The characters from the game belong to Capcom.
A/N:I'm not english native speaker, so you might find some typos or grammar mistakes, I do apologize for that.
Yana's POV
It seemed I could see things in slow motion as I watched Nico and Evana leaving the apartment. My husband's expressions squeezed my heart in pain, I was destroying piece by piece the plans he made since he learned about my pregnancy. I never saw him so happy on the matter. We had reconciled and he would have the chance to accompany and be like father during my pregnancy, somehow, it was a way for him to have his family dream coming true.
Nico was perfect for me because of his condition when I hated the idea of getting pregnant, but that wasn't his choice and I knew he suffered with his limitation. When I got broke him the news, he seemed to have reached the nirvana. He gave me all the support I didn't have, he took care of me (us) and had all the patience in listening to my crazy ideas when I was still in denial. Nico made me see a part of me I was purposely oblivious and accept my new condition.
Now I'm about to bury Nico's lovely plans as I face the standing man – sweet like devil – who turned my life upside down and changed me forever.
"Will you accept a glass of water or orange juice?" I said in an attempt to break the ice since my rehearsal for the script wasn't coming out. My hands in cold sweat and I still avoided his eyes.
"Water, please." Piers replied seemingly to be as much nervous as me
"Take a seat, I'll be right back." I replied heading to the kitchen. Why this had to be so hard after we have seen each other naked so many times? Okay, he never saw me pregnant and I never saw him without an arm. I put the glasses of juice and water on the tray and made sure to have some snacks too. Anxiety and tension moments always get me hungry and nothing better than food to keep the nerves working properly.
Piers was sitting on the couch checking his cellphone. I put the tray over the coffee table and took some candy so the tension wouldn't make me faint. I sat on the armchair and watched Piers take a sip of the water.
"You can have the snacks too." I told him; he took a small candy ball.
TPOV
The awkward silence. You can never get used to it. Those seconds that look like eternity to pass. The script that seem to fail to be followed as the words seem to get stuck in the throat, her heart hammering and the brain malfunction. Those were the moments before the ice was broken timidly by Piers after he cleared his throat.
"When is your due?" he asked looking at the glass in his hand
"In March."
"Just more three months…"
"Yeah. The final countdown."
"Yeah…" he made a pause to sigh and think of the right words, "You're married to Nico and I noticed his behavior at the baby shower… as a father like Chris… so I need to ask who is the real father of your baby?" Piers asked turning his face to look at Yana
The ginger took a deep breath looking back at him. Her body was trembling, her heart beating so fast and her throat getting dry getting difficult her voice to come out. She knew and understand he had doubts, but he wouldn't be there if he wasn't aware that there was still chance that that child was his.
"Genetically he can only be yours, but if you still have doubts I can give you the DNA test. I understand you didn't believe me when I told you I was just doing girls since Nico broke up with me and you were the only man I was doing that time."
"It's not that I didn't believe you back then, but I needed to ask since you didn't tell me before and did seem to want me to not know about it, so my doubts came from that."
"I just learnt you were alive! To be exact one week before the baby shower! Eva and Chris hid that from me, obviously because of his sister. Maybe he thought I was going to be another crazy chick like Laureen and do everything to ruin his sister's happiness when in fact I'm really far from that!"
Piers opened his mouth to say something, but just frowned letting the air escape from his mouth; thoughtful, "Did he know you were pregnant all this long?"
Yana took another candy and took a sip of her juice in distress since there was another side of the truth where she was responsible for the secret, "Well, that's the part you were right by saying it did seem I didn't want you to know about it and this is the point where I prove I'm not Laureen and don't want to be a troublemaker… I confirmed the pregnancy when I was already 4 months pregnant and I considered the idea of not telling your family about their heir since I still believed you were dead. I didn't receive the news well and had terrible ideas. Eva and mainly Nico served as my son's guard angels in keeping his life…"
"You thought of abortion?"
