Chapter 19!

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I'm giving up my job, because I hate my boss, and I'm back to university! (After two months) So I'll have a lots of time to think and continue this story and maybe start a new one... I do not know why I'm writting this, but I like you to know how is my life (That was so cliché! OMG)

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A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION, SADLY.

"I told you"

She was wearing the same violet dress, and we were in the same room, always. Everything there was broken, and the ivory curtains flew with the wind. She could hear the noises from the street. And her mother walking to the window, again.

"He's going to hurt you. Arthur loves you so much, that he needs to hurt you, just like Dom did to me"

Phillipa pulled the silver ring on her finger. She rolled it once, and she could see how the ring danced on her finger and she knew it beyond a doubt. She was dreaming, her mother wasn't real.

"You're not real. I know"

Mal throw both of her shoes to the streets and sighed as she watched them fall down. Phillipa stood there, watching how the projection of her dead mother tried to jump, but instead of that, Mal stepped back inside.

"My dear, you're so beautiful. Don't let him hurt you, if he does, just jump. Like me"

Phillipa's eyes were full of tears, while Mal just smiled at her. Why her mother's projection was saying that things?

It was two pm when she woke up. The noises from the kitchen made her look over herself. She was still wearing the dress from the night before, and her make up hadn't been removed. At that moment, she started to remeber how she ended over her bed, dressed and with a terrible headache.

"Please stay with me"

"Go to sleep"

"Shit"

I decided to take a shower first, and not face him wearing the same dress from the night before, and with my face like hell. After a good fifteen minutes down the hot water, I got dressed.

He was at the kitchen, reading some papers and drinking coffee. He didn't noticed me until I cleared my throat. He frowned, and he removed his reading glasses.

"Hey"

I whispered, and walked to him. He stared at me for a moment, and then I sat in front of him. He never said a word, until I opened my mouth to talk, but he interrupted me.

"Are you going to explain something about yesterday?"

Hell, he was serious, very serious.

"I'm sorry, I should called you to tell you I was fine, and I shouldn't had drink-"

"You're not going anywhere. You're going to university, and then back home until I decide"

I sighed, and looked down trying to hide my tears from him. He was right to be angry, because I didn't call him or because of my drunkenness, but I felt like he was hiding something from me.

"You're right, I'm sorry. But you're not my father, and you're acting like-"

"Who was that Jean? Why he came for you? And what was this thing doing on your purse?"

I exploted. That was enough for me, and I couldn't help but be angry at him.

"Jean helped me with homework, and with the practical work. I'm not dating him and cheating on you as you think, because he's gay, and- oh, those are condoms! And it were on my purse because I bought them, you know why? Because you didn't wore one that night and I have a-"

My eyes were full of tears. I could see my mother there, like a shade smiling at me. Like she was enjoying the fight, until everything become dark.

I woke up in someplace that wasn't my room, or either my home. The walls were white, and I was conected to a machine. I realised it was an hospital, when I saw the door middle open and I could hear his voice.

"How is she?"

"She is going to be fine. She had a nervous breakdown, and I suggest that you keep her at home for at least a week, resting. She needs to be calm"

"You made her a blood test, right?"

Arthur was nervous as hell. His face was pale, and I could heard more footsteps coming to my room. It was Eames.

"Sweetie, how are you?"

"I feel tired. What happened to me? I can't remember"

He took my hand and kissed it softly before answer me.

"You had a fight with Arthur and you collapsed on the floor. He called me and we had take you here. You're going home to have rest, doll"

He kept talking to me, and I couldn't hear what was Arthur talking with the doctor.

"Yes. The test was fine, but as I said monsieur Woods, she need to rest"

Arthur closed the door, and then looked at the doctor.

"She wasn't- she wasn't pregnant, was she?"

The doctor looked at the medical chart with Phillipa's blood test results.

"No, she wasn't. And I have my doubts that maybe-"

"Maybe?"

"Perhaps, she can't conceive"

"Uncle Arthur! Did you know that my mum is going to have a baby?"

The Point Man was holding the little girl in his arms, while she hugged. He was visiting Dom and his family after a couple months off of work, when he saw Mal. She was pregnant again, and this time they were waiting a boy.

"Yes, are you happy Philli? You're going to have a brother"

She smiled at him, and ran to her mother side, trying to touch her belly.

"When I grow up, I want to have babies like mum"

"She is too young monsieur Woods. If you want to know for sure, we can make some test-"

"It's ok. Can I take her home now?"

"Yes, sign these forms please"

After discharge her from the hospital, Arthur took her home. The ride from hospital to home was silent, and tense. She didn't move her eyes from the window, and Arthur couldn't help but trying to talk to her.

"I'm sorry"

She didn't answer, and just kept her gaze over the road. Arthur sighed and stopped the car.

"I'm so sorry Philllipa. I didn't want to-"

"You don't even know how to ask for an apologize. Just... let's forget this. Can we go home, I want to sleep"

He drove back to his place. And once they were there, She ran to her bed.

"Honey, please forgive me"

"Can you stay here, for a moment?"

Arthur hugged her, and she fall asleep inmediatly. He looked at her calm face. She looked so much like Mal, and her voice was so similar too. Now, he felt the same that Dom told him once.

"She's like Mal, Art. There are moments that I- I can't see into her eyes. Her voice, even when she's angry she acts like her. Do you remember Mal from our jobs, right? Well, she's like that shade"

Arthur had a lot on his mind. Phillipa and now, Smith.

I have the feeling like this chapter was a kind of filler, I'm sorry, but the next one will be a little bit darker.

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