Sorry I took so long, I wrote this chapter months ago before I wrote the story had to end up rewriting it so it could flow better.
NOTE BEFORE: The past is in italics, so please don’t confuse it with the present.
Hope you enjoy as I finally go eat my combination fried rice. So yummmmmmyyyyy! lol
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Whoever said the truth isn’t lied.
The truth is ugly,
and it hurts.
-Yani.
“A rose, isn't quite as beautiful as it once was, when after its thorn pricks you.”
― Anthony Liccione
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Ethan's P.O.V.
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I watched my mother as her eyes kept going from Bryce to the exit every second.
Then they stop and focus on the exit.
She looks like a person who is about to bolt out of here. I don't blame her. This is a lot.
Now her husband didn't rape a minor but instead he had consensual sex with her?
I don't even know which is worst.
She got up and took off in the direction of the door to head inside. Only thing is she tripped over the foot of the chair and fell onto Evan.
"Mom! Are you ok?" Evan asked holding her up right. "What are you doing, are you trying to kill yourself?"
I picked her chair up and placed it back on its four feet.
She looks at me. "I know what you're trying to do. Just sit down mom. At some point we have to face reality. This is reality." I patted the seat for her to sit down.
She sat.
"This is killing me." She mumbles sadly.
I wish I could tell her to go, but she needs to hear everything Bryce has to say just like we all do. Our world of oblivion as we've all know it is already over.
Welcome to the cold world.
"So let's clarify something first that we all failed to asked. I know she had to have been a minor for you to have adopted her, but how young are we talking about here?" I ask Bryce.
"Shantel is now 18 years old, she will be 19 come fall. I adopted her when she was 16." He answers.
"Damn she looks so much older." Evan mumbled now looking embarrassed. I hope that teaches him to control his hormones. Looks are deceiving. I'm surprised he hasn't learned that yet.
Mom looks like she wants to cry again as she sat quietly.
"So dad was smashing a 16 year old, and got her pregnant?" I can't believe this. I drop my face in my hands. Quinn is rubbing my back in support but I think I need more than a back rub.
"Will you all just stop!" Bryce yelled and I sat up in bewilderment.
"I told you all not to interupt me and let me finish. The assumptions you are drawing are not correct. If I'm interrupted again I'm leaving. It's hard enough sitting here trying to rehash every details to you." He continued.
"Ok. I promise to be quiet until you're finished no matter what." I told him. Everyone else agreed as well.
I'm so confused about this entire thing. If he didn't rape and the sex wasn't consensual, then what the hell happened.
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Bryce's P.O.V.
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"Anyways like I was saying. I got involved on the day Tomar was born..." I think back to the beginning as I tell it to them, not missing a detail.
I still can't get the pieces of those images of Raelynn out of my head no matter how hard I try to move on, knowing that I'm no good for her. I'm too messed up. What do I tell her if she gets close enough to see the scar that runs down my back. I never want to open that door again.
So, I have one night stands. I don't ever give anyone the opportunity to know me better! To know my secrets. It would be selfish to seek her out and bring her into this life that torments me.
I saw the white dress as it flowed with each step, the dark brown hair to go with it swayed as well. It was her, I knew it in my heart. I stopped Ethan and pointed. The woman next to her turned around in the elevator and Ethan went rigid before he yelled out "Quinn". But it was too late, the door closed.
I took off running pushing people out of the way rudely. I took the stair to the lobby knowing that was the only place they could have been heading. It was eighteen flights of stairs later and I was standing on the curbs watching them drive away in a cab.
I felt my heartbreak all over again. She was the only girl I ever loved and I never got the chance to tell her. The images haunted me everyday. It was the worst New Year’s Eve of my life. Not even the New Year’s even when my father came home drunk and smashed his fist into the back of my head hurt this much.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in I yelled!" My assistant walked in dragging me from the thoughts of her.
"Sir. All the board members are here, I have seated them in the conference room." She told me.
I nod, picked up my jackets off the back of my chair, shrugged it on and went to the conference room.