Yana nodded, "I told you I never wished to get pregnant and I took uninterrupted shots combined with condoms and spermicide to prevent that! But baby MacGyver got over all that. He survived my plans of abortion and adoption and then he started softening my heart and right now he's here kicking my ribs." She spoke with a faint smile passing her hand on her belly
Piers couldn't help the giggle on the ginger's tone, "MacGyver, is that his name?" he asked in curiosity
"No, I just call him like that because of all the obstacles he surpassed. He still doesn't have a name."
"May I feel him?"
Yana couldn't hide her distress with his question. That meant they were going to stay closer like they hadn't been a in long time. Her mouth went dry and her heart hammed unsteady. Had she been oblivious to the possibility he would want to touch their child after learning the truth since she always knew he was a family man and thought he would be careless about touching her belly to feel their child?
Piers' POV
Flashback
"How was your week since our last session?" a brunette woman of curly hair asked Piers after opening his chart
"It was good. I reflected a lot."
"About what?"
"My loneliness, the person I used to be and how much I miss myself so much… and my feelings."
"Did you get a conclusion for all that?"
"Yes, for most of it."
"How do you feel about that?"
"It's time for a change. I'm bringing an old me back. I have decided to come clear with Claire tomorrow when she comes to see me."
"You finally took the courage to face Yana inside you?"
"Yes I did."
"How do you feel about that? What triggered that journey?"
"Chris' daughter baby shower. Yana was there… with her husband."
"Hum, was her husband the trigger?"
"No! Before that day I was already visiting some places inside me, but when I saw her… the time froze and I was paralyzed. However, it was like I remembered who I used to be and I could feel it taking over my senses. Then the battle started and so I made a decision… For now I'll suck up all my feelings for Claire."
"You have feelings for both of them."
"Yana is pregnant… I don't care if she's married now, but I need to know if that child is mine."
"But what about your feelings for her? Will you suck it up?"
End of Flashback
The attraction still lingers. Damn it! That foul-mouthed woman still makes me laugh and feel things. Damn it! Things were simpler back then when we were both free. I wasn't supposed to feel this way. The therapist had suggested me to face Yana mentally first and then Claire suggested me to confront her. This is so weird. I don't feel the gap we had between us. I know things are changed, but I feel comfortable just like the last time when I wasn't broken… This is so wrong, she's married now! I know there's divorce, but I always knew she had feelings for Nico even though she was still hurt because of him. I thought she just got involved with me out of spite.
We spent a short time, but it was a very intense one. It was long enough for me to learn how to read some of her reactions, as a matter of fact, she had always been transparent about her thoughts and reactions, yet keeping her real feelings a secret. A transparent woman full of secrets. Is that possible?
That's one of her differences from Claire. Claire didn't hide her feelings so much, she was good in keeping her reactions under control like earlier. I know I hurt her, but I know she will be okay, she's emotionally strong. While Yana is a mess… like me now.
TPOV
Yana lifted a bit her top so Piers could feel better their son moving. His touch was still warm and gentle like she remembered. She read every line on his face, his contagious smile, the excitement when their son seemed to be corresponding to his touch as if he recognized his progenitor by kicking stronger and moving more. Piers talked to the unborn with a smile from ear to ear until the man looked up at her and their eyes met for real for the first time after so long for eternal few seconds.
She swallowed and his smile seemed to fade a little bit. Both were aware there was a line between them that they couldn't cross.
Tears formed in her eyes, "Fucking hormones!" she murmured stepping away as she wiped her tears
Piers giggled after her words, "I'd better leave now." He said after clearing his throat
"Yeah, you should!" she replied impulsively giving him her back and headed to the door
She definitely couldn't hide her reactions and inevitably that made him laugh a bit, "We'd better get used to it. It's going to be our new routine from now on." He spoke as he headed to the doorway
"So you are really decided to be his father?"
"Of course!"
