5-26-08 Written & Copyrighted by... Short ending~
WickedStar7:
YAY!! I found Axel's story!!
Read from the start.. I love them..
Even the pics that you took had improved sooooo much *thumbs-up*
I love the little todd, Nicholas. So adorable, make me feel like giving him a squishy-hug. LOL!!
Anyways.. Love the story. Can't wait for what's gonna happen next.
AxelVal:
Thank you, Wicked! It always makes my day when someone enjoys my writing since I love doing it so much.
Here's what's coming next!
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“Me. I am, okay?” He dropped again.
“Then who’s the father?” My last nerve was being grated by this point. I’d never had a short fuse, but this was too much.
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
“You mean there were that many?” I crossed my arms and stared defiantly down at my eldest child.
His head snapped up. “No! I just don’t know!”
“How can you not know?! I’d imagine there was face-time!”
He turned away again and I shouted. “Who is it?!”
“I was drugged!” His eyes were shining and I was shocked to silence.
He finally explained. “I got a job. Not a good one but they paid me enough that I could afford one of those one-room apartments with a community bathroom. I had been saving up to get a good, decent meal for once. I went out, a nice restaurant, and I don’t even remember paying the check.”
Tears were visible now. Not falling, but gathering.
“I don’t know anything that happened until I woke up in a back alley the next morning. Does that answer your question?”
He shook his head. “I went to mom when the morning sickness started. I knew it could happen to me but I didn’t want to be true. I stayed with her until I was almost due. Then we were able to convince the hospital to let me stay until the birth.
“Hospital said we were both lucky to make it through in fact. Even mom said she wasn’t sure if I would wake up or not.” Now a trail glistened on his cheek.
He sat down again, having stood up to tell me off. Burying his face in his hands I heard him choke out, “If you want to go see her you can. Her name’s Delphine Regula.”
Nic’s shoulders heaved a few times but no sound escaped. I did leave then, I had to see her.
A granddaughter. I was a single grandfather at thirty-nine. It’s not as much fun as saying single parent, but it’s true.
She was lying on Nicolas’ bed, sound asleep. It was a wonder our argument didn’t wake her up. I stared at her little round face for a while, stroking her cheek a few times. Eventually I tore myself away and went downstairs. I looked over and saw Nic still on the couch.
He’d pulled out a blanket and covered himself, buried his face in the back-cushions. “You can go up to your room,” I said.
He rolled over and looked at me, red-faced.
“You’re not supposed to sleep in the same bed as the baby,” he responded.
“Everything I read says it’s bad.”
I smiled a bit. “You deserve a good night’s sleep, in your bed.”
I stopped in the archway to the kitchen, staring into the darkness with my hand just resting on the light switch. “I’m sorry.”
I peeked over my shoulder and saw him sitting up again. “I am too. For running away. I couldn’t take it anymore here. It just, it wasn’t working right, I needed a break.”
“Just, don’t do it again?” I felt as though I would be next to cry.
He smiled and nodded, heading for the stairs.
I flicked on the light and went into the kitchen, staring into the fridge but not really seeing anything in it. My mind’s eye was still staring at Delphine. I slammed the door shut as a thought occurred to me.
Kora knew. She knew and she didn’t bother to tell me in the slightest. I went to the computer and pulled up my e-mail. No, I hadn’t missed it. Yahoo messenger was next. Kora wasn’t on so I closed it again.
Pulling up the composition box I typed all those feelings then closed without saving. I opened a new one and tapped it out again, this time without the anger – or at least with less of it.
This one was sent. Explaining what happened that evening and what I had learned. Then demanding to know why I wasn’t informed earlier. I sat in the chair for a while, twisting back and forth in it, remembering the last conversation I’d had with Kora as I sat there.
“Why is this happening now?”
“We’re just too different,” Kora responded.
“But we weren’t ten years ago. Then we were perfect!”
I hung my head between my hands, rubbing my eyes roughly.
She stood, leaning in the doorway and staring down at me.
Silence passed between us. “I think we should separate,” she said at last.
My head sunk and hit the desk between my elbows.
“You know? That’s the first thing we’ve agreed on in a year.”
She smiled sadly. “No. It’s been longer than that.”
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I feel horrible for the amount of pictures here. I hope the drama makes up for it though.
*bows low and apologizes*
WickedStar7:
The amount of pictures and the story are good enough for me.
I love the story/ drama. It nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I do a lot of imagining as I read sentence by sentence. You pics just helped me to give a flow to the movie I'm imagining in my head. I can tell you that's a very good one *thumbs-up*.
Hope to hear more from you, Axel!!
LadyAzmodan:
I cant believe your stories slipped past me O_o - You're really a great story teller! had me laughing out loud a couple of times, and that is a accomplishment in it self.. (I laughed where it was supposed to be funny)
AxelVal:
LadyAzmodan: *laughs* I'm glad! Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Wicked: Wow, good tears I hope? I love the ability to do that, you made my day, Wicked!