Now or Never. Since the scandal with the prostitutes leaked a week ago my father was forced to step down. I took over and today I would be having a meeting with the members to make it all official.
"Gentlemen!" I greet as I walked in.
Some responded verbally while others made gestures.
I took my seat at the head of the table.
Mr. Lidell the spokesman of the board spoke up.
"Bryce, we have all met up earlier this week as you requested and have gone over all the necessary paperwork with the lawyers. We have all accepted you position, however, it won't be official until your father signs over his rights to you as there were many stipulations drawn up in the contracts he did." He explained.
That bastard I thought. He went missing after everything blew up in his face. All he said was that he was tired anyway and in need of a long vacation before he took off.
"Will that be all gentlemen?" I asked.
"Yes". They conceded.
"I would like to thank you for your time and your efforts. I will get that taken care of as soon as I am able to locate my father." I told them.
I went to my office and shut the door behind myself.
I sat down and slammed my fist on the desk. I have worked at Radley Corp. since my freshman in college. My mother and grandfather wanted me to work with the bastard so I could one day take over my mother's family companies as well as this one. I didn't want to, but how would I have hidden the past if I objected. According to my grandfather, I was the only one child stable enough, smart and had my head on my shoulders to take over. I didn't argue knowing the twins were lost and trying to find themselves. Furthermore, I dreamed of taking over.
But now, I graduated college and I no longer have to shadow the man who ruined me. He left and I felt great. The greatness is now ruined with having to go and find him. Hopefully he stays away after he signs everything, well first he would have to sign everything.
I called my assistant and had her find me Doug's number.
"Hello?" He answered as I called him from my cell phone.
"Douglas this is Bryce!" I tell my college mate, whom upon graduating two years before me I got a job at Radley Corp as a security. He trained and worked his way up and is now one of my fathers personal bodyguard.
"Yes Mr. Radley, how may I help you?" He asked.
"Cut the formality bullcrap Doug, this is personal." I told him.
"Ok...well in that case, What's up Bryce? Looking for your old man? You know I can't give out the info unless he approves right?" He asked jokingly.
"Yeah yeah. Where is he? Let me talk to him, it's urgent. He hasn't been answering his phone since he left."
"Ummhh...Let's just say he's in a meeting and its the kind of meeting that I wouldn't want to disturb." He said.
"So you're basically saying hes with one of his many women and they are shagging at the moment.?" I asked.
He laughed. "You were always a smart one."
"Just tell me where he is, I will be in and out! You owe me one Doug! I understand you signed a contract but I've looked out for you many times, just do me this one favor and let me know where he is." I begged.
I wish I could just mail the documents to him to sign but I already know I will have to persuade him, so I will have to go in person.
"Ok look, I'm on the job but I can text you the info. Just don't let it be know that I was the one who told you and we're even!"
"That works for me. Thanks Doug." We hang up.
My phone then beeped.
I checked and seen it was a text from Doug telling me his exact location in Frankfurt, Germany.
The bastard is in Germany? Why Germany of all places.
Well it explains why no one knows where he is.
I called the pilot and had the jet ready to go. I told everyone I was going on a business trip to meeting with potential investors.
As soon as I landed in Germany the following day, I had a car waiting for me. I told the driver the name of the hotel in which my father was occupying the penthouse.
I got to the hotel and I was pointed to the direction of the penthouse elevator by the bellhop. There were two of my father's guard by the elevator who immediately recognized me and punched a code in opening the doors for me. I stepped in and it took me to the top. As soon as I got off in the foyer. I saw Doug and another guard stationed by the door.
"Hey Douglas!" I greeted. "Can I go on in?" I asked.
"Well see the thing is, he just got another important guest and I doubt you would wan-"
"Nooooooooooo!" We heard a scream.
The guards took off running and I followed.
"Pow!"
Oh my fucking word.
I came to a halt at the sight in front of me.
"You can't replace her! I won't let you." My father stood there repeating over and over with a gun in his hand.
"You have to wake up. No please don't leave me Tatty!" The girl cried frantically as blood spread all around her.