"What about Claire? Will you tell her you have a son with somebody else?"
"Don't worry about her, she already knows."
"She knows? Did you tell her about us?"
"Yes, I had to."
"You HAD to? It was all just an adventure… that got me pregnant, but…yeah, right. She would have to know…"
"Is that what we mean to you? Just an adventure?"
"No, my son is not an adventure! He's very real!"
"I'm not talking about him, but us… you and me."
"Piers, I'm married now!"
"So?" he spoke lifting his brows
"So? You are about to be a part of my life for the rest of my life while I'll be married to Nico. My son will have two fathers when I'll be in the middle of all this! Me liking it or not, you will be a subject between me and him!"
"Yeah, I know. But I'm not talking about the future."
"I don't want to talk about this! The past… whatever we had, had a fruit, our son, and that's all that matters. Congratulations if you told your girlfriend everything and didn't use the word adventure, but I'm married now!"
"Do you love him?"
Yana gasped, "What? What kind of question is that?"
"A simple question, do you love Nico?"
"I'm married to him! You know I always had feelings for him!"
"I love Claire, but I'm in love with you. That would be my simple answer and that wasn't fair to her because if you're with someone and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruelest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you they're only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can't give her your whole heart, then don't you dare hold it hostage."
"…" That was all what mute and taken aback Yana could do with her shocked expression
Piers watched the redhead's reaction after so much resistance to answer his question. He watched her confusion, her surprise. There was nothing else for him to say on the matter. He respected her decision, but he needed to be clear with her too, after all, she was the reason of his mess in his love life. He didn't want to be mean, but he wanted her to know that for him they weren't just an adventure. Claire knew it wasn't just an adventure. Nico gave signs that for him it wasn't an adventure either and Yana… Well, Yana was Yana.
He grabbed the door handle and opened the door, "I'm sorry for getting you pregnant. I know you never wished for that." he said passing by her with an apologetic tone
"None of us never wished for any mess…"
Piers nodded still with his back at her, "Yeah" he sighed, "But in the end there was a good thing in all the mess." He spoke turning around to face her and touched her belly, "Kyan" he smiled proudly
"Kyan?"
"That's my suggestion for his name." he smiled softly
Piers' touch still had effect on her and consciously or unconsciously, she couldn't tell, her left hand met his'. Passed a few seconds she smiled faintly at him.
"I'm sorry for messing you up…" she spoke with a hoarse
Piers gave her a single nod, "Keep me updated on our son's progress. In March I will fly to London for his due, unless he comes earlier." He said releasing his hand from her touch and belly
Yana nodded in agreement feeling the cold post his warm touch.
"Take care." The man spoke warmly turning around once again, passing by the door
"You too…" she replied with a faint voice, watching him close the door.
Soon after, she started feeling very dizzy and an unexplainable pain in all of her body. She rushed to the door and screamed for Piers' name in hope he would still be in the corridor. She felt as if she was getting a panic attack, a tremendous fear making her kneel on the ground.
She took her cellphone and called Piers in despair telling him to return immediately and then she called Evana asking her to come home right away.
It didn't take long for Piers to show up in the corridor and come to her aid.
"What's wrong?" he asked in concern
"Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it!"
Piers helped her walk to the couch, not leaving her side by any minute.
Laureen's POV
I couldn't tell you
Why she felt that way
She felt it everyday
I couldn't help her
I just watched her make
The same mistakes again
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems
Don't know where she belongs
Where she belongs
She wants to go home, but nobody's home
That's where she lies, broken inside
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside
Open your eyes
And look outside
Find the reason, why (why)
You've been rejected (You've been rejected)
And now you can't find
What you left behind
Be strong, be strong now
Too many too many problems
Don't know where she belongs Where she belongs
She wants to go home, but nobody's home
That's where she lies, broken inside
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside
Her feeling, she hides
Her dream, she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's falling behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's falling from grace
She's all over the place
She wants to go home, but nobody's home
That's where she lies, broken inside
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes broken inside
She's lost inside, lost inside (Nobody's Home – Avril Lavigne)
Flashback
She was older than me, she didn't have kids and a fit body. Her stomach was probably flat and unscarred. I bet she liked to wear high heels even during the day. My thoughts swirled out of control. I was transported to the times my future ex-husband disappeared on weeklong work trips or business dinners every other night of the week.
