Chapter 19

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It was murky as she woke in the darkness. The darkness was heavy as it tried to pull her back into sleep but she fought against it and a quiet groan slipped out of her mouth. 'Christian...' Ana whimpered and moved her hand to search, feel for him but it was cold. The bed sheet was untouched, he hadn't come to bed. Initially thinking she wasn't asleep for long she glanced at the digital alarm clock flickering red, blurring her vision. It bleeped 4am, she was asleep for four hours nearly. Frowning she sat up in her bed and listened intently wondering if her beautifully sculptured husband was playing the piano. But no sweet tunes or beautiful melodies hit her ears. By this time she started to panic, Christian told her he would stay up till Theodore got home. What if something happened? What if Lelia got her claws into him?

No, she told herself. She mustn't think like that, there was probably a simple explanation. She took calming breaths and reached for her phone to check if he had text her, he did.

IN HOSP WITH PHOEBE, KEEPING HER IN OVERNIGHT DON'T WAIT UP FOR ME. SHE'S SUFFERING FROM SEVERE CONCUSSION, I'LL BE HOME SOON.
I LOVE YOU. C X

She read the text a few times to process what she's reading. Her daughter was wound up in hospital, with not time to think she rushed to the wardrobe and pulled on a pair of old worn leggins and Christian's shirt which had been thrown onto the floor. It smelt like him, mixed with the aroma of sex.

She pulled on an old baggy hoodie that she hadn't worn for months and hopped around the room trying to pull on her converses. Ana grew increasingly sick as the earliness of the morning and her daughters sustained injury had caught up with her but she pushed it away. Right now her mind was focused on Phoebe, she didn't know what had happened, what was going on or why it happened. Christian's voice ran through her head, 'I love you' it seemed to calm her visibly but emotionally she was stressed and torn. She didn't know how to handle this.

Slowly, she drew in a breath and picked up her phone sliding it into her pocket and walked out. She looked at Theodore and Jaxon's doors, they were firmly shut and signaled to her that they were safe and sound. Slowly she unlocked Theodore's room and poked her head on. Theodore was sleeping safely and soundly, his bouncy, copper curls hung down his forehead tickling his nose as he snorted. She smiled to herself, even though he was bigger he would always be her baby boy.

She snuck into his room and knelt by his face, stroking the loose curls back she leant in 'you need a haircut soon' she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead causing him to stir and turn away from the source of irritation. 'My baby boy' she whispered as she stood up watching him.

Sadness struck her as she realised she was getting old, her children were growing up. They didn't need nor want her anymore, yes she knew they loved her but they would do fine once they set of into their own little world. Nonetheless she would be there for them, through everything. Her and Christian. They would watch and support them even though she wish she could take them back and nurture them as they done when they were only babies dependent on their parents.

She let out a small whimper. Phoebe. She needed Ana right now, she needed her mom as well as her dad. Ana didn't know Christian's emotional state, he could be scared, worried or vulnerable which meant he need her to. Bracing herself she spun and knocked into a black hooded figure. 'Wh-?' was all Ana could get out before she was summoned into darkness as a dark sack tightened itself around her head and a faint, funny smell sent her to the oblivion of sleep.

She awoke from a groggy state and wheezed trying to suck in all the air as her lungs constricted causing her cough violently. 'Phoebe! Phoebe! It's okay...it's okay' Christian sat her up and patted her back helping her cough.

She soothed into his arms letting his arms wrap themselves around her waist as she twisted into his body and nuzzled into his buttoned chest. 'I'm so sorry daddy' she whimpered, her voice making her sound small. Her dad shook his head as she gently swayed, rocking her to calm her, to keep her calm he kissed her head softly 'shh shh, no more Phoebe..it's okay...I'm here' she nodded and clutched onto him tightly.

After hours of Christian consoling his daughter he broke away and sat down on the chair. 'how do you feel?' Truth to be told Phoebe felt like shit, her head was pounding like she had been stood in front of a speaker of a metal concert. Her eyes felt scratchy and her throat felt like someone forced rocks down her wind pipe...that would explain why her throat felt a little worse for wear.

'I've felt better' she forced out of her throat her voice sounding croaky and murky. Christian picked up the cool plastic cup and filled it with water, Phoebe eyed on in need as her throat quenched with thirst. Softly, Christian propped up her pillows as she leant back and helped her gulp down the water.

'Where's mom?' she throatily whispered and eyed her dad. Rubbing his temple he sat on the edge of the bed and checked his phone, 'she's sleeping, i text her but i guess she didn't wake I don't want to worry or disturb her' Phoebe nodded sadly. She knew her mom loved her but right now she needed her but she wasn't going to disturb her. Not after everything's she done to her family. A feeling of gratefulness swarmed it's way through her body and warmed her up as she glanced at her dad reading through her hospital notes. His forehead contained lines as he focused on the notes.

'Your sugar levels are a little high, maybe Grandma can give you regular checkups and tests just to ensure everything's okay' he put down the blue, sleek clipboard onto the scratchy hospital matress and stroked her forehead feeling the heat radiate from her pale, flawless skin. 'You okay? You feel a little warm?' Phoebe rolled her eyes and a small smile played on her plump lips.

