Author’s note: If you are easily offended by strong language then please skip “the fight.” Sorry… but it couldn’t be expressed easily. Oh and my apologies for it being a bit depressing. Life just isn’t all sunshine and roses. -Sponge
Cale’s Point of View
I slowly stood from my seat, my eyes never leaving my father’s. The air around me felt like ice as it pierced my face. The silent glances we shared, spoke louder than if he screamed it.
“She’s-… their… dead?” I choked out, trying my best to hold back the tears. He lowered his head, his eyes glued onto the cold tile.
“No…” he sighed “Just one.”
“W-who?” I stuttered, my entire body trembling. My heart raced fast, and my stomach turned over and over inside of me. He made this so much more painful then I really needed it to be. I just wanted it over with! “WHO!?”
“One of the babies. Cale, I’m so sorry.” he cried, letting another tear slip out.
I felt numb all over. The room was spinning, and I felt like I was going to black out!
“Cale are your alright?”
“Cale?” he questioned once more, before I collapsed onto the floor. I couldn’t keep my balance any longer. I mean, how could I? My father just told me one of my children DIED!
“CALE!” he screeched reaching for me.
“Don’t touch me!” I cried out, tears pouring from my eyes like never before. I was never a big crier, and if it did happen… it meant something horrible.
“Cale please let me help you. I need to take you home, it’s best your not here right now.” he cried out, again reaching for me, only to be hit away by my hand.
“The baby is NOT DEAD!” I shouted, bringing myself up. “It can’t BE!”
“It is true! I’m so sorry. We tried all we could.”
I shoved him out of the way, swinging open the doors behind him. “CALE NO!” he shouted “Your not allowed back there!” I didn’t care what he was saying. Honestly, I could barely hear him. Everything was going by in a blurr to me. Reality didn’t hit until I came up this one hallway. If I could I would take it back, and just listened to my father. Because what was infront of me, can never be taken back.
“OH GOD!” I screamed, choking on my tears as I saw my dead child laying there. “MY BABY! MY LITTLE BABY!” The nurse gasped, trying to shield the child. “Your not allowed back here! Dr. Terrey! Dr. TERREY!” she screeched, as I charged forward.
I glanced over trying to see what it was, only making matters worse to see HER face. Oh god. My little girl. My tiny little princess GONE without even a chance to live! “Let me see her! GIVE ME MY BABY!”
The nurse ran over, and started shoving me, trying to get me out of the room. “You have to leave!” she stated, pushing even harder. My father eventually came in a few seconds later, and let out a huge sigh when he saw the baby again. “Cale… please.”
“NO! That’s m-m-my baby!” I cried, pointing to myself.
“Dr. Terrey, you have to get him out of here!” the nurse exclaimed, still trying to shove me back. “This isn’t good for him!”
Dad walked over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. “Cale let’s go.” he sighed, pulling me back.
“B-b-b-but my daughter! Dad- she’s….” I cried, pointing shakily at her.
“I know Cale. Shhhhhh, I know.” he cooed into my ear, trying to calm me down. How could he be so calm!? That’s his grand-daughter!
All at once my emotions joined together. “Where’s Kitty!?” I screeched, fighting the urge to find her aswell. “WHERE IS SHE!?”
“She’s … not stable, but she’s not dead Cale. She is still breathing.” he sniffled “Now please, let me take you home to your mother.”
I finally gave in. What more could I do? Run past my lifeless daughter, and search for my nearly dead fiancé?! And where was my other babies?! What THE HECK IS HAPPENING!?
My father brought me home, and I dismissed my mother. She was crying over the loss of my child, but I didn’t want to speak with her. I didn’t want to speak to anyone! Why should I?! That weren’t telling me crap!
It’s funny, because the one I want to talk to the least… thinks it’s ok to talk to me! “Hey…” he sighed “I heard what happened. Is she- Umm, are you alright?”
“Hmmmm…. let me THINK about that one. “Am I alright?” … Well, I just found out my daughter died, my fiancé is barely breathing, and I still haven’t seen my other children! What the freak do you think?!” I screamed, completely ticked off.