The feelings I'd tried so hard to overcome surged back, feelings of being unwanted, unloved, and unlovable.
I wiped the palms of my hands along the sides of my workout pants. Up and down. Up and down. "Breathe, Laureen. Breathe." I coached myself, "In and out. In and out. It's all you need to do"
I heard the blood pulsing. I felt the thumping of my heart. I pushed my tongue up hard against the roof of my mouth, a trick I learned recently in an assertiveness-training course. I pushed harder until my throat hurt.
"I got this" I told myself, "Scared is good. It's ok. It's ok."
I could feel my heart rate start to steady as I continued facing the pictures of her alone and her with Chris. In an instant, I'd taken in all the details: her icy blue eyes, her full smile, shiny long platinum blonde hair and perfect manicured nails. She didn't seem to wear fancy clothes, but always looked feminine and seductive even not wearing slutty clothes. Yet she had that sweet look, that kind of face. The face of a good girl, which, was the perfect trap for men to get enchanted by her looks despite her profession.
In one of the pictures, Chris looked at her the same way he used to look at me when we started dating.
I felt a strong pain in my chest remembering the old me who had that man just for me even though he never said those words, those magical words. "I love you" in 8 fucking years!
Did he ever say that to his mistress? Did he really love her?
The critical point was in a recent picture. Chris and the very pregnant bitch…
Memories of Noah and of the best 6 months we ever had. The period that I was sure that man really wanted to stay with me and showed his most nurturing and loving side after so long into a relationship full of on and offs.
That period I really loved him for who he was and not for what I could get from him. He had already given me everything I wanted, a family - a family with him.
Noah… I whispered as the tears cored on my face
I lost everything I ever wanted and when you don't have anything else to lose after having lost everything, you really reach the bottom of the abyss and there anything can happen…
End of Flashback
TPOV
Evana couldn't help but feel extremely terrified of Chris's wife, who had just kidnapped her. She knew completely well that the brunette on the driver seat didn't have a normal mental constitution. Just because she was smiling and humming a random tune now, it didn't mean that she wouldn't get violent in the next minute. The way she snatched her phone and threw it on the ground was a glimpse of how enraged she can be, not mention her carrying a gun.
It was quite difficult to stay calm and think straight in this situation but knowing that stress could be harmful to Charlotte, Evana tried her best to stay calm and not do anything that would lead Laureen to harm her or her baby. Laureen's car entered a residential area and she briefly turned to look at Evana and smiled brightly at her.
"We are home!", Laureen told her in a sweet tone and yet a somewhat insane smile on her face, as she pulled up her car in the garage of a big two stories house.
Evana's panic level rose, as Laureen got out of the car and rounded off to get her out of the backseat as well. She almost dragged her to the house, and Evana didn't put up too much of a resistance because she didn't want anything to risk her baby's life, which was already in peril. Laureen unlocked the door and then grabbed her arm firmly leading her inside the house. She pulled the pregnant woman up the stairs towards a room on the first floor at the end of the hallway. She unlocked and almost pushed Evana inside, locking the door from outside.
Evana ran to the window, unlocking it, and realized she couldn't scream to ask for anyone's help. The house was in the middle of a vast land and she couldn't even spot any neighbor house nearby. She could see that was a millionaire house, with a big pool, recreation area and an area that resembled a training camp. The house didn't seem to be abandoned, besides all the broken things in the living room area. Her fear didn't allow her to see more details of the house. She looked down studying the height in thought of a way out, but she couldn't really jump in such advanced pregnancy. She was at the mercy of that crazy woman.
