Alfred's POV
I didn't realize how quiet the house would be now. It's almost eerie really, with nothing but the wind howling every once in a while as it blows the snow around. I turn on the TV just to drown out the silence around me. Maybe tomorrow I will go with Scott since the trial seems to be dragging on forever. I mean after two weeks there's not much left for me to do or clean. There's a tiny mess in his office where he spilt some whiskey the other day so I mean since I'm so damn bored I'll g try to clean that up.
He'll owe me too since the dick did it in front of me, not the spilling but the whole drinking part. I swear once I can again I'm going to ask if we could have a night out on the town. A real dinner date like we use to have. Well we won't get tossed out of any bars like back then. Or at least I'm sure we won't though I know a few won't let us in the doors.
I chuckle slightly as I kneel down on the carpet, thinking back to those long steaming alcohol infused nights. His brother could never keep up and it wasn't long before our merry band would break off into pairs. I more than likely ending up at his place. I won't lie, it was while drunken sex….still pretty damn good sex.
I'm drawn back from my fond memories by a sharp pain. It's twice as bad as anything I've ever felt before. I can't breathe as it racks my body. It slightly feels like labor but it can't be because then I'd be early. No it's nothing but another cramp and nothing more.
I can't even stand. Hell being on my knees is taking all of my strength. "Oh God," I say with clenched teeth. "What the…fuck?' Below me it's like a dam bursts soaking the carpet in a deep red. The pain worsens as my body starts to fall apart on me. It becomes every few minutes and it becomes all too clear that I'm in labor. "No…" I choke out trying my hardest to gain control of the torture.
Quickly I rack my brain to figure out where I put my phone. He told me how many times to keep my phone on me but like always it's up on my dresser. Maybe I could reach it if…I think again about trying to get to my feet but I'm finding it useless. I might be trapped here but I'll be damned if I let her die.
No, I've been her hero this far and ready or not she's coming today. So I let out a scream as more blood soaks into the once white carpet. There's so much I'm surprised I have any left pumping in my body by the time I feel her. "Don't…be stuck." I mutter out. It's more like a weak prayer if anyone up there is really listening.
He's ignored me for this long but he wouldn't just sit up there and watch her die, right? But then again he's done it before. After what feels like an hour's pasted I have to lay my head back feeling all my energy drained. It's like I'm reliving an old memory except instead of hearing my mother's screams it's my own. "Almost there…" I say after the pain lessens for a moment.
There's tear streaming down my face as I give one last push. It leaves me completely drained but after a moment I'm able to lift my head. Again all I hear is the wind outside howling as the snow hits the windows.
The blizzard outside rages on as a new memory floods my mind. It was only a week ago that we decided to take a small walk down to the river that morning right after the sun rose. The snow was only a few inches deep but he held my hand tightly like he was going to lose me in it. "Yah know it's colder than shit but my god is it breath takin'," He said with a smile only leaving my side for a quick smoke. "Yah know all this land back 're is mine right?"
"Oh is it?" I answered as he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close. "So what are you thinking?"
He pointed across the river towards a small clearing, "Well a swing set would fit fine there and I know a place where a tree house would look pretty damn good." He chuckled warmly as he rested his head on my shoulder. "Course that might mean one or two more."
At the moment I remember feeling excited but now as I look over at her tiny body I know it will never happen. Carefully I take her into my arms wishing for even a small whimper from the cold but like the house she's silent. "Heather…" Again tears start to fall as I hold her fragile little body close to my chest. There's nothing else I can think to do and I'm too weak to move anymore than that. I failed her, I failed my little girl and nothing will bring her back to me. My little angel was too good for this world. I only hope that my mother will watch over her until I can see her again.
It's my only hope left in this fucked up world. My vision starts to fade and I can't feel anything below my waist anymore. "I'm sorry Scott…" I mutter as the storm continues to rage outside. "I can't be your pulse anymore."