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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 14:10:41 GMT -5
Part 10: FF# 72
Emily tilted her head back against the elevator wall, taking comfort in it’s ability to hold her up without having to put any effort, she inhaled a deep slow breath and ignored the familiar wheezing sound that always accompanied such an action. She dug her, now steady hands, into the front pockets of her large baggy gray sweatshirt and silently thanked her mother for sitting with Elizabeth for two hours while she rested and fed her habit. Of course she would never express her gratefulness in words or let her mother know that when she promised no harm would befall her long lost best friend that she actually did believe her.
The elevator came to an antagonizing slow squeaky stop earning a loud huff from Emily. The doors slowly squeaked open to reveal a middle aged woman in a wheel chair holding a new born baby accompanied by two teenage candy stripers. The three ladies giggled and cooed at the new born in the new mother’s arms as they entered the hospital wheelchair.
Emily didn’t even try to muffle her loud snort; sure he or she was cute now but give that little monster a couple of years. She was pretty sure no one would be fumbling and cooing over the soon to be horrifying spoiled brat. Plus, this town and the country was severely over crowded, was it really in need of another person who would just add to pollution, the over crowded school system and not to mention that traffic was bad enough. She could just picture the little monster 16 years from now on the road, and either driving like a maniac causing accidents on a yearly basis or driving so turtle slow causing back up for miles. And her! She could picture her being stuck waiting for the accident caused by that, oh so precious baby, to be cleared or worst being stuck driving behind him or her when she had a bad case of diarrhea and he or she driving as if they were in no hurry to get where they needed to while she was shitting in her pants! Shit! She could see it now, feel the anger and annoyance now!
This world sucks! People, in general, suck!
The elevator came to a stop on the 4th floor, Elizabeth’s floor and Emily sure as hell couldn’t get out of that crowded elevator fast enough. As she passed by the little monster, who was sleeping against his mothers bosom, she wondered if she should shoot him a middle finger, for all the crap he had already done to her in her mind. But she decided against it, there would more time for that sooner or later she was sure of that.
Emily tilted her head down as she walked toward Elizabeth’s hospital room, her pitch black hair acting like a curtain. Hiding that permanent frown from the cheerful nurses and candy strippers.
“Emily” Monica called out to her daughter as she walked into the hospital room.
“Any changes?” Emily asked as her eyes immediately zeroed in on Elizabeth’s sleeping form.
“Things got pretty bad right after you left” Monica informed her daughter truthfully but before Emily could even think of panicking she smoothed her fears away, “But she bounced right back, quiet drastically as a matter of fact” she offered her daughter a flash of her perfectly white teeth, “She’s doing really good Emily”
Emily sighed softly and slumped down in the hospital chair that seemed to be melting to her form, “Good”
Monica pinched her lips together and formed her famous fake smile, the one that always appeared in Emily’s presence. It had been years since she knew what to say to the girl, how to act around the girl. With Emily it was always a lose lose situation when it came to her. She just didn’t understand her and feared she never would, “Emily” she sighed softly, “I hate to tell you this but it’s our duty to inform Elizabeth’s parents of what has happened to her”
Emily’s dark brown eyes snapped open, “What?” she questioned through clenched teeth, “Don’t tell me that you called that old Bit-“
“Emily!” Monica cut her daughter’s description of Martha Webber quickly, “We are in a hospital!”
“And I don’t give a flying shit!” Emily shook her head as she shouted at her mother, “Can’t you just break the damn rule for once!”
“No” Monica spoke to her daughter in smooth and calming manor, hoping that it would be contagious.
“Too bad” Emily sneered, “But what could I expect, you have always been one to never want to break the rules” she snorted loudly, “Too bad because your missing out on a lot of fun”
“Like you?” Monica questioned through raised sandy brows, “You’ve always been one to break the rules. Do you have a lot of fun Emily? Because it doesn’t seem like you do” Monica shut her eyes tightly and pressed her dry lips together, “You know what? Forget about it. What ever you say Emily is always right and I’m always wrong” She just wasn’t in the mood for another screaming match with her daughter so this was her way of dealing with bitter Emily, “Has Jason stopped by or called?” Monica changed the subject as quickly as possible.
Emily snorted loudly accompanied by rolling her eyes, “Don’t make me piss in my pants from laughter Monica”
“Give your brother a brea-“
“Give me a brake” Emily shot back as she leaned her head against the back of the large hospital chair, “Why can’t I smoke in here?” she noticed her hands beginning to quiver from the lack of nicotine once again, “I just don’t understand”
“It’s a hospital Emily”
“And I have a sever addiction Monica”
Monica shook her head slowly and decided just to give up, “I got to go” her blue eyes drifted toward Elizabeth’s peaceful sleeping form, “Just know that she is improving”
Emily didn’t even acknowledge her mother as she left the hospital room. She even waited to speak before Monica’s hearable footsteps were silenced by the chatter of the nurses who stood outside.
Emily leaned her upper body forward, resting her propped elbows on Elizabeth’s bed. Her dark brown eyes took in the Elizabeth’s now pink cheeks and she almost smiled. Emily would have too if it wasn’t for the fact that Martha, the wicked witch of the east was flying on her broom heading straight for Port Charles. And soon Emily wouldn’t even be able to watch over Elizabeth, or even get to know her status. With that in mine she sighed loudly, decided to take advantage of the time she had left and began to speak, “Hello Elizabeth”
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Little Elizabeth sucked on her full bottom lip while she contemplated how to get Becca out of this slump. All the girl did was lie on the dusty, once dark red couch, and look up at the ceiling. If it wasn’t for a small whimper escaping her lips now and again she would have thought the older lady was sleeping with her eyes closed. Was that even possible?
