Chapter number 23. Why?
"Why did this have to happen to her?" Martha finally said after sitting in silence for the last hour. The cup of coffee in her hands that she'd been stairing at had gone cold about half an hour ago. And there she sat in the Holden's lounge room with the other's all sitting in silence. It wasn't like a family gathering to be so quiet, the Holden's were one of the families who knew how to party better than anyone else. But now the place was full of grief, it felt like a ghost town, the people were dead spirited, coffee couldn't help any of them.
The only response Martha got to her question was a hug from Beth who was sitting next to her. She put down the mug in her hands and cried into her mother's shoulder, the world wasn't fair, it probably never would be, and right now she felt like every worst night mare was hitting her in the face.
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In the busy city street's of Sydney, a taxi pulled up in front of the airport. The door opened and a man stepped out; it was Serena's father. He showed little emotion's and his face looked stiff, like he was angry. He'd left the hospital as soon as he'd heard the news that his daughter had passed, and now he was trying with everything he had to block the pain away, shut himself down, and go on with normal life.
It was the same way he'd lost his wife, the same condition, the same complications and the same results, and now he was blaming himself. He'd lost his daughter long before today, it was something he didn't like to admit, but it was the truth, he'd blocked her out, doubted her, and left her when she needed him most. 'What kind of father does that make me?' he thought to himself, making his way through the airport doors, ready to return to Washington D.C to his cancer patients.
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"Why did you have to die?" Lara sobbed. She was sitting at the foot of a grave, the light was getting dimmer and dimmer, day was fading away. The head stone on the grave read 'Glen Fitzgerald, much loved husband and friend'. "Why did you have to go to work that night? Everything would have been ok if you'd just stayed at home" she continued, her husband Glen was a cop, just like her, he was working at the station at Reeften lakes the night he died, there'd been a phone call from a girl in fright who's boyfriend was threatening to kill her. So without any second thought Glen and his work partner made their way to the address, only to find themselves at the gun point of the crazed drug driven boyfriend, and he didn't hesitate to shoot.
Moment's of crying like this had been more and more fewer over the three years since his death, she'd adapted to everyday life again, she'd become stronger, but every now and then, some one would get close to her, someone who cared more for her than just a friend, and she'd fell that by giving in, she'd be dancing all over Glen's grave. He loved her, he'd told her that every day since he'd met her in high school. He would of wanted her to be happy, she knew that, but it still didn't make her feel any better.
She looked around her, it was getting darker, she'd be due back at the station soon, and there was no prizes for guessing who would be waiting there for her, just waiting to talk.
She pulled herself together, ready to face the world again, trying to keep calm and forget about the many things on her mind that were slowly driving her to insanity.
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In the shadows of the moon-lit sky, a figure dressed in black from head to toe quietly walked trough a patch of long grass in the middle of the bush. The area was surrounded by trees, tall tree's that stood still in the night's sky, haunting the place buy there leafless branches. The figure kept creeping along through the bush, the trees getting thicker and thicker as it got further and further into the darkness.
Then, there was a small wooden box shed, only a few meter's in length, with an old wooden door that looked like it had been pulled out of a junk yard. The door opened, creaking loudly from the rusty hinges, and the figure disappeared into the shed, closing the door behind them.
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Peter sat in his office tapping the end of his pen on the desk furiously, Lara was in his mind, driving him crazy. He kept remembering how angry she'd been at him that day, he'd just pushed it too far, and now he'd come to the realization that she didn't have the same feelings about him that he had about her.
His thought's were interrupted by a familiar voice entering the station. "Sorry I'm a bit late" he could hear Lara saying to the guy sitting at the front desk.
"That's fine, do you think you could go and give this to Peter, I think he's in his office" the guy asked, handing her a yellow paper folder will what looked like a million pages in it.
She staired at the folder for a minute, and the thought of Peter re entered her mind, "Um, ah, um, yeah, sure thing" she stuttered, finding herself reaching out for the folder and heading towards the door of Peter's office. 'Oh gosh Lara, why the flipping heck did you just to that?' she asked herself, feeling the need to use the thick folder as a weapon to hit herself over the head.
Peter could see a shadow through the paint covered glass in the window of the door, he knew who it was, then there was a small knock, it seemed almost like she was still trying to decided whether to come in or not. "Come in" Peter called.
The door opened slowly, and Lara took a step into the room, she didn't even look at him in the eye, she just lent forward and dropped the file on the edge of the desk.
"Lara, please, just-" Peter tried to get out, but before he could say anything else the door closed and Lara was gone.
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Down the corridor of the station, past the interview rooms, Lara made her way into her office. Half of her hated herself for leaving Peter like that, but the other half didn't want to talk, so that's why she had done what she'd done. She sat herself down, taking a look at the piles of work on her desk and sighed.
The door opened and there stood Peter, "Lara please just hear me out".
Lara nodded, giving in, "Ok, come in" she said softly, she was going to have to talk sooner or later, and she seemed to get the idea that he wasn't taking no for an answer.
Author note: I've been noticing while reading through the last few chapter's that everyone in this story seems to be pretty depressed at the moment, I'll try to make something happy happen soon. Please review.