I finally moved upon seeing the frantic girl as Doug took the gun from my fathers hand.
Moving towards the crying girl, I saw the source of all the blood. The girl laying halfway in her lap had a hole in her head while it hung limply over the girls leg with eyes unblinking. The hysteric girl was cradling her body in her arms. I bent down next to them and looked for something to stop the blood, maybe she could be saved. When i didn’t see anything, I took my shirt off and held it to her head. I don’t know why that was the first thing I thought to do, but when watching movies, the first thing you're suppose to do is in a situation like this is to try and stop the blood loss. I hope it works now. I’m great with numbers, not blood, I am not sure how much longer I will last.
With my other hand, I pulled my phone from my pants pocket and called for an ambulance.
I checked her pulse and felt that she had a slight one. Her left hand was twitching but I couldn't see her chest to see if she was really breathing.
I told the girl to hold the shirt that was now soaked and red in place against her head so that i could check her chest. I pulled her coat from around her and noticed that her chest was expanding and deflating slightly but what got me was her huge pregnant stomach that was hidden under her coat.
My father shot a pregnant woman? what the hell is wrong with this man?
Soon the paramedics arrived and I had them bring the ambulance around and take her out back to cause less of a scene. The younger girl went with her in the ambulance and I stayed behind to talk to the police.
My father was like a shell. He just kept repeating the same line.
They cuffed him and took him away.
I was left there with the guards. My shirt that was once white, laid in what looked like a pool filled with blood. It was running along every crease and through every crevice of the tiles on the marble floor in the huge kitchen.
I look down at myself and my jeans was stained with blood as well as my hands and shoes.
There were splatters on the wall next to me.
No matter where I looked, all I saw was blood. Blood surrounded me.
I wanted to move away from it but I didn't know where to step.
The spot where her head had once laid now showed clumps along with the blood.
That did it!
I moved to the sink as fast as I could and vomited my guts out.
Did I just see pieces of her brain?
I vomited harder.
When I was done Doug led me upstairs to shower and change into some sweats, one of my father's shirt and shoes.
During the shower I was able to regain my thought process and become a little more level headed.
Every summer in college I would do a study abroad program to get away from my father without seeming obvious to my mother. During my second year in college I met a German girl whom I became close friends with. She had told me so much about Germany that I thought it would be great for my next study year. So I started learning German and went for the following summer. She was never able to show me around because she was engaged and went off to get married to some jealous french guy who didn't approve of our friendship.
During my summer, I met a lot of people but I also met Dierk. He introduced me to his entire family and we have always remained in contact.
I took out my cell phone and called his father Dagobert, who is a great lawyer here.
He told me he would help me to get a handle on this situation right now. He said he would go to the police precinct and for me to go the hospital and figure out who the girl is and what happened exactly, as he was sending over a clean up crew who would be discrete about the matter.
I got back downstairs and told Doug to go with me and put the other two guards on standby making sure hotel personnel were kept out of here until it was cleaned.
On my way out I saw two luggage and purses by the door. I looked in the first one. It had all the typical girly essentials. I saw a pink wallet and took it out. It had a passport in it and a high school picture id. It must belong to the older girl I thought.
I took out the orange id. It read Shantel Taylor. Rocburry High School 2011. I then took out the passport and it read; Name: Shantel Tahlia Taylor, DOB: October 21, 1995, Citizenship: United States.
Damn she just turned 16 a couple days ago.
I went into the other purse and pulled out a purple polka dot wallet. I pulled out the passport as it was the first thing I saw. I opened it and read the info; Name: Tatiana Ashlyn Taylor, DOB: January 13, 1985, Citizenship: United States.
"Damn, she's only 26, a year older than my brother's" I said to no one in particular.
"Damn!" I hear Doug whisper.
I flip through her wallet looking for any addition information I can gather. I find her drivers license along with a folded piece of paper behind it. I look at the license first. Her address is listed to an apartment in Atlanta, Georgia. I then open the folded piece of paper and see that it's a sonogram picture of a baby, her baby. With the light from the window shining on the picture I can see that there some sort of writing on the back, so I turn it over. I read it and it say 'Our Baby Girl, Tomar Emerye Radley.'