“Hey! You don’t have to scream at me, it’s not like I did this to her.” Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I let his words flow over and over through my head. Wait a minute… it was his fault! That son of a-! He did this to her! He stressed her out, and caused her pain! She would tell me about everything that he did, but she would always brush it off like it wasn’t anything. She would always tell me that he just needed time. I should of kicked him out the first time! Heck, I should of never agreed to this at ALL! This idiot killed my daughter!
“You know something, JAKE!? Or Alex… what ever the freak your name is you idiot! It IS your fault! You stressed Kitty out so much, it caused one of my children to go into distress. You know what happens when they don’t get a child out in time when there in distress?! THEY DIE JERKHOLE!” I raged, my face turning red. I had to let him have this.
“What are you talking about?! I didn’t do this to her!”
“Oh yea?! Well what’s being a disgusting slob, and leaving a heavily pregnant lady to clean for you?! What’s drinking til your wasted, and passing out on our tables! WHAT IS BRINGING DRUGS INTO MY HOUSE!?” I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t. I had so much anger and hate towards him. Kitty was nothing but kind, and he spat in her face. His ONLY living relative!
“I- Errr…” he stuttered, looking dumbfounded.
“You have nothing to say because you know it’s true! I don’t give a crap what you went through in your past life! Kitty has been through crap as well, and she doesn’t treat you like the back end of your butt!”
“It’s not my fault I’m like this alright?!” he choked in horror.
We were at it for hours. It seemed like an endless war, that I didn’t plan on losing. It dawned on me that little Fray was still in his room, but oddly enough didn’t wake. At least I don’t think he did… I couldn’t hear, considering I was screaming till I was blue in the face.
“JUST GET OUT! I don’t need you and your lazy butt around my family!”
“I’m not leaving just because you told me too! Kitty has to have a say in that!”
“Kitty might die because of YOU!” and with that I punched him in the face. His nose started bleeding, and then he hit me back.
We fought for a good 20 minutes, before I felt he had enough. All the anger that was bottled up, finally was set free…. on his face. He stood no chance against me, I didn’t even recieve a mark.
“I’m sorry.” he sighed, trying to catch his breath. “It is my fault.” Come again? Did he just admit that it indeed was him? I was caught completely off guard, and just stood and listened.
“I guess you could say there is no real reason except for the fact that-” he cut himself off, trying to hold back tears. Was he going to cry?
“Except for what?” I added in, eager to understand.
“For the fact that… I didn’t want to accept her back into my life. To me everything I once knew was suppose to be gone. Being next to her, and seeing her face just brings me back to the night… when- ” he choked once more, coughing into his hand and rubbing his eyes. “When they died.”
“Yes. My parents. You just don’t understand the horror I went through. Watching my parents murdered infront of me.”
“Murdered? From the crash?” I questioned, looking at him confused.
“There was no crash! That’s just what they put on records. My parents were killed alright!? KILLED! Infront of my small EYES!”
“Just save it!”
He walked away from me and into his room. I tried to speak to him a couple times, but I had no idea what to say. I just can’t believe his parent were murdered infront of him. My god… now it makes sense. But why would this just slip through the system as a crash? What the heck is he still hiding?
Me and Jake didn’t speak to each other since that night. We would always keep to ourselves, and pretend the other wasn’t there. It didn’t bother me anymore, considering my mind was still wrapped around the fact that no one will show me my babies or Kitty. I must have called my father 100 times in the past week, trying to figure out what happened. Either my mother answers, or Ethan. Always telling me the same crap “We don’t know, he’s not said anything.”
Even though I was suffering, I still had to take care of Fraser. He would constantly cry for Kitty and it broke me into tears everytime. Hearing his sweet little voice call for “momee”.
No matter what I did to try and clear my mind, the night at the hospital would some how creep it’s way back into my head. Without a doubt, I would cry everytime. You know when something bad happens, and people say “It broke my heart”? Well… I now know what that means. Because when someone you love dies, or is harmed… it really feels like your heart broke into two pieces. The pain in your chest is unbareable.
Aside with being depressed, and having constant chest pains… I suffered from sleep Insomnia. I found it terribly hard to get to sleep and if it wasn’t that it was I was waking up in the middle of the night, then staying up all night long. I guess my mind and heart are so overwhelmed, that it just keeps me awake. Espically trying to sleep in an empty bed… there is nothing easy about it.