She turned to face the bedroom, noticing a crib, a TV rack, an armchair and baby décor. Her attention was caught by the wall full of pictures of a baby boy alone, with Laureen, with Chris and then she noticed the name Noah on the wall near the crib. Inside the crib, there was a funeral urn. Evana's eyes widened when she heard the door being unlocked.
Nico carried the heavy loads into the service elevator that seemed to be waiting for him. He didn't think of waiting for Evana since she could take the other elevator. He put the loads on the ground and unlocked the apartment's door. He couldn't help his displeased face seeing Yana lying on the couch resting her head on Piers' lap. He couldn't help to think the worst of those two.
"Where's Eva?" Yana asked in concern taking the sitting position
"She might be waiting for the elevator." Nico replied in a single tone
"You left her behind after knowing she saw a car following you!" Yana scolded him
"The car stopped following us! I checked before parking the car here." He replied disliking her tone in front of her lover
"She's taking too long to come home…" the ginger spoke starting to feel sick again
"You know she likes to chat with the doorman sometimes."
Piers couldn't hold himself listening to their argument, "Wait a minute, was there a car following you?"
"Eva thought that, but lately she's paranoid with many things since Stan invaded her house…" Nico replied
"She's not paranoid! Chris has a crazy wife that can do any harm to her!" Yana yelled out
"A crazy wife that hadn't even showed up. Did you see anything strange since we arrived?" Nico couldn't help the incredibility in his tone
"Don't talk to her like that; she's right thinking that way! Her silence can be a big problem!" Piers stood in front of Yana staring seriously at Nico
Nico stared back at Piers, he didn't like being confronted by his wife's lover, but for her sake, he sighed heavily ending the argument.
"What car did Evana think was following you?" Piers asked
"A red one." Nico replied
"A red one!" Piers repeated in astonishment
"Yeah."
"What type of red car? Brand?" Piers asked taking his cellphone
"A mini-cooper." Nico replied
"Dammit!" Piers murmured dialing Chris's number, "Call Evana and see if she answers. She's really taking too long to return and if she doesn't answer, call the police immediately!"
"She said she had sent messages to Jill and Leon." Nico commented
"Jill and Leon are out of town!" Piers replied
"Oh my god! She's not answering." Yana spoke starting to get in panic again
"Dammit, Chris is not answering either!" Piers murmured
Yana started giving signs of fainting. Nico and Piers aided her.
7PM
Chris was leaving the meeting room when he turned on his cellphone after a long and boring meeting. He saw his personal secretary running to his way as he heard several alerts in his cellphone one after another.
His ears could not believe her words and without any second thought, he hurried away to the rescue of his beloved fiancée from Laureen's power.
Laureen entered the room carrying a laptop, a cup of tea and a knife on her waist. Evana didn't lose track on Laureen's moves. She thought of escaping the room, but the gap was too small and surely Laureen could reach her, after all, being very pregnant reduced her agility. Laureen locked the door and kept the keys with her, finally turning to look at the blonde after turning the laptop on and opening the surveillance cameras system.
"Let's see how long they will take to get here." The brunette spoke with a mischievous smile
Evana remained in silence
"So you're the bitch!" Laureen spoke with a very serious face, "It's a pleasure finally meeting you!" she said walking in the direction of the TV and turned it on alongside the dvd player
Evana watched the brunette, not losing any move from her and keeping herself as much calm as she could
"This is my favorite channel." Laureen commented randomly
Evana looked at the screen, seeing the video rolling. Laureen watched it emotional, but not losing track of Evana. Laureen paused in the moment when it was shown her and Chris holding a baby as a happy family.