She swung her free hanging feet in a rhythmic back and forth motion. Her heal smacking the front of the desk she sat upon, “Becca” she said her name with a hint of whining in it. And when Rebecca didn’t even blink form the mention of her name she scrunched her nose, feeling very agitated with the girl. She reached for one of her jelly kelly shoes, slipped it easily off of her foot and threw it at the seemingly half dead girl, hitting her right on the leg.
Nothing.
Becca didn’t move, didn’t flinch or didn’t even call her a little shit. Elizabeth jumped off of the wooden desk and walked up to Rebecca. She positioned her face a half an inch away from the quiet woman and shouted as loud as she could, “REBECCA!”
Nothing.
Not even a blink.
She pinched her lips tightly together, her dark blue eyes glaring at Becca through two narrow slits, “You asked for it” she waged her tiny index finger in front of Rebecca’s seemingly vacant open eyes and whispered, “pull my finger”
The moment she finished her odd threat the wind picked up inside the house, the curtains began to dance in the new cool breeze as it slid through the house singing its low eerie moan. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, and heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She opened her mouth to speak but the feeling of arms wrapping around her tiny frame and being lifted off of the floor in a hurried pace caused all words to be forgotten.
Rebecca quickly looked for a place where both she and Elizabeth could hide.
“What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked through the beginnings of panic.
Rebecca’s eyes frantically searched the old abandoned office for a hiding place, her heart pounding against her chest out of fear, “Someone’s in the house”
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Jose Rivera felt the coolness of the trigger brush his fingertip. His clenched jaw began to tick, “I should shoot you” she spoke through clenched teeth, not bothering to hide his distaste for the blond man, “I should shoot one of your toes off so you could go through life being called Ten Toed Morgan”
“You mean Nine Toed Morgan” Francis quickly corrected.
“Shut up Francis!” Jose shouted without taking his eyes off of Jason. Jose took the gun away from Jason’s quickly rising and falling chest, “but I won’t” he offered the blond man his gun back freely, “I think living with your cowardice is punishment enough for you”
Jose felt strong fingertips dig into his should and fought the erg to wince, “Watch it” Francis spoke in a low serious tone and jerked Jose’s body a step backwards, letting the man know exactly where his loyalties lied.
“It’s alright Francis” Jason waived off his loyal friend, “He just doesn’t understand. Doesn’t know what it feels like to love someone so much that your happiness is a measly sacrifice for that person’s well-being.”
Jose smirked at as he contemplated Jason’s comment, he shook his head, “Maybe you’re right, but I’ll tell you one thing. If that was my wife, if Becca was mine and she was stuck in some hospital bed. I’d be right beside her the entire time, holding her hand. Instead of being somewhere else beating the shit out of some punching bag” He shoved his large hands into his black trench coat pockets, “I’ve got a question for you. Do you think Becca would be in the same situation she is now if you would have been there the first time this happened to her. If you would have done your duty as her husband the first time around?”
Jason clenched his teeth together, the word husband had a chilling affect on him, “She would be dead by now if I would have stayed. Some idiot that wanted revenge against me or Sonny would have eventually succeeded in taking her life” he took a step toward Jose, his blue icy eyes shining with rage, “Making sure your wife is safe from harm is the duty of a husband”
Jose smacked his lips loudly and nodded his head, “I see” he smirked at the angry blond man, “And it worked huh” his demeanor and tone dripping with sarcasm, “Because she looks pretty damn safe to me now, looks great right now as a matter of fact. That hospital gown does wonder’s for her complexion” he made a show of batting his thick long black lashes at Jason, “Keep up the good work ‘worlds greatest husband’”
Jason lunged at the Hispanic man while cursing at him furiously. Francis did what he did best and held Jason back, “Stop it!” Jesus! He felt like a teenage girl stopping two men from battling it out for his affections, “You two are assholes!” he shouted with anger and frustration as he held Jason’s strong arms captive.
“You want to hurt me?!?” Jose shouted clearly enjoying watching the blond man struggle in an attempt to rip him from limb to limb, “Or do you want to hurt yourself?” Jose’s words caused Jason’s struggles to cease, “Maybe it’s your own ass you want to kick and not mine” He flashed him a cocky grin, “I got to tell you, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to kick your own ass…I think it would be a wise decision”
“Jose” Francis said his name in warning, his grip lessoning around Jason’s arms for he had completely stopped trying to get at the Hispanic man, “Just leave”
“That sounds like a good idea” He dove his hands into his silky pitch black hair, “And Jason, I think it’s a good idea that you don’t visit Becca” He offered him a cocky grin, “You never know you just might sneeze a little too close to her bed and stop her heart from beating” he began to walk backwards, knowing too well never to turn his back on any man, “I’m done with you” he couldn’t mask his words with fake sarcasm this time. For his statement was true, Jose Rivera was done playing cupid, match maker, band aid or anything else. He was done, done with it all!
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 14:11:06 GMT -5
Part 11: FF# 73
Rebecca held little Elizabeth’s small body firmly against hers, she could feel the little girls heart booming against her chest out of rising fear, her small legs wrapping around her slender hips with incredible strength. The wind inside the old dusty dark mansion picked up, it’s howling painful cry echoed off the walls causing them to tremble from its sad song.
Elizabeth responded to the rising feeling of danger by whimpering loudly in the crook of Rebecca’s neck, she dug her tiny chubby fingers into her protectors chocolate locks, “Becca!” her voice trembling from fear.
