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If we knew the outcome of a thing would we change it if we could? If love ended in a ball of flames would we stop the fire before it started? Or would we go on doing exactly what it is we do and end up in the same place that we know we'd be in when eveything was said and done? To love, even if we know it will end, truly is better than to have never loved at all
( 2 )
As they drove on in the rain, with the windshield wipers slapping out a rythm, the passing cars and side streets eerly appearing here and there, Tony is lost in the conversation of tonight. After seven years Molly returned to him, but not for him. She returned with a job, and Tony couldn't believe thats all she wanted ,but he knew thats all he could do for her now.
Red I'm thinking maybe I should handle this one alone, you really dont need to be there." He said still looking out the window, not daring to look at his friend for fear of what may be written on his face
"You're an ass" Red says. "You think I'm worried about the outcome? That girl almost killed you before, and what ever this boy has done might kill you now. No I'd rather be there and make sure you make it, than have to put the pieces together later"
"Red he hurt her..... Bad, listen drive over to Mercy general, I want you to see something"
"Whoa, now you know me and hospitals dont..." Red started
"just go to mercy, it'll be quick" Tony interupted
And Red made the necessary turns and took the streets to Mercy General hospital. Rain still beating against the car, tires plowing through streets flooded by the inadequate gutter system. It was rare to have a summer shower so powerful it shut down the city, and in most cases it would cause concern, but tonight these two men in this boat of a Lincoln thought it the perfect back drop.
Making there way across the third floor to the childrens unit of the ICU they passed parents crying in waiting rooms ,doctors and nurses in various converstaions here and there and a cart with a flower buquet on it. Red started to pick it up, thinking it would be impolite to visit a sick person without bringing something ,then decided against it.
Tony stopped at room 365 and paused for a moment.
"Red there is a very young girl in here, and I promise I'll explain when we leave, try not to scare her if she's awake" the shakiness in his voice alerting Red to the fact that this was no ordinary girl and maybe what ever Tony's got himself into tonight has to do with her.
One last intake of air andf they entered. The lights were dimmed but it wasn't dark. The television was on but it must of been set to mute because no sound emenated from it. In fact the only sounds were coming from the odd and end machines surrounding a bed, tubes and wires a criss cross minagre going in and out of the blankets, and wrapped in the blankets was a little girl.
You could tell right away she was beautiful. She had acherrub face and light brown hair, a cute little turned up nose. She must have been beautiful, but that was before the accident that left here face swollen, one eye completly black, her lip split in the corner and a trace of dried blood rested at the corner of her mouth. She had a knot above her left eye and her arm was in a sling. Red had done a many things to many people. He had left them far more beaten and bloody than this little girl, and he had never lost sleep over anything. He knew tonight he wouldn't sleep.
Red stood silently to the side and Tony proceeded to the bed. He brushed away a strand of hair and looked down at this poor broken angel in her bed.
Red I want you to meet my daughter"
Red loked first at Tony then down at the child in this hospital bed a look of astonishment, of bewilderment etched acroos his face.
"Wha.. what do you mean, your daughter?" He finally stammered as Tony kept his eye's locked onto the girl, obviously trying hard to hold back the tears that were gathering at the corner of his eyes.
"My daughter old friend. Molly's daughter" and Tony turned toward the door to leave, as Red hurridly followed still in shock from the announcement, still dumbfounded by the revelation.
Nothing else was spoken till the elevater doors were closed and the elevater started down, and finally Tont said "Molly was pregnant when she left me, she didint know till weeks later, and the damage was done. She didnt think she could tell me or come back to me, so she had the baby and married that boy she ran off with. Two days ago she tried to leave him. She was tired of the drugs ,of the life he led that her daughter saw daily. She wanted to leave ,not to come to me, but just to leave him. He.. well he tried to beat her Red. That little girl in there tried to stop him and so he beat her. He might have killed her. She's stable now but she has some brain swelling and the doctors think that arm wont ever heal one hundred percent. Molly came to me after they got the girl stable, told me what had happened. Said that she told the police and paramedics that she had fallen down the stairs. She doesnt know what to do"
"Whats her name? The girl I mean.. your daughter. Whats her name" Red said, fire and heartache seething through every sylable
"Her name is Rebecca, Molly calls her Becca."
"Tony my friend, this ones for free"
so this story is maybe finding its way back into my head. I didnt have time to proof read or spell check. I wrote this part on my phone. I hope you enjoy. I'm thinking of calling it "Broken Angel" IDK. here's chapter 2
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Bro, glad ya got another post outta this story. Really good stuff here, hope to see more in the future. Great job!
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Posted by spiritualcoma
on 2008-07-17 16:13:21
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Tony, I always knew you could write poetry but had I known you had this much talent for writing stories, I would have begged you to start sooner. This is so good. The character development is solid and I love it. Like the others, can't wait for the next one.
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Posted by smileforthecamera
on 2008-07-17 22:46:04
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Tony, I have waited months for this! you always wanted to share your stories and i am so glad you have, this is perfect, if the heartache you have been through helps you write like this then perhaps every cloud does have a silver lining...wow x
I can't wait for the next instalment honey x
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Posted by missmarie
on 2008-07-18 07:37:16
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YOURS, tears in my eyes, beautiful. But oh so sad, so believable. Nicely written. You need to keep developing this story... I want to see retribution! lol :)
xx
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-07-18 08:51:44
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I am so glad you got back to this story! It is real good! I can't wait for more!
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Posted by country_girl
on 2008-07-18 11:57:15
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awesome stuff, what a talent you have my friend...look forward to reading more x Dave x
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Posted by geordiedreamer
on 2008-07-18 18:43:25
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sooo good. I hope Red tears this dude up. Please let there be a good ass kicking scene in this!
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Posted by princess__spot
on 2008-07-22 11:11:00
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This one oozed out of the sinews of clenched fists Tony, your talent and the sensitivity with which you write is developing fast. Oh man, i agree with princess_spot, there'd better be some serious ass kicking!
Well done honey, now for part 3 xxtantricxx
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Posted by tantrictouch
on 2008-07-23 19:55:11
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I want to kick some ass, especially because oddly enough becca looks like me?!? ;) I'm rereading tonight and leaving some love on them again!! :) :) btw nice character names.
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Posted by Katydids_and_daisies
on 2008-07-23 22:18:30
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nicely written n it was evident u hadn't checked it
nevertheless it was gr8
m gonna check the 3rd part:):):)
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Posted by thoughtXpress
on 2008-07-29 03:57:28
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:)
Really good. Is this going to be a novel? If so, my Mom is going to like it also. And since I'm reading it backwards then you will get backward comments.
Hugs
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Posted by 1221dol0306
on 2008-07-29 15:17:33
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Very nicely written tony. Im sorry I couldnt see it sooner. Looking forward to the rest!
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Posted by angelwings
on 2008-07-31 08:37:59
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