cannot just give up on her." Natasha leaned against the door and listened to Grace. She didn't know that that is what she thought of her. She thought that Grace hated her and was scared of her and didn't want to be around her. But Natasha was wrong and she felt horrible about acting that way to Grace. She stepped into the room.
"Grace… That's not what-"
"Get out!" Grace looked back and forth between her father and Natasha. Her father was screaming at Natasha to get out of the room, "Get out of my office! Get back into your room! It was suppose to be locked! Gracie did you un-lock her room?"
"Father I-"
"Grace! Go to your room or find your mother. I have to get the guards in here to get her."
"I am not an animal! I can walk to my own room but if you would un-lock it every now and then I wouldn't have to act this way."
"I said get out of here and don't come back! I knew that Maureen should of just given you away, it reminds her too much of Mark!"
"Well obviously! I am his daughter!"
"I wish you weren't."
"Well I wish you were dead, but we can't all have what we wish for." Natasha yelled and grabbed a knife that was on his desk. She ran forward and plunged it into his heart. He yelled out for help to get this girl off of him, but his cries disappeared as the color from his face paled. Mara, Clarissa, and Andrew all ran to the doorway and Mara screamed when she saw her father and Natasha on-top of him with a knife in his chest.
"Natasha! What did you do?" Clarissa yelled as Grace ran off to find her mother. Natasha turned around with the knife in her hand. She dropped it on the ground and ran past the three of them. She ran to the front door and ran out of it. She wandered the streets until she found what she was looking for. She opened the door with the key that he had given her and found herself in his life once again.
"Natasha… What are you doing here?" Mark's voice filled her ears and she turned around to find him sitting on the couch with a bucket in his lap. He was sorting out pictures and dumping the rest in the trash. Something that seemed so normal but Natasha had bigger problems. "Aren't you suppose to be sustained in the mansion?"
"Yes but… I killed him."
"What? You killed who?"
"My step-father I killed him and I had no place to go so I came here." Natasha fell down against the wall while Mark didn't move. "I just… I don't know I didn't mean to do it, but sometimes my body just takes over and I can't control what I do. I know that sounds stupid but it's true and Mark, just why couldn't you remember so we could be together again?"
"I'm sorry Natasha, some things are just not meant to be. I can't just make myself remember I wish that I could. I can never be somebody that you want me to be. I could never be Mark Cohen again without the memories and the personality. It just can't be. Now we have to do something about your hands, they're covered with blood."
"You told mom to move on! You told her to go and marry him and look what that has brought us too." Natasha said as Mark carried over a wet rag. He grabbed her hands roughly and washed them off. "Ouch, you're hurting me."
"Sorry." Mark mumbled and then looked around the room. He hid the bloody cloth in a bucket behind the couch. He turned back to Natasha and shook his head. "We have had this conversation many times Natasha and you know that they all turn out the same way."
"Yes, but Mark I mean if you had just tried harder maybe we would have been a family and this wouldn't of happened and I could be happy and you would be happy and Mimi and Roger and Collins and Angel and Joanna and Sara and Mark Jr. they would all be happy too!"
"No Natasha, it wouldn't of worked that way. I can't just remember on cue and I can't be that person that you want me to be. I don't have the memories or the strength to anymore. You have to get home."
"I can't go home! You know what they'll do to me?"
"Yes but Natasha, you can't stay here." Mark said sadly and shook his head multiple times, "You are not welcomed here anymore."
"And why is that?" Natasha said and rested her hands on her hips. Mark stood up so he towered over his only daughter. "You know that I am your daughter. You found that out six years ago."
"I know, but I'm moving."
"You're what?"
"I'm moving. There's no point for me to be here. I have to go and start a new part of my life. I am getting old and I think that I should actually do something for my life. Natasha try to understand."
"But you're all I have left Mark! I don't even know my own mother anymore! She's so distant and cold after having those last three kids. I don't even know them and Grace… Oh god I don't know Grace anymore either and I already got rid of my step-father…"
Mark shook his head, "It's for the best. Now you have to go. Get home and just deal with it."
"I can't believe you would say that I just have to deal with probably getting killed for killing my step-father. Thank you dad! I know you love me."
"Natasha that's not what I mean. I just can't handle it right now." Mark said and took a couple of steps back, "I don't want to be here anymore."
"Yes I know those thoughts. That's my father the one who deserted my mother in the first place came back fell into a coma, lost his memory, and couldn't remember anything, and let my mother marry another guy! You were always a coward, I shouldn't of expected much from you."