"This is my family. A happy one." Laureen spoke wiping a tear from her face as she grabbed the knife, "That boy is a true Redfield! A brave one! Conceived with a lot of love, not a seed of sin. Noah is not a seed of a sin of lust and doom! He's a seed of love!" she raised her voice staring at the blonde, "He came naturally when I gave up becoming a mother! I dreamt so much and nothing never happened, always getting me frustrated thinking I didn't deserve to have a family with the man I Loved! Frustration after frustration until I stopped wishing for it! I stopped planning… That's when my son came! He was supposed to be our beloved son!" the brunette yelled out close to Evana who listened to her without taking her eyes from the knife
"And you are taking that from me! you've taken the chance for me and MY husband to start over new because when he returned, he was already enchanted by the devil! You are the devil!" the brunette spoke pointing the long knife to Evana, "You Whore!" she shouted
"I thought you were better! But No! My husband is leaving me for a Prostitute! That has no value! The scum of society! Mundane, lascivious. A cheap seductress full of sins, scumbag that has given it all to so many people! That's what whores do, isn't it? Receive payment for several partners, the more the better! Right? Prostitute!"
Evana stared at the enraged woman. Those insults weren't new for her. she had listened to it for over a decade, but back then she put her head down when she was cursed, ashamed, embarrassed of her fate. Back then she really believed she had no value besides giving her own body to lascivious desires of people in charge of money. She was obligated to isolate herself from society for being so dirty and corrupted. Laureen at that moment just represented what everybody else, with few exceptions, thought of her despite the orgies day were gone, yet she was still Stan's favorite whore. However, Chris showed her they were all wrong and blossomed in her a stronger Evana, freed from the mud and dark past, proud of the person she was becoming now. Unshaken by the curses of a broken and sick person, that maybe could be right in feeling betrayed as a wife, but the first one to blame for her own misery.
"You seem to understand a lot about prostitution world…" Evana couldn't help her sarcasm
"Don't need to be genius to figure it out." Laureen rolled her eyes
"You think I feel offended by your adjectives? They're like music to my ears. I was a prostitute, but you are no different from me. What turns someone into a prostitute is not the quantity of people they bed, but the financial intention behind it. You married for money and status. Your love has a price!"
"To want the man you love to go higher is a slut idea? The values are too inverted these days…" Laureen replied with sarcasm
"If you really loved him, you wouldn't been trying to do everything to break him."
Laureen smirked, "Slutty and foul-mouthed… I still don't know what Chris Redfield saw in you! You're not that much of a big thing or maybe it's just because he likes you because you're a slut that can satisfy his most sordid wishes for free, such as doing other women while he watches, threesomes or orgies…" Laureen spoke mischievously, "He's just enchanted by the news of the things. Let's see you in 8 years from now… and you cannot really complain about the day he cheats on you with someone else… Now that he's corrupted…" she left the sentence purposely in hang
Evana shrugged
"You just want his money! The status! The American dream!"
"I think you are saying it for yourself…"
"What bitch? I'm not a whore like you!"
"I'm not the one taking all of his money and more…"
"A free prostitute? Don't make me laugh!" the brunette spoke in sarcasm
"I don't need his money to have a future. Different of you…" Evana replied
Laureen leaned down pointing the knife on Evana's belly, "What about his supposed child? Are you even sure it's his? My son was surely his, can you see that?" she spoke pointing at the pictures on the wall
"DNA tests exist for that." Evana replied and noticed some cops in the security cameras around the house
"A prostitute dreamer of a family. Pathetic!" Laureen smirked and then slapped Evana on the face
Evana punched Laureen's face with her left hand and then pushed her away so she could have time to grab the funeral urn from the crib.
"Now you will lose your child too!" Laureen turned around furiously to try to attack Evana, but immediately paralyzed widening her eyes when she saw the blonde carrying the urn.
"NOAH!" Laureen screamed in despair
"Do you want him back?"
"Yes I do! Please, leave him out of this! I didn't do anything to your baby."
"You kept me hostage!"