And more comes now! Longest part so far.
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My head was once again lying on the desk. Tears streamed from my eyes and I didn’t have the energy to get up. Until I heard the automated sound of an opening door.
Popping back up, I saw Kora had signed on and replied before logging back out. “I’ll be over tomorrow,” she wrote.
Benoite had just got on the bus and Nicolas was still asleep with Delphine quietly beside him when the doorbell rang.
Rushing over I saw Kora on the front step, still exactly as I remember her. My heart wrenched as she smiled. “You want to talk?”
I led her over to the couch and we sat opposite each other – she had pulled her legs up against her chest like she always did. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I blurted.
She stared at the couch, the same one we’d always shared. “How did you react when you saw him?”
I stuttered. “How did you react?” she insisted.
“Not in the best way,” I replied at last.
This earned a nod. “That’s exactly why. You always had a temper when it came to the kids, I could only imagine what kind of horror that must have been.”
“I cooled after I saw her,” I murmured.
Kora shook her head sadly.
“You know what? He took off.”
I looked up at her.
“As soon as the hospital said he was fit to leave he took off. I had no way of tracking him, absolutely no way of finding out where he went. I think he moved back into his stupid apartment for a month then came back here.”
She stood up and wandered the room, running her hand along the familiar pieces.
I watched, my chest tightening until my mouth worked on its own accord. “I miss you.”
She stopped in her tracks. Without looking at me she responded, “I miss you too. But I’m not going to go through that again.
“I’ll come over to see Delphine once in a while, and to see Nic and Benoite too. I’ve been out of their lives too long. If you don’t mind?” Now she looked at me, when I was one word away from sobs.
I nodded. It was all I could do. She said nothing else, grabbed her coat and left, closing the door behind her.
Nic came down then, carrying a wide-awake baby with him. “Mom?” He was tired still, not quite awake.
I nodded, scratching at my eyebrow as I walked over to him. I stretched out my hands and he reluctantly handed over the tiny girl into my hold. Nic walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bowl and spoon for himself. I sat on the chair beside him and cradled my granddaughter closely as he ate.
“We need to buy some stuff,” he said around a mouthful.
“Crib, playpen, bottles, formula. Am I missing anything?”
He smiled. “We’ll find whatever it is when we go out. Today?”
I nodded, somewhat amazed that a broken family could be reunited with a fight.
We did shop that day. We waited for Benoite to come home and for Delphine to fall asleep (I had forgotten how much babies sleep after all these years) and left a list of numbers on the door. The top three were Kora, hospital, and my cell phone – in that order.
We drove in silence, both on the way to the store and back, and our little car was stuffed to bursting. I’m pretty sure we left sparks actually, from the back end dragging behind us.
Benoite’s head poked down the stairs as we called our return, a finger pressed over her mouth. “She hasn’t woken up at all since you left, don’t do it now,” she warned us.
Nicolas smiled faintly and took the steps two at a time. “She needs up by now. Too much sleep and we won’t get any tonight for ourselves.” Coming back downstairs with a half-asleep baby in his arms, Nicolas took his daughter into the kitchen to wash a bottle and feed her. Benoite and I stayed in the living room, assembling random pieces of baby-furniture. The playpen, a bouncy-chair, highchair, swing, stuff that could be kept downstairs.
Nic came back after the formula had been drained and placed Delphine in the swing, plugging it in and turning it on. A slow momentum built up and she began to swing back and forth, already looking drowsy again. We stood around and chuckled for a while before he and I went up to his room to make up the crib.
Nearly all the things we bought were from grandpa Zwei’s production company, still going strong with cheap prices and good quality. We had to clear a corner of junk in his room, but we got it to fit.
After this was done we headed downstairs to relax and do whatever families do. Meaning videotape the baby.
A month later a car door sounded from the driveway as Benoite was getting home from school. I heard her call a greeting but I didn’t hear the response. I expected it to be Kora again – she hadn’t visited yet despite saying she would – but instead it was one of Nic’s friends.
A boy his age named Aron Daylapont. I’m pretty sure this was the first time I’d seen two boys not in the same family hug. I was watching from the kitchen table, just barely listening. Aron asked where Nic had been, why he wasn’t coming to school anymore, and Nic just smiled.
“Too much to do.”
“What does that mean?” Aron looked around the entryway.
“I’ll show you.” Nicolas motioned with his hand and Aron followed into the living room where Delphine was in the playpen.
I heard a faint gasp and laughed, getting up to go watch. The other boy was leaned over the side of the container, stroking the girl’s hair as she looked at him, a toy in her chubby hand.
“So she’s yours?” he asked as he straightened up.
Nic nodded and flopped onto the couch.
Standing just out of eyesight I saw something I didn’t expect.
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Grrr, still not many pictures. Oh well, I think the cliffhanger makes up for it as long as I don't lose my meager fanbase.
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