'Yes dad, I'm fine just a little...off' he nodded at her words 'If you need anything..drink or a nurse then say I'd rather know than let you suffer in silence' she nodded. 'Dad I wanna get dressed' she glanced down at her gown 'It's not very comfortable' She shivered as a cool breeze blew through the window, 'Daddy it's cold...' she whined and pulled the thin bed sheet which seemed more like a blanket over her frail body. Christian stood up and quickly shut the window stretching his lean broad body and looked into his daughter's bluey-grey eyes. 'You can't change, not until the doctor has examined you' she nodded and Christian gave her an apologetic smile. 'Can I at least go pee?' she gave him an amused smile and he chuckled 'Of course, I'll help you'

She rolled her eyes again which caused her dad to narrow his eyes at her, 'Dad I can do it myself, I'm not an inva-' she stepped onto her legs forcing her weight down which was too much for her lean legs to bear. They shivered like jelly as she started to tumble onto the floor but before she reached and slammed her head Christian grabbed her arm and balanced her to stop her injuring herself even more. 'What were you saying?' he smirked at himself as he knew he was in the right. Phoebe grumbled but broke out into a grin as he supported her to the ensuite in the room she occupied. As Christian walked her into the bathroom and sat her down on the cool seat Phoebe's eyes widened as she realised he wasn't going, 'Dad I am not peeing with you in here!' she exclaimed as Christian turned around leaving only his back visible to her. 'Relax I aint gonna watch' She growled furiously 'No I am not peeing with you in here, now out. Please' she pleaded to his back and Christian turned around with worry and concern clearly etched into his facial features.

'What if you fall or something? I don't want anything to happen to you' Phoebe pressed her lips into a hard line as she bit back an laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement 'What? Fall down the toilet?' she snickered as she tried to hold back a full-blown laughter. Christian narrowed his eyes at Phoebe, 'Glad you find this funny!' he snapped and crossed his arms over his chest 'so much like your mother' he murmured under his breath and rolled his eyes and sighed exasperated 'Fine as long as you tell me when you're done, promise?' his eyes were full of firmness and sincerity as Phoebe nodded 'promise!' she grinned and watched her dad walk out firmly shutting the door.

After she done her business she gripped the edge of the sink and propped herself up, she swiftly turned on the tap and soaped at her hands beginning to wash them. She glanced up to herself in the mirror; a white padded plaster was stuck across her gash discarding it from sight. She slowly moved her finger to the pad and gently trailed where her gash would be. It left a tingling sensation as she trailed her finger along in a little pathway. Her face was pale and shrunken and her cheek bones seemed to stick out more than she thought. Her eyes were wide just like her mom's and her pinkish lips were dry and chapped. Ugh she thought. Is this what i really look like? I'm a disgrace, I sleep with two guys and end up getting my heart trashed, I completely lost my mom and dad's trust and I bet my own brothers can't stand the sight of me. Only Dad's here...not mom nor Theodore or Jaxon. This has what it's boiled down to..what it's always going to be like...I'm going to be lonely living off my Dad. She let out a bitter laugh. Who would want you? You're pathetic and disgusting. You shouldn't even be alive her inner conscious sneered at her as tears brimmed in her eyes. That wasn't true was it? Mom and Dad loved me, Sophie and Ben care...she tried to reason with herself. It's all an act...they can't wait to be rid of you her inner conscious cackled at her as Phoebe gasped in shock and hurt.

'Phoebe are you ready?' her dad's voice interrupted her inner argument. Phoebe dried her eyes quickly not wanting to cause her dad worry, Worry? What worry? He's fed up of you Phoebe just like everyone else. She pushed it out of her mind and put on a weak smile 'Yeah I am'. A head full of copper curly hair poked it's way through and grinned at her, 'c'mon then princess, back to bed' He strolled in and offered out and arm for her which she gratefully took and let herself be steered out of the bathroom.

When she awoke from her unconsciousness her first reaction was that maybe Christian had came home and surprised her. That would be a first...Ana thought. She couldn't see anything it was pure darkness and a cotton material seemed to cover her whole head as she looked around trying to find a source of light but there was none. The cotton material covering her face shortened her breathing as tried to take in oxygen, instinctively her breathing rate quickened in panic but her survival instincts kicked in and she tried to calm. Her senses were heightened as she tried to figure out where she was, it was cold and the goosebumps rose over arms as she realised she was no longer wearing her hoodie. Her three beautiful children came to mind, her throat clenched as she prayed they would be okay and hoped she would be able to see their angel faces again. The stench of sweat hit her nose, it smelt more like fear and that's when her heart started to beat fast. She could smell a strong hint urine in the air. Shit she thought, what the fuck is going on?! Are my babies okay?! A loud cry of fear and desperation hit her auto-tuned ears she knew who that was straight away, it was so familiar but she had never heard him cry like that causing rage to coarse through her body. It was her youngest son Jaxon, 'Jaxon, shhh it's okay tell mommy what's going on?' she tried to stay calm for him but fear was evident in her voice. He let out a loud screech, 'Mommy!' She let out a whimper horrified she couldn't comfort him, 'It's okay baby, mommy will getcha safe' The pace of her heart beat quickened as she realised that she wouldn't be able to make sense from him as he was too traumatised needing the comfort of her that she was unable to give. Her eyes teared up as desperately fought against the ropes tightened around her wrists. Her mind flicked to her other two children's safety, Phoebe's with Christian and the last time i saw Theodore was...'Theodore?! Where are you?!' she tried to move her hands but it was no use they were tied behind her, she moved her hips but her feet where tied to a wooden, straight object as she realised she was tied to a chair. A loud slap rang through the room which was he next thing she heard, all the blood drained from her face and a eerie shiver over took her body.

:o Cliff-hanger...