When I was around Fraser, I tried my best to keep a smile. It never seemed to work though, because I felt no joy.
“Do you miss mommy Fray? I miss her a lot.” I sighed to my 3 year old son.
“Momee come home?” he whimpered, and pouted his lip.
I didn’t know what to tell him. He was so small, yet understood so much. He smiled up at me, and I would force a smile back. “Hopefully.” I replied, still trying to keep my grin.
“Otay, dadee.” Please get better Kitty.
Then finally it happened. I got the call from my dad to meet him at the hospital. He sounded happy, so I knew it was good news. I quickly scooped up Fraser, and buckled him into his seat. I dropped him off at my mom’s and rushed to the hospital.
My dad walked me into her room, and my eyes teared up. She was so beautiful. “Is… she going to be alright?”
“I can safely tell you that she is 100% stable. It’s really up to her body, when it wants her to awake. Just give it time.” he smiled. With that, it felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. My beautiful Kitty was going to live! But with seeing her, the next question came… “Dad? Where are my kids?” He smirked, and told me to follow him.
We reached two double doors, and he pointed to it. “Just beyond those doors, are your kids. There completely healthy, and soon you’ll be able to take them home.” I smiled. Take my family home…. now that’s something that hasn’t crossed my mind in weeks.
I slid open the two doors, and was welcomed by a very bright light. I took a few shaky steps, and was now standing infront of a nurse tending to, two very small babies. A girl, and a boy.
Kitty was going to live, my children were healthy… but yet, I still felt pain as I looked into the third EMPTY bed. “My princess was suppose to be in here too.” I cried, letting my depression overwhelm me once more.
The nurse noticed me standing there, and asked if I was the father. I nodded my head, and she smiled at me. “What do you want to call them?” I never really thought about names, since I didn’t know what I had. I didn’t want to name them without Kitty, but the nurse insisted on it. So I called the boy Gaven, and the girl Heather.
3 days, felt like 3 years as I waited every night in that hospital room. I just couldn’t bring myself to go home, knowing Kitty had a chance to recover. She was my entire world, and without her I would have nothing. Well… except for the four… err.. three beautiful children she gave me. But I could never raise them without her, espically since Heather has her beautiful smile.
My dad walked into the room, and I looked up with tired eyes. “Go home Cale. We will call you if anything happens.” I shook my head no “I want to be here.” He saw no point in argueing with me, and let me be. When I was devoted to something, I stuck by it.
While sitting there I couldn’t help but over hear the family next to us. “Mom, I’ll always love you. Even when your gone, you’ll remain in my heart…” the man cried, wipeing his tears onto his coat sleeve. She was dying? That poor guy… I couldn’t imagine if it was my mother. I think I would have had a heart attack.
While lost in my thoughts over my mom, I suddenly heard a noise. I jumped from my seat, and looked down “Kitty?” I spoke into the silent air, and she turned to look at me… or squint I should say.
She sat up slowly in the bed, and rubbed her eyes. “Where am I?” she coughed, and tears started to fall from my eyes.
“Oh Kitty! Your alive! My baby!” I sniffled, and she smiled slightly. She got to her feet, and fell into my arms. “Woah! Be careful, sweetie. You haven’t walked in a few weeks.”
“A few.. weeks?!” she exclaimed, tightning her grip.
“Yes. But it’s Ok! Because your alive, and that’s all that matters.”
When I thought all the cares in the world were over, and I could finally rest… she asked the question, I really wanted to avoid.
“Where’s my babies?”
In the hospital, Cody gently told her that she lost one. I really wish I could have waited till she felt herself again, but… how can you lie to a mother? You have to tell them, it’s the right thing to do. She of course almost had a nervous break down, but I was there with her every step of the way… crying with her, might I add.
After a few days, all 3 of them were realeased from the hospital, but Kitty was told to take it easy for the next few weeks. She was allowed to get up, and move… just no heavy lifting or over-doing herself. Which meant, diaper duty and feeding were all left up to ME. I was OK with that though… just as long as my beautiful fiance was home where she belonged.
Not saying I wouldn’t miss the extra hand…
Thanks for reading! Now you know the bad news, and maybe understand Jake a little bit more. The reason for the name change, was of course to try and forget. But there is still details he just isn’t sharing.