"Natasha…"
"Don't 'Natasha' me. I don't want to talk to you anymore. If I die at least I still have my pride. Yours went out the window a long time ago." Natasha grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. She slammed it on the way out. Mark watched her walk down the stairs and then walk along the side-walk with her hood pulled over her head to shadow her face. He knew her so well but yet he could never be Mark Cohen. He was Mark but never her father. It didn't make sense and maybe it never would. No, it never would make sense. He knew it now and he should of known it then. He shouldn't of let Maureen marry another guy for Natasha wouldn't of been killed… They were going to kill her and he knew it. But he couldn't save her he couldn't save anybody.
Not even himself.
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Future
Natasha walked into the mansion and looked at Gracie who was sitting on a chair in the doorway. She smiled sadly, she was covered in black clothing and Natasha walked to the window and watched as her mother, Andrew, Clarissa, and Mara watched as the pope buried their father. It had only been a few hours and they were already burying him. Maureen looked like a stone, her face didn't move at all and she didn't cry while Mara, Clarissa, and Andrew were crying and leaning on each other. Grace turned her head and grabbed Natasha's hand.
"Don't worry Natasha, I'll save you." Grace said and smiled sadly. She ran her small fingers along Natasha's arm and then let her fingers rest on her palm. "I won't let anything happen to you. You are my sister and sisters look out for each other."
"What a twisted way to think about it." Natasha commented and watched as Grace led her to the basement. She handed her keys to a car and smiled. "What is this for?"
"Go, go somewhere far away where nobody will look for you. I will explain it to mother and I know that she will not mind because she doesn't even seem to mind fathers death. I don't think that she'll press charges on you because you are her daughter… But we cannot be so sure about that. I put a load of money in the car, but you will still need a job. I got you a fake I.D., your new name is Jamie. Jamie Haley Cohen. Natasha Cohen is gone… Forever probably. Keep a low profile and only call me when you need me. I will try to write you letters I got you an apartment and everything. It's all set up for you. So go and don't look back." Grace finished and smiled. She had finished all of this in a couple of hours.
"Grace, why are you doing all of this for me? I've been a horrible sister to you!" Natasha said and Grace smiled sadly.
"You haven't, you're the best sister in the world. Go now Natasha, mother will stop you if you don't go now. I'll be seeing you and maybe one day I can join you where you are." Grace said and walked off to the side as Natasha got into the car. She locked in her seat-belt and quickly drove off in the direction of her new life. She was glad for Grace.
Without Grace, she would have been killed.
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Future
Grace sat at the kitchen table as Maureen, Clarissa, Andrew, and Mara walked into the house. Maureen shook her head and parted her brown curly hair. She looked at Grace who was sitting and writing a list quickly and then back at Andrew and Clarissa.
"Clarissa." Maureen said and Clarissa turned around. She looked at her mother and nodded her head. "Go get your things, you're going to private school and so are you Mara. I can't deal with you children anymore. Andrew, you also."
"But mother, there is not point of that I mean-" Clarissa argued and Maureen shook her head and slammed her fist against the table.
"You are all going to private school and that's it!" Maureen yelled and they all hurried to their rooms. Grace stood put. She looked slowly around the room and finally met with her mothers eyes.
"Should I go pack too mother?" Grace said in a small low voice and Maureen shook her head. Maureen looked at her second oldest daughter and shook her head again and again and again. "Then what shall I do mother?"
"Find me Natasha." Maureen said and Grace shook her head like her mother had just done. Maureen looked at Grace and pounded her fist on the table.
"Mary-Grace find me Natasha right now!"
"I can't mother, she's gone."
"What do you mean gone?"
"She left, she ran out of town, she didn't want to be here. I'm sorry I don't know what else to say." Grace said and Maureen slammed her fist down again and then walked out of the room. Grace breathed out slowly and then shook her head. She already missed Natasha. She was sure that she should of gone with Natasha and not stayed here with her six-year old triplet siblings and her cold mother. She finished her writing and then folded it neatly. She was going to escape from this tortured land one day… But not now, now it wasn't her time.
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Present Day – Normal POV
Natasha shot up from her bed with sweat covered along her body. Everything felt different. She had just seen into her future if life stayed the way that it was right now and she knew what she would have to do to save it. She would have to get Mark to remember everything and then everything would fine… Or would it? She would never know if she didn't try. All she knew for sure was that if she left everything the way it was now with her mother and Mark not together it would lead to ultimate destruction. She patted her hair down and looked at her friends as they slept quietly. She had no idea why she had been chosen to have these dreams and now somebody else; she just knew that she had to do something to prevent them from happening. She did not want to end up like that. She was sure that she did not want to kill anybody and have Mark… Her father leave her for good. She just had to work extra hard for him to come back to her.
End of Chapter 24
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