Rebecca’s motherly instincts kicked in at the heartbreaking sound of the girl’s whimpers, and how suddenly her neck began to feel the warm moister from the young girl’s tears. She ran toward the large Oakwood desk while cradling the back of Elizabeth’s head against her neck, “It’s going to be ok” she whispered reassuring words to the frightened little girl, but Rebecca knew they were lies. She lifted her foot and kicked the desk’s matching chair away from its rightful spot, creating a perfect little hiding place. She crouched down onto the cold dusty wooden floor and crawled into the small like cave. Elizabeth’s whimpers began grow louder and her vise grip around Rebecca’s shoulder’s strengthened.
“It’s ok” Rebecca tried to smooth the young girl’s cries by rubbing her open palm up and down against Elizabeth’s back. She planted a sweet motherly like kiss against the top of the girls head and began to rock her in a comforting back and forth motion.
And just as quick as it appeared and just as quickly as it strengthened the wind began to die down. The flapping of the thick heavy curtains began to cease, the quivering of the massive walls began to stop and then all of a sudden complete silence hung in the air like a thick and blinding fog.
Little Elizabeth lifted her head away from that comfort spot she found on Rebecca’s neck. Her tearstained face lifted and she swatted away the wild curls that impaired her vision, “is it gone?” she whispered still frightened.
Rebecca pressed her index finger to her lips, silently commanding the girl to be quiet. And when little Elizabeth followed the silent order she realized why. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, at first it sounded like a pile of dead leaves rustling against the wooden floor still dancing in some sort of weak breeze, but it grew louder and no longer did she have to strain to hear it.
Her blue red rimmed eyes grew wider when the shuffling began to near, “Shhhhh” it sounded, then a pause and another, “Shhhhh” Elizabeth scurried her tiny little body right back into the her protectors arms and this time she pressed her ear flat against the woman’s chest. In the hopes that the thumping of her heart would deafen out the terrifying, “Shhhhh” pause and then another, “Shhhhh”
And as it grew louder and louder…closer and closer both of their bodies began to tremble in fear.
“Shhhh” pause and then another, “Shhhh”
Rebecca wrapped her thin arms tighter against the young girl, her mind running rampant with fear, her body in full flight or fight mode as the eerie sound grew too close for comfort. As the sound entered the room, as it moved easily and freely toward the middle of the office and as it made it’s final, “Shhhh” and pause right next to the wooden desk.
Who ever it was, what ever it was came to a complete stop right in front of the desk. It stood there, its shadow playing horror tricks to the eyes of the two girls hiding under the desk.
Little Elizabeth couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the fear, the thick silence and the impending doom. Her blue sparkling eyes brimmed as she watched the dark shadow on the wooden floor play mind tricks. She inhaled a deep breath filling her lungs with all the air it could take and let out a blood curling scream.
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Emily inhaled a deep breath and shouted as loud as possible, “LET GO OF ME!” her arms attempting to squirm there way to freedom. But no matter how hard she fought it wasn’t enough.
Martha Webber’s crooked smile couldn’t be contained as she watched the young girl, that tortured her for so many fears, trying to fight out of the grip of the security guards, “Now if this girl comes back to this hospital room you must call the cops” her dark blue eyes shinned with entertainment, “Anyone who is not accompanied with me is not allowed in this room” She eyed her white gloved hands and beamed on how not one stained appeared on the fine material that decorated her old hands. That new maid they hired was simply a gem, “And please pay attention to this next instruction” her coffee stained teeth shined broke through the surface as she attempted a genuine smile, “If anyone and I do mean anyone comes here claiming to be the husband of my daughter you arrest him at once” she wagged her white linen covered index finger back and forth, “She’s not or as ever been married” Batting her dark thick lashes at Emily in a mocking manor she let out a small chuckle, “Isn’t that right Emily?”
“Fuck you!” the young dark hair girl spat out with venom, “You old bit-“
“Now now now” Martha began to move in an etiquette manor toward Emily, she was nothing if not prim and proper, “Such language” she let out a simple sigh her voice never raising a notch above a whisper, “But then again you were always trash weren’t you Emily?”
Emily narrowed her dark stormy eyes at her long life nemeses, “Maybe I am trash but I rather be trash then be an evil old bi-“The insult died in her mouth when the feeling of Martha Webber’s open palmed hand smacked her cheek. Emily bit down on her bottom lip as the flesh stung with force.
“How dare you call me old!” Martha’s eyes shone with rage, “get her out of my sight right this instant!” She commanded the two rather large security guards.
The moment Emily felt her body being led forcefully out of the hospital room she gathered all the moisture in her mouth and spit a nice loogie right at Martha. She had rather it landed on her face but she settled for tainting the hold hags Channel high heel shoes.
Martha’s eyes dipped down to her favorite pair of shoes, the one’s she bought in Paris on one of the family’s many summer vacations. She swore for years that Jackie O had a pair just like them, “Oh my!” she shouted out of terror, “Some one help me!”
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Emily stumbled out of the main entrance of the hospital doors, she cursed loudly as the security guards finally let go of her arms. One shoved her large handbag into her now free hands and warned with seriousness, “Don’t come back here again”
Emily struggled to get balance before they reverted back into the safety of the hospital doors; she had hoped to be able to at least punch one of them in their fat guts. But when she finally had full control they were well on their way back into the hospital lobby. She quickly ran up to the glass doors and banged her hands wildly against them.
When the two middle aged security guards turned to face her she offered them one of her famous grins, shot them the bird and mouthed the words, ‘Fuck you’. But to all her efforts of upsetting the two bastards they chuckled at her antics, turned and left.