Oh shit! I need to talk to the younger girl like right now.
“Let's go.” I told Doug and we left.
I got to the hospital and found the younger girl, Shantel, sitting in the waiting room covered in dry blood. She was still hysterical and crying.
I didn't even think to bring her a shirt.
I sat next to her as I saw two cops standing next to her as well. They were speaking in German and it was obvious that she had no clue what they were saying.
As I sat next to her,I took her hand in mine.
She looked at me.
She was so damn scared. And that was when i felt to need to protect her. My father did this to her. For reason I feel like I help her.
"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked softly.
It took her a while but she calmed down enough to tell me that her sister who is her only surviving relating, since her father was killed in drug deal gone wrong when she was a baby and her mother died from a drug overdose when she was 6 years old. They were then placed in foster care. Her sister who was 16 years old at the time vowed to take them away from the horrible place once she turned 18 years old. Once she was 18 years old they ran away from their foster home because the foster father tried to touch them many time. She guess no one reported them missing or cared since the foster care system had too many children to deal with. They lived on the street for a while and her sister eventually got a job dancing and they were able to get a good apartment and buy food. Her sister then put herself through community college and became a nurse and took care of them. She then met Edward and fell in love as they dated in private. When she found out she was pregnant he told her to get rid of it and stopped contacting her. Apparently, he had deluded her to believe he was divorced and single. She refused to kill her child so she kept the baby, hoping that he would come around and they would be happy together. He then called her this week and told her he was flying her to Germany to see him because he was sorry and missed her. She believed him and went. She took Shantel because she didn't want to leave her and she just had her birthday a couple days ago, so she thought they would have some fun since she didn't have much money to do a sweet sixteen for Shantel since they had to save for the baby. When they got here and Edward hugged Tatiyana, he noticed her stomach and became mad. He stormed out as Tatiyana tried to convince him as to why she kept their child. He returned with a gun and pointed it at her stomach. Tatiyana tried to secure her stomach. She bent and held her stomach and the bullet caught her in the head instead of her stomach.
I translated it all to the police and then told Doug to take Shantel to get her cleaned up and a change of clothes at the gift shop.
As soon as they all left the doctor came out and I lied and told him that I was the father of the child in order to get information on my sister. I was really hoping that both mother and child survived.
They didn't question it. They told me. Tatiyana was brain dead instantly upon being shot as the bullet shattered her brain came out through the back of her head, but because her medulla oblongata was not severely damaged, her body was still producing involuntary movements like when in a coma, the signs I saw, breathing, faint pulse and her fingers twitching. However, they transported her to the hospital on the ventilation machine and upon arriving would have been pronounced dead. However, since she was pregnant, she wasn’t. She was kept on ventilation until the baby was safely removed. The baby was fine even though it seems she was three weeks early.
They took me to the baby. She’s beautiful. I was going to demand a DNA test done to prove that she is infact my father’s child, but seeing her, there was no doubt in my mind. She looked at me as I looked at her, and her eyes told no lie, she’s a Radley.
I gave her the name on the back of the sonogram that i had put in my pocket before leaving and signed the birth certificate as the father.
She had to stay in the hospital for five days, so I took Shantel with me and went to my hotel. She became quiet and stopped speaking.
The story leaked in Germany but my lawyer helped me and we were able to stop and contain it before it could it could get out of the country.
We tried to get my father charged and sent away for life but he was deemed insane as he sat there everyday staring into space repeating the same thing. And also Shantel, the key witness, was not qualified to testify either because of her mental state at the moment. The judge ordered an evaluation to be done for the two of them every year for five years to see if a court date could be set for the trial.
My lawyer had Tatiyana's body shipped back to the county in his name to prevent any scandal regarding my name.
I took Shantel and Tomar with me. I stayed in Atlanta for two weeks getting Shantel settled. I got my original lawyer in the US to see which option would be better, for her to be emancipated or for me to adopