Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Casualty, or anything else you recognize. I'm not the BBC (British Broadcasting Company).
A/N: Last time, Kirsty started her recovery in Holby ED, and is monitored by Adam every few minutes. Kathy brought Nita to the hospital, and Nita's staying with her grandma, while Kirsty is recuperating in the ED.
DennisDaMenace x
Kirsty's Dream ~~~
It's breakfast time, Nita is sitting on the table reading 'Girl Talk' and I was sipping a cup of coffee. Adam walked down the stairs in his pyjamas, as usual, and greeted me with a passionate kiss. As his lips met mine, I no longer felt the feeling I had when I was with Warren. I and Adam were happily married, and Nita was his step-daughter, but she said he was more of a dad than Warren ever was. Adam swore on his life that he would never hurt us, and never leave me. Everything felt normal.
KirstyPOV
"Behave, you," Kathy smiled, nodding towards Nita, "Do you want to sleepover mine, you don't wanna be home alone?" she asked the young teen perching on my bed.
"Sure, mum will you be alright here?" Nita asked me.
"Yeah, Jay and Adam will keep me company!" I said, hugging Nita and smiling at Kathy. "You go home and pack some clothes; you've got your key haven't you?" I asked Nita.
"Yes mum," she cringed, rolling her eyes, smiling.
"Good, well off you go," I said, giving her another hug and kissing her cheek.
They both left, and I drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of Adam and all my friends here now that I had decided to get divorced.
AdamPOV
Kirsty's mother-in-law had brought her granddaughter to see Kirsty about three hours ago, and Kirsty was now asleep in her bed in cubicles.
Jay, Tess and I kept checking up on her, just to see how she was getting on. I sat with her on my breaks, and when she was awake, I'd tell her how we'd make it right.
Her curly hair was a right mess, and I shifted a few of the curls out of her face. She was sturring in her sleep, and I expected that she was having a nightmare of sorts.
I got onto the small bed with her, and held her close, rocking her slightly.
"Hush, it's only a nightmare. It's not real," I told her as she woke suddenly, shivering slightly.
"It's so real, though!" she sobbed into my chest.
"Yeah, but he's not gonna hurt you now? Is he?" I asked, and she nodded her head.
She seemed okay to come home now, so I asked Mr. Jordan, who gave her the once-over, and decided she would be okay staying with me for the time-being.
"Can we go to my house first, to get a few clothes?" Kirsty asked, once we were on the way out of the ED. I assumed she wouldn't want to go back there for a few days, and I was right. I'd take my holiday a few weeks early, get Lenny or Ruth to cover for me, and I'd look after Kirsty at mine.
"Sure," I said, helping her into my car and buckling the seatbelt.
I got into my side of the car and drove out of my parking space, and onto the main road.
We pulled up outside Kirsty's house and I helped her out. She opened the door, and we went into the house.
She immediately went up the stairs and got a few things, packed them in a little gym bag and brought them downstairs. She made me a cup of tea, which I denied, but once she'd made it, she thrust the cup into my hands.
"Drink up," she said, sipping from her mug, the steam rising and warming her face. She needed rest, you could tell. The whole thing about the abuse and her husband had obviously tired her out, and kept drifting off on the breakfast table.
"Come on, Kirst. Let's get you home," I told her, picking her bags up and leading her out the door, locking it behind us.
We drove around to mine in about five minutes, due to my fast and 'dangerous' driving, according to Kirsty.
After I'd nearly scared her half to death with my terrible driving, I showed her to my bedroom, dumped her things in one of my drawers and helped her into bed.
She buried her head into the pillow, and fell asleep. I walked out of the room, turning the light off at the same time and plodded down the stairs.
Walking into the living room I sat on the sofa, turned the TV on and flicked through the channels until I found 'Hit 40 UK'. Listening to the tracks, I moved to the kitchen where I made a coffee. Thinking about how I'd manage to get Kirsty and Nita through all of this, I thought that I'd be a better dad to Nita than Warren ever was.
I hope that she'd accept that I want to help her, and that she'd let me help her and her mother. I want to be there for them both, and when Kirsty or Nita need me I won't leave them.
KirstyPOV
Lying in bed I felt paralysed. Warren and Nita were laughing at me, trying to get up. I saw Jay, Zoe and Adam there as well. Jay and Zoe shared the same looks as Warren and Nita.
Adam was shouting at me. "You really think I'd marry you?" he laughed. I shook my head, trying to shake the image out of my head. I tried to scream. No sound emerged from my lips, I was helpless.
The tears streamed down my face, I heard shouts of, "You're a worthless cow!" from Warren.
"I can't believe that I'd helped you all the times at work and you'd done nothing in return, selfish bitch!" from Jay, which made me cry even harder. Jay had been there for me when it mattered, and he was right; I'd done nothing for him.
Nita was screaming, "You're a totally worthless mother! You can't even look after yourself!"
Warren was the worst. "You wanted rid of me when you found out I had muscular dystrophy, wanted to go to Adam," he said, peering over me and pinning me onto the bed.
"Get off me!" I tried to scream, but a feeble whisper came out instead. Warren simply laughed and punched me in the jaw. I saw all of them flinch at the sound of flesh meeting flesh, but then continued jeering at me.
"Adam, help. Help!" I said, falling into a deep sleep...
A/N: Haha, I'm so mean for leaving it there! I'll try and get the next chapter up by Thursday or Friday, but it really depends if I can be bothered...
Hoped you liked it, any ideas or feedback, please review. See you soon...
DennisDaMenace x