Emily cursed under her breath as she slid the strap of her large handbag over her shoulder, she began to stalk into the parking lot, “Stupid old hag!” she shouted into the midnight air in hopes that the wind would carry it right into the face of crazy old Martha Webber. Emily didn’t even get to spend five moments with Rebecca…eh….Elizabeth….Whatever! She didn’t get to spend five minuets with her friend until that old witch came barging into the hospital ordering everyone around. Of course they all obeyed the old hag’s orders because with lots of money came power, “You need to get laid that’s what you need you old hag” Emily stalked toward the parking lot with speed, anger receding from her persona with every step she took. She only slowed down her speed for just a moment when she shoved her hand into the bag in search of her cigarettes. After that encounter she needed one badly. While in search for the white box that held her addiction her fingers grazed cool medal, her frown deepen when she couldn’t place the object in her purse. Pulling it out of her bag she came to a complete stop, “A screw driver?” she questioned the object as it fully escaped the confining material of her handbag, “What the hell?” she raked her brain for the logic of the house hold tool in her hand. When did she shove that in there?
You want me to shove this screw driver up your ass!
Ahhhh now she remembered, she started carrying it around with her after a run in with Lucky Spencer. The idiot wouldn’t stop asking her out on a date, but once she threatened him enough times with the silver tool in her hands he got the point.
Emily was about to shove it back in her purse when the moon’s light glared off of the steel, the light bouncing off of the tool and reflecting in her eyes would give anyone the impression that a demon had just possessed her soul. Well…..it would give that impression to someone who didn’t know her, others knew that the demon had been alive and well inside of her for years.
Her hand gripped the plastic handle of the screwdriver; her dark brown eyes began to search the hospital parking lot for that ever so famous Jaguar Martha drove for years. An evil grin possessed her lips as she remembered the elderly woman’s irrational fondness of that stupid car. When her eyes fell upon the silver car with the plate that red “Queen W” standing for Queen Webber she let out a sinister chuckle.
Let’s see how good the Queen was at changing tires.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 14:11:36 GMT -5
Part 12: FF#: 75
Suffocation…the feeling of suffocation, the inability to breath was a terrifying experience. To suck in warm, smooth, sweet air and feel that it just wasn’t enough…that it was just never enough.
Jason pressed his damp forehead against the cool concrete ledge of the park bridge and just tried to breath. His fingertips turning a shade of yellow as he pressed it into the hard concrete, as he hunched his body over, as his chest rapidly rose and fell.
Comfort….the feeling of warm delicious comfort was now foreign to him, it had been for so long. This bridge…..this bridge brought him many moments of comfort, it was drenched in over a dozen warm…delicious and …comforting memories. But no longer were they there…no longer were they comforting. This place made him feel empty. …made him realize that for a awhile in his life things were beautiful….in it’s messiness and complication it was beautiful but no longer. Emptiness was the only feeling left and that was suffocating. And suffocation was indeed a terrifying experience.
“wh…what do you want?” the words ragged due to the lack of breath. He didn’t have to look up at her, to look into that beautiful face to know that the moonlight was dancing in her midnight blue eyes.
“To know that I’m loved for me, to know that someone out there loves me for my imperfections, for my clumsiness and distaste for refinement. To know I’m adored a hundred percent for what I am, rather than what I could and should be”
Jason’s bottom lip trembled as that familiar voice…the voice he waited up nights praying just to hear rang in his ears. He struggled to stand up straight, struggled to fight the tears from spilling onto his warm cheeks. His massive shoulders that eluded strength and power quivered like those of a frightened child.
He loved her, no one could ever love her the way he did. And even though Jason was never the type of man to express those feelings of love in words she knew it. Elizabeth always knew it. Knew that his feelings were in the soft caresses, in the long lasting kisses, the comforting silence, chuckling at her horrible attempts at being humorous, pretending to enjoy nothing else but one of her terribly home cooked meals….climbing into a warm bed with her and pressing that warm delicious body to his side….for the purpose of finding comfort in her warmth….finding peace in the rhythm of her heartbeat. Elizabeth Webber got what she wanted out of life, got someone to adore her a hundred percent just the way she was and always would be, loved for her faults and beauty. She got Jason Morgan.
He licked his quivering bottom lip, cursing his tears for blurring the vision of her face…..his vision, his illusion. Illusion…..he had to remember that, remember this was all because of him, remember she wasn’t actually there and that this was his minds cruel joke.
“What do you want, Jason?”
But she looked so real…sounded so real…..but wasn’t, “I…I just want you to know who I am”
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Little Elizabeth couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the fear, the thick silence and the impending doom. Her blue sparkling eyes brimmed as she watched the dark shadow on the wooden floor play mind tricks. She inhaled a deep breath filling her lungs with all the air it could take and let out a blood curling scream.
A large gasped followed the shout of terror expelled by the little girl, “Hey!” the angry word vibrated through the dark eerie room, “Are you trying to make an old woman soil herself!”
Rebecca’s eyes snapped open, her death grip around little Elizabeth’s tiny body loosened a bit. Her full lips slightly parted as she found herself staring up into the face of an elderly woman. Her hair was white, thin and short. The woman’s face let everyone know just exactly the amount of time she had spent on earth. But her brown soft warm eyes sparked with youth, with spirit and life, “Don’t make me bend down to get a good look at the two of you’s. I’m scared I might never be able to stand up again”
Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her eyes taking in the woman with careful detail and it wasn’t until she was sure that Elizabeth and she were fully safe did she follow the elderly woman’s suggestion. She slowly came to a full standing position, placing both of her hands firmly on Elizabeth’s tiny shoulders. The woman’s presence was confusing for many reasons but what was really getting Rebecca was her appearance. The woman just stood there, seemingly comforted with the silence, a smile spreading on her pale thin lips as she looked down at Elizabeth’s young face. Dressed in a housedress, white with thin purple stripes from top to bottom. Her feet covered in worn-down, light blue fuzzy bedroom slippers.
