Chapter Twenty Nine
The next evening Marianne and Lucy were pacing around the kitchen and living room impatiently waiting for George.“Are you sure he told you that he will be here or was that another lie? What if he has just forgotten about all this?” Marianne kept asking.“You have got to stop with all your negative questions and answers, for real this time”, Lucy answered back.Even though Lucy kept asking Marianne to calm down, she herself, kept opening and closing the curtains to check if George had arrived, she kept checking her phone incase she missed the notification as well.There was always something about the evening that Marianne found confusing, how was it that the most peaceful time of a day would also turn out to be the most risky part as well? Even back when she was a child, she always noticed that most of the arguments between her and her mother usually started in the night time, but since they were both lovers of theChapter ThirtyThe feeling of her heart racing was driving Marianne crazy, her hands trembled so much that if she was asked to hold anything, the object would drop to the floor. She tried to fight back all the terrible things that were running through her mind for the sake of Lucy and George, yet she didn't know if she had to be mad at them too for keeping the news a secret."How could this be? This is a lie! You can't possibly…. " tears ran down from Marianne's eyes and George reached out to try and comfort her,"No! Don't touch me! You knew that this was my father but you never told me, you kept it a secret from me this whole time, and for what!?" She yelled.At that point, Marianne stood up to keep her distance from the man she called a criminal, the man that claimed to be her father."Lucy, why are you so quiet? Tell me that this is a joke, please!""Marianne, I'm just as shocked as you are right now, I had no idea that you were my sister thi
The next day had arrived and Marianne was getting more and more impatient. She tried hard to keep that to herself but not all of it would stay hidden. Lucy noticed that she was stuck between losing hope and having the will to still fight for her daughter.Sometimes, her eyes lit up when she saw more armed bodyguards arrive at Lucy's house. The search was becoming more and more real, nothing like what Marianne thought it was going to be. She imagined that the solution she had in mind would have worked better, easily informing the police about the missing girl and then putting it all over the news and in the newspapers, on posters as well.She imagined that anyone would have called the police back and given them leads to Raphael because he would have been the said suspect. Marianne, at some point, even went to George about it, just so she could understand exactly why he decided to call off her plan."Marianne, do you really think that the detectives under the law are du
"Marianne, how could you let this happen?!" Greg raised his voice at her as if she were a teenager who didn't know what she was doing..."Weren't you on the pill?"Confused as she was, Marianne could not find the words to respond to Greg's ridiculous questions. Honestly, what did he expect from unprotected sexual relations? A dog in a gift box?"Aren't you gonna say something to defend yourself?" Greg insisted that she answered him with a face so angry he'd be capable of harming her.Considering the safety of her daughter and her unborn child, Marianne calmly replied, "I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry.""You better be, we're not having this child, one is enough trouble." He commandedMarianne's heart sank as those words played through her mind, feeling all sorts of emotion in that moment she could not object. All she could do was stare....
"MOM! MOM! MOMMY! MOM!........." Marianne saw lips move yet the sound could not be heard while Dee in thoughts, she immediately snapped out of the silence seeing that Rose, her beautiful six year old daughter, needed her attention."What is it baby?" Marianne asked."You have put too much peanut butter on my slice of bread",Rose pointed at Marianne's hand with over spilled peanut butter."Oh my goodness!",Marianne gasped as she quickly walked over to the sink to wash off the excess and dried them with a paper towel..."What a waste" she said with such disappointment.Marianne had been distracted by the latest news of her day, a pregnancy, unwanted for that matter-not by her though, but by her boyfriend of ten years, six months and 12 days.Greg had always preached about how much of a struggle it is to care for her and their daughter. He was never ready for the responsibility so it always felt like she forced him into parenthood, desp
As Marianne shut the door behind her, Greg exited the bathroom drying his light brown short length hair with a small towel while another body towel wrapped him from the waist down. Having a terrible loveless relationship did not make Marianne blind, because she could obviously see the fully shaped man right in front of her. "Six foot of a whole hunk but no brains", she thought to herself."I thought you were cleaning the living room?" He asked her.Marianne snapped out of the fantasy and replied immediately,"I wanted us to talk before you left.""But I told you that I needed to leave urgently, can't this wait?", He asked while dressing up real quick."This really can't wait, I-" Marianne was cut off again."You look tired and sick, have you been to a hospital?" He asked with sudden concern.Marianne's tongue got heavy and tried to respond but words could not leave her mouth, every second that passed was torture. She wished he could j
Night fell and Marianne had been feeling so good about herself all day since Greg's sudden change of heart towards the surprise pregnancy she thought would end up bad,"maybe he remembered how blessed we were to have Rose", she thought to herself.She had been cleaning all day while Rose was playing at her friend's house next door, she had so much energy a ten mile marathon would be a breeze.She Vacuumed and mopped all the rooms, washed every dish in site, put clothes in the washer and dried them outside cause her mother use to say,"what better way to kill germs than with the scotching sun?", she always had the strangest theories.Marianne spread the dry clothes on her and Greg's bed and headed back into the kitchen to continue preparing a special meal for supper, her mood leaned towards spaghetti and meatballs and she was probably the best at preparing this dish because there would always be second servings. Rose finally came back at four and Mariann
Marianne came to and found herself laying on a hospital bed, in a hospital gown and connected to a drip. Greg was seated right next to her dozing off at the edge of the bed while Rose was fast asleep on the sofa right across from her bed, her head was pounding like someone were drumming on it and she felt sick to her stomach.She lay her hand on her tummy and woke Greg from his snooze, "my baby? Is the baby okay?", she asked with tears in her eyes."You're awake! Nurse!", He called out to a nurse immediately.Marianne held his hand tight before he could step away, "Greg, my baby. Please tell me"He put his other hand over hers and finally gave a response,"I'm so sorry my love, we lost it",Marianne put her hand over her mouth as tears started to flow down her cheeks, she gasped and let out a loud sob."Why? How? I was just fine and...." she looked up to him and anger immediately filled her heart."What did you do?", She asked him hitt
The nurse finally let Greg in though not so willingly after she noticed the uncomfortable situation Marianne was having, she stood by the door for a good minute while he walked in and approached the bed Marianne was on. Greg sat back on the stool he had been sitting on before he left and held Marianne’s hand.“It’s going to be okay, I’m here for you”, he assured her.Nothing anyone would say could change Marianne’s mood at that point, the only thing she wanted was to have her baby back, but that was not possible. For the last two days of knowing she was pregnant she had been planning out his or her future, where she would give birth, what kind of clothes the baby would be wearing, what school or food to consider etc.Now what? Does she just continue like nothing ever happened? Must she forget what could have been a second child again? She turned to look over at the sofa where Rose had been sleeping,“my little Ros