"I just wanted to talk… from wife to mistress - Woman to woman. Tell you to give him a message. Please… Leave him out of this."
"Put the knife away or I throw him on the floor." Evana said threatening to turn the urn
Laureen had a terrified expression, "No Evana, please. You are a mother too, you wouldn't harm a baby."
"You were about to kill mine just like you did to your own!" Evana shouted
Laureen started having spasms attack, letting the knife fall on the ground as she covered her face, "That moment always in my mind... etched in over and over... again... again...It's my fault...His fault… I knew... I couldn't... I'm sorry… Noah…" she spoke to herself
"Give me the keys Laureen."
"Sammy… What? Tell her what? Let her leave? No!" Laureen spoke tormented
"Let me go and I give you Noah." Evana demanded
"NOAH!" Laureen screamed in despair, "Give me my son back!" she shouted taking the knife on the ground
"SOMEBODY HELP!" Evana shouted in despair looking at the laptop screen and then opened the urn lid in an attempt to stop Laureen to get closer to her
Laureen noticed the laptop screen and saw the cops in the house, "Just give me my son!" she said throwing the knife away to her back
Chris entered his old house with the police. He couldn't help but notice all the objects in the living room were broken. The huge TV, glasses shattered all over the ground, of the dining table's glass, cabinets, expensive decorative objects that Laureen insisted on buying. Everything was a mess, he could imagine that wasn't the only place in the house where it seemed to have passed a tornado. He could hear from afar Evana and Laureen's screams.
Some cops walked ahead of him in the direction to the upper floor and prepared themselves when they heard running footsteps in the hallway and a blonde woman climbing down the stairs in a hurry.
"Noah! Noah!" the brunette followed her in screams
Chris watched the whole scene at a good distance as if in slow motion. Evana running holding her belly as fast as she could, coming to his direction while Laureen ran after her screaming their son's name holding a small object. Chris's eyes widened the moment he saw Laureen stumble and fall down the stairs as the urn broke and the ashes of Noah spread all around.
Chris hugged crying Evana, consoling her and giving her and their daughter all his support, while one of the cops aided devastated Laureen who tried to grab the ashes in her hands.
Chris kept his emotional composure, but it hurt immensely in his inner to see the ashes of his late son like that. He could understand Laureen's pain at that exact moment. After checking on Evana, he still pitied the brunette woman. She definitely knew how to piss him off and get him furious, but still he just couldn't hate her.
He watched the cops lead her outside. When she passed by him and they exchanged gazes, she smiled softly at him, "It's in our bedroom" she spoke to him
"What?" he frowned in confusion replying to her
The brunette just smiled and was led to the police car.
Thank you Xaori, HerpDerp, silver scropion and DerrickValore for the reviews. :D
Special thanks to Jenna for helping me with just 3 paragrahps xD but specially for listening to my babble on the chapter and story.
Xaori, my girl, hearts for you my dear. I didn't spoil that much this time xD
Derrick, I so understand you. I must tell you Laureen has been a challenge for me, but that's good! Laureen still has some extra cards xD
Scropion, you made me laugh with the detective thing, I agree at some point that he could had found Chris earlier, but we should take in account that Laureen gave him many more info about his previous whereabouts than the rest of BSAA had back then. I remembered that detail just later xD
Herp, I never watched that novela you said, but Laureen has inspiration from Teresa (novela) and Támara (el privilegio de amar) xD and now I remembered I was supposed to check on those characters you said :D
OMG I almost couldn't write this chapter, I needed a lot of soundtracks, a lot of emotional to try to portray in words what I wanted from the climax of the story, I'm not sure if I made it. I know things can always get better, but in this chapter I was taken completely out of my comfort zone. Dizzy emoticon.
Thank you everybody for all the support. I love your comments and your patience with me. I hope this was an enjoyable chapter. There were some script changes and that was good for the sake of the story as a full.
It's not the end yet. See you soon!
Have a good rest of weekend. :D