“Who…who are you?” It took Rebecca a moment to realize that it was in-fact her who had asked the question.
The elderly woman’s kind brown eyes slowly took in Rebecca’s face, “My dear” she announced sweetly, “Don’t ask stupid questions” she clapped her hands together, her fingers brittle with age, the back of her hand covered with brown liver spots, “Now, If one of you could point me in the direction of the kitchen it would be greatly appreciated” Her eyes sparked with the excitement of anticipation, “I bet it’s just lovely”
Rebecca drew her brown brows together as her mind asked a thousand questions. What was going on? Who the hell was this lady? How did she get here? And so on. She opened her mouth in an attempt to get the answers she wanted badly but realized that her tiny little partner was pointing their new house guest in the direction of the kitchen. She quickly clasped her hand around Elizabeth’s tiny one.
The elderly woman didn’t waste a second before she began to move in the direction of her desire. Her bedroom slippers slid against the wooden floor of the dusty old mansion. Recreating that eerie “Shhhhh” pause and another, “Shhhhh” sound with every slow step.
Rebecca just shook her head as she realized the sound that was scaring the crap out of her was the shuffling of this little old lady’s extremely slow steps.
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Why did he ache to see her cry? Why did he yearn to see stains of tears upon her porcelain cheek? Was it because he wanted to the illusion that she was real to be increased? Did he want her to feel as lost, lonely and as sad as he did? He wasn’t sure if there was one answer or a combination of many, the only thing he did know was that those tears….were never going to come.
“I don’t think I can handle this”
Her head tilted to the side, worry lines appearing on her forehead. She always gave him that look when she was worried. He knew that look was always accompanied by statements of his job, request of decreasing the time, being more careful and so on. He loved that look, liked feeling that she cared about him, worried about him.
“It’s so hard to move on” He felt the warmness of his tears upon his cheeks, “Do you know that I would give anything just to touch you once. To feel your warmth for just one second”
Of course she wouldn’t answer, she wouldn’t answer because she wasn’t Elizabeth and it was a cruel fact. No matter how much she wanted her to be, she wasn’t real and never would be. His heart ached as the moonlight illuminated her face, how it shone down on one of natures true beauties, “I grieve so much Elizabeth” his large hands began to quiver, “I grieve so much for you….everything seems so empty without you” his eyes dipped down to the cobble stone beneath his feet, even though she wasn’t real he still didn’t have the strength or the courage to look into her eyes as he made his week omission, “tomorrow seems so empty without you”
A moment of silence passed, a cool night breeze kissed every inch of his exposed skin.
“What was it I use to say?”
He blinked, sending a fat warm tear sliding down his eyelashes.
“Live for tomorrow?”
Jason shook his head, “No” he corrected softly…weakly, “You use to say….Live like there’s no tomorrow, live like you only have today”
“Ah” she exclaimed slightly tilting her head back, “That was it”
Jason rubbed the back of his aching neck, surprised to find a small smile playing on his lips as the memory replayed in his mind, “You told me that on our first date” his blue eyes sparked with the memory, “Told me that was the motto you lived your life by” he chuckled softly, “And that was the reason why you would never give up on me until I finally admitted I was in love with you, no matter how hard I’d try to push you away” he lifted his eyes to meet hers, “you told me you would never give up on me”
A proud smile parted her lips, “And I didn’t”
He nodded his head slowly, “You never did”
“But you did. You have given up on me”
Jose’s words of cowardice reeked havoc in his mind, his mouth felt as if it had been cleaned out with balls of fat cotton, “Yes” he admitted softly, trying his best not to choke on his own words, “I have”
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Little Elizabeth leaned her back against Becca’s body, she looked up in fascination at the new house guest. As the elderly woman’s excited eyes took in the large, abandoned dusty kitchen.
“Oh” her pale thin lips pressed together, “The kitchen is the heart and soul of a home” memories of laughter, of joy entered the woman’s heart, “It’s where everyone is brought together. My favorite thing in the entire world was to cook for my granddaughter and all her friends” she giggled softly, “I’d cook and then we would sit around and talk while they all ate. I lived for the compliments, for the conversations and story of today’s youth. I would pretend to be offended by the modern way they would talk but I loved it….and they new that” She felt a tear drop escape her eyes and quickly swiped it away, “What I would give to be back in that kitchen, to be back at that table and look into those beautiful young faces again” she sighed softly knowing that that would never occur.
Little Elizabeth felt sorrow for the elderly woman, her heart ached from witnessing the sadness on the soft features of her face. She walked slowly up toward the woman and captured one of her hands. Before the Elderly woman could even react to her actions she pressed her soft lips against the back of her hand and planted a sweet kiss.
“Aren’t you sweet” The older woman smiled as she looked down onto her. Elizabeth tilted her head back in order to look into the woman’s eyes and offered her a sweet smile. She lifted her hand to cup Elizabeth’s soft warm cheek, “I think you have somewhere you need to be at this moment”
And Elizabeth knew, knew exactly what she was talking about. She nodded her head in response and slowly backed away.
Something within Rebecca didn’t like the exchange between the two, she quickly reached for little Elizabeth and pulled her back, stepping in front of the young girl in protection, “Not one more word, not one more step. Not until you tell me exactly who you are and why you are here” she crossed her arms over her chest, a sign that she wasn’t going to back down until she received what was wanted.
“I told you who I was”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes at the woman, “No you didn’t”
“Hmmm” she tapped a long thin finger against her chin, “I was sure that I did”
“No” Rebecca took a threatening step toward her, “You did not”
The woman waived her hand in the air, “My apologizes” she said with a charming smile, “I’m Maria and you are…..” her brown eyes shone with anticipation, “Elizabeth Webber”
Rebecca felt her hands begin to tremble, she fisted them in order to stop, “No, I’m not”
“Yes you are”
She shook her head, adamant in claiming what she knew to be true deep within, “I’m Rebecca Webber”
“Uh…No your not and you know you're not”
Becca pressed her full lips together, her eyes narrowing with every silent second that passed, “She, is Elizabeth Webber” she turned to face the small child behind her and found nothing. Her eyes snapped open as a large gasp escaped her body, “Where is she?”
But her question was met with nothing but silence. Rebecca spun around to face Maria, “Where. Is. She?”
Maria took a small shuffling step toward Rebecca and pointed up toward the ceiling.
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 14:12:00 GMT -5
Part 13: FF#: 76
“Where. Is. She?”
Maria took a small shuffling step toward Rebecca and pointed up toward the ceiling.
Rebecca felt her stomach churn, the taste of bile overwhelmed her mouth, “She’s…She’s in…in heaven?” Her legs seemed week, and any moment now she would expect to feel the coldness of the tile floor beneath.
“Heaven?” Maria squinted her brown soft eyes, “No!” she exclaimed with a hint of humor, “She’s upstairs”
Rebecca didn’t waste a moment. She ran out the room, up the stairs taking two at a time and ran down the hall toward the only bedroom door that was wide open. She came to a screeching halt in front of the open door, Rebecca’s eyes snapped open at the vision before her.
At the site of little Elizabeth curled up in the arms of her mother, a younger version of the woman but it was still her. Martha sat in a rocking chair with her six year old daughter contently snuggled up in her arms. Elizabeth reached up toward the woman’s brown locks and began to twirl her fingers in the silky strand.
Rebecca blinked rapidly as her mind registered the vision, the vision of her mother smiling down at the young girl, rocking back in forth in a smoothing tempo and humming a lovely comforting lullaby.
Becca suddenly felt cold, she leaned her body against the frame of the door and wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to achieve warmth. They looked so peaceful, so full of love for one another…..It was beautiful. She found herself aching to be the young girl, aching to feel those hands that seemed to heal all illness and bad thoughts. She longed to feel her mothers touch.
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Martha stalked down the hospital hallway, “Get the damn tow truck over here right now!” she barked into her 300 dollar chrome cellular. She began to curs at the expensive thing when she couldn’t figure out how to successfully hang it up, “Damn!” she announced to all the nurses and orderlies when she gave up and just shoved the high-tech piece of crap in her thousand dollar Prada purse.
Martha Webber was furious and when she was furious heads rolled! Not only did she find out all of her four tires were flat but someone carved a gigantic sperm on the side of her Jag. The damn thing had a huge grin with a wag-ally tale to match! She wasn’t a stupid woman, Martha knew exactly who was the artist of the damn sperm and that little bitch was going to pay. Emily would pay one way or another, she would make sure of that.
A devious smile spread her lips apart, reveling her perfectly straight coffee stained teeth. She walked into Rebecca’s hospital room, the girl was really getting her color back and that was good. She would sit here watching over her daughter and try to come up with a good payback for Miss. Marlboro.
She hummed a small lullaby as she walked up to her sleeping daughter, memories of humming that song to her when she was a small child flooded her senses. Rebecca was a wild child when she was younger, never letting Martha dress her the way she wanted and never acting or behaving the way she should. The way a Webber should, but that changed once the accident occurred. That saying was true, some blessings came to one in disguise.
She walked up to Rebecca’s sleeping form and frowned when she saw a brown strand of hair out of place, “One good thing out of all of this” she announced to the empty room, “Is that you don’t fight me on your hair” She smiled with excitement as she pushed the strand of hair. A daughter in a coma was never a good thing, but she was always proud about the fact that she could always make good out of a bad situation. She took out a comb from her purse and began to comb the sleeping girl’s hair. Finally! She could make her look like the perfect daughter she always wanted without interruption and without being met with refusal.
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Rebecca couldn’t help the tears that were spilling from her eyes onto her cheeks. She found herself crouched up in a ball next to the doorframe. Her blurred vision fixated on the little girl in her mothers arms. Becca found herself aching just to feel Martha’s warmth.
“Now Elizabeth” Martha spoke putting a stop to the smoothing lullaby, “I saw you with Emily today playing out back”
Rebecca pulled her brown brows together in question, “Emily?” The chain smoker from that diner?
“What did I tell you about that girl, Lizzie?”
Little Elizabeth sucked on her bottom lip as she looked up into her mother’s eyes with shame, “I like her” she revealed on a low whisper.
Martha made a ‘tsk’ sound, letting her younger daughter now that she was displeased. She nudged the young girl off of her lap and stood up. The rocking chair creaked from the aftermath of her movement. She walked up to her daughters closet and began to rummage through her perfect dresses. Perfect pink dresses for an unperfected child.
“Elizabeth” her name was spoken on a sigh, “You need to try harder, you need to try harder in making me proud” she ran her fingers through the rack of fine material, “You have to measure up”
Rebecca’s lips parted, the warm tears that were filled with affection toward her mother began to dry. She felt her fingernails digging into her own palms.
“Why can’t you be a good girl?”
Becca’s eyes landed on the small child who stood so alone in the middle of the room. Her small slender fingers twisted together, her face downcasted to the pink fuzzy carpet beneath her feet. She stood there in complete silence, in complete alones as her mother’s abusive words spilled from her mouth.
“Why do you always screw everything up, Lizzie? Do you know how much I sacrifice for you? What is your problem? Why are you crying? With everything I do for you, the least you can do is try to be a good girl. You’re simply just not good enough. I’m doing this for your own good. Why are you always crying!?!”
Becca watched in complete silence as the young girl lifted her head, revealing her tear stained face. Her blue brimming eyes connected with Rebecca’s. The pain and sadness radiated off the poor girl right into Rebecca’s heart. Her tears were silent please to make it all end, to make everything all end. Rebecca’s vision began to blur with tears of sadness and understanding. This was her mother, this….woman was her mother and these were the words she grew up with and was still living with.
Little Elizabeth mouthed the words, “Make it stop”
Becca heart stung with pain, “I can’t” she whispered to the little girl, “It won’t ever stop”
“Not until you wise up”
Rebecca didn’t need to look over her shoulder, she knew Maria was standing behind her. The elderly lady placed a comforting hand on her slender shoulder, “It won’t end till you take a stand”
“I can’t” Becca revealed weakly through her tears, “She’s so much stronger than I am, so much braver than I am”
“She’s suffocating you”
“I know”
“Then do something”
“I Can’t”
“Do something”
Becca watched in terrifying silence as little Elizabeth moved toward her, how the young girls tears were an endless stream, as her bottom lip quivered with every movement she made. Elizabeth stood in front of her and outreached her tiny hand. Becca eyed the tiny palm with regret, “I can’t”
“Yes you can” Elizabeth replied through her sniffles, “We can”
“Together” Maria finalized with a small comforting smile.
Becca bit down on her bottom lip as she reached for Elizabeth, the larger hand swallowing the small child’s. She pushed herself to a standing position and before taking a step toward her mother she looked over her shoulder. Blue eyes connecting with soft brown ones for confidence.
“You can do this” Maria encouraged.
Becca gave Elizabeth’s hand a small squeeze as they both in union began walking toward their inner demon.
“You don’t deserve any of the beautiful things I buy for you Lizzie” Martha prattled on the way she usually did.
“Leave” Becca ordered weakly.
Martha spun around, “Excuse me?”
Becca took a small step backwards but Elizabeth held her ground, “She said to leave” the little girl spoke with strength.
“You ungrateful little bastard”
“Hey!” Becca shouted with strength, feeling the fear being replaced by anger, “I said for you to leave!”
Martha Webber placed both hands on her hips, letting her daughter know of her displeasure, “After everything I’ve done for you, after everything I’ve given up for you this…this is how you repay me”
“I love you mother, I always will” Both Becca and Elizabeth took a threatening step toward the elder woman, “But it’s time I let you go….it’s time you’re controlling ways is a thing of the past”
“How dare you!”
Elizabeth squeezed Becca’s hand, both midnight blue eyes connected with one another and in that connection an unspoken plan was made. They both shut their eyes, in haled a deep breath and shouted off the top of their lungs, “Leave me alone!”
When Becca found the nerve to pry her eyes open she smiled at the victory. In union they had casted the witch from the castle. In union they had won the battle. Little Elizabeth giggled with joy, the sound proved to be joyous to Becca’s ears, “We did it” she whispered with amazed joy. It felt as though a thousand pounds had been lifted off of her shoulders, as though a heavy fog had lifted from her brain, “The spell has been broken” Little Elizabeth announced through laughter.
Becca laughed as she picked the small child up off the floor and twirled her in her arms, “Thank you Maria” Becca looked at the doorway, expecting to see the elderly woman but instead found nothing. She placed Elizabeth back on the floor and they booth looked to the empty dusty hallway, “Where is she?”
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“But you did. You have given up on me”
Jose’s words of cowardice reeked havoc in his mind, his mouth felt as if it had been cleaned out with balls of fat cotton, “Yes” he admitted softly, trying his best not to choke on his own words, “I have” Oh no….that was the truth, he had given up on her and not just on Elizabeth but on himself. Jason shut his eyes for a moment in an attempt to make the world stop for just a moment. He had given up on her, he hadn’t honored the vows they had spoken to each other that day they were bind as one. As husband and wife….through sickness and in health.
He had given up on her and the truth of that matter was more than he could ever bare.
“It’s….be…better this way” he attempted to rationalize. But he knew deep down that it wasn’t the truth, that neither of them would be better off in separation. They were both slowly dieing without one another’s love.
“That’s not true” Her soft voice swallowed him whole. His eyelids flickered open, to find no one but himself, all alone. His heart pounded against his chest, the overwhelming feeling of self loathing was so thick he could barely breath. If it was the other way around, if it was him in the hospital Elizabeth would live by his side and no one…no one could take her away from his bedside. And where was he? On a bridge while the woman who owned his heart was fighting for her life, “I am coward” So what if she didn’t know him…is she would never know him again. At least he was there, at least he would try and when his time was up…when it was time for him to leave this world he would know the truth. That he tried.
Jason spent all this time waiting for a second chance that would never come, it would never come because he didn’t deserve it because he didn’t even try for one. Not anymore….he needed to do something and quick. He needed his wife back in his life and Elizabeth needed her husband back in her life. But what could he do?
“Excuse me?”
The foreign voice startled Jason, he swung around to face the intruder.
The elderly woman batted her brown soft eyes at him in an innocent manor, her radiant smile was contagious, “I seem to be lost” she ran her brittle fingers through her short white thin hair, “And I just know you can help me find my way”
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Post by JRK Archiver on Feb 13, 2008 14:12:23 GMT -5
Part 14: FF#: 78
The moon light illuminated the short silk like strands of her white hair. The low howling of the midnight breeze swooshed between the two bodies. The sweet coolness of the soft wind kissed the warm skin on the back of his neck, causing his spine to slightly tremble.
Jason blinked rapidly in an attempt to shake off the unfamiliar feeling, “Whe…what are you trying to find?” his low voice trembled under the cries of the wind. He found himself fighting the urge to wrap his arms around his upper body. This woman made him feel different…weird and the fact that the feeling was indescribable was something Jason didn’t like…didn’t like at all.
The corners of her mouth slowly turned upward, her brown soft eyes glinted in the darkness of night, “My granddaughters apartment” for some reason, unbeknownst to him, Jason felt and undertone of humor in her words. What was so funny? What was so entertaining?
“See…” she took a slow shuffling step toward him, but he didn’t retreat, Jason stood his stance with pride, “I am visiting my grad daughter. I’m from out of town” she continued, “And tonight, for some reason, I decided to take a walk after diner, but I’ve seemed to have lost my way” the woman clamped her brittle fingers together, Jason’s eyes dipped down just in time to see the moonlight highlight the brown liver spots on the back of her wrinkled hands, “she must be so worried” her soft comforting voice broke through the silence of the night, “My granddaughter…I told her I wouldn’t be gone for long, poor thing must be so worried”
Jason’s cold blue eyes slowly rose from the elderly ladies hands, his lips parted to speak, “All the….all the things I should have said…and I never said them” His eyes snapped open at his own words, his head felt light and fogged. Jason felt as if he wasn’t in control of his own words…of his body…of his own mind.
She took another step toward him, her hand slightly reaching for his face in an attempt to sooth him. She knew the sight of fear well, “Shhh” she tried her best to calm him down, the image of his muscular chest rapidly rising and falling as the breaths increased caused her to feel pity, “It’s ok” her soft cold palm connected with the young warm skin of his cheek, “She knew….deep down inside…she has always known” she smiled softly and looked up into his frightened piercing blue eyes, “Sometimes words do not need to be spoken…..sometimes the heart does all the talking and listening”
Jason’s heart pounded against his chest, wondered if she could actually feel the thunderous beats, “There was so much that she needed from me….there was so much I could have done for her…..with her and I didn’t. I didn’t get the chance….It was stolen from me and…and I want them back” he felt his head tilting to the side, leaning into the touch of the elderly woman, “I….should be crying” his words trembled with confusion, with sentiment, with fear of the unknown, “why do I feel like I should be crying?”
“Now…now” her free hand took its rightful spot on the other side of his young handsome face. She cupped it gently with love, “Now is the time for strength….and I know you have a lot of strength left” Jason’s large hands lifted toward his face and with deep affection he rested them on top of the elderly woman’s soft wrinkled hands, successfully trapping them. In complete surprise he found that her touch made him feel nice, made him feel that with the inevitable dawn came a new day…a new future, “Tell me what you want, Jason?”
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Rebecca closed her eyes against the sensation of small fingers running through her brown locks. She rested her open palms against her knees and inhaled a deep breath. It felt nice….it felt nice not to feel so restricted….so trapped. She loved her mother….no matter what the woman was still her mother, even if she wasn’t a good one. But it was time for her to take a stand, time for her to see the manipulations for the evil that they truly were.
“Elizabeth?”
Elizabeth smiled enthusiastically as she tried her best to accomplish the task of making a French braid on Becca’s head, “Ya”
Rebecca dug her nails into her knees, she felt that old and paralyzing feeling of fear rearing it’s ugly head. The one that told her all of this was a lie, the one that whispered deceptions in her ears that claimed her family never did what was obviously clear. Silently she reminded herself that if she was going to have the “I came, I saw and I conquered’ experience with this entire bizarre situation she was going to have to be brave.
She was going to have to admit that Elizabeth didn’t measure up to her family’s standards so when they had the chance to do away with her they did. And Rebecca was born.
“What…what was your…I mean…our….what was our childhood like?”
Elizabeth smiled softly, “It’s fun…well, when I’m with Emily its fun”
“Emily?” Rebecca questioned, “Is…is that your friend”
Little Elizabeth nodded sharply with pride, “My best friend in the entire world”
Could it be that Emily from the dinner? The rude chain smoker? The one that tired to pick her up?
Rebecca cleared her throat loudly, clearly uncomfortable with the notion that it was the same girl, “Tell me about her? Tell me all about it?”
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“Make it go away. I want those stolen moments back….give them back to me…Please? I want to kiss her just once….I want to kiss my wife and for just once I want her to know that the man who is kissing her right back is her husband….I just want her….I want her to know who I am”
Ah, young love….it had been awhile since she had come into contact with it. For sometime she had forgotten the true beauty of it all, “Close your eyes” a command spoken on a soft tone, which was obeyed without hesitation. Jason had a feeling that any command this lady would make would be met with blind obedience.
The cool midnight air increased, the scent of impending rain grew thick and he could practically taste it. It was right on the tip of his tongue.
“Wish for it” the strong breeze made the elderly woman’s soft command swarm around him.
Wish for it
Her hands slowly slipped from his face and that gesture was followed by a small retreating step. She smiled to herself when it was clear that the man before her didn’t notice her movements, “And just maybe when your lips fall upon hers…it will be granted” she chuckled softly, “But don’t wait too long…you should never keep a lady waiting when a kiss is desired…it just might give the wrong impression” she crossed her hand over the small bulging belly and sighed softly, “Young love, it truly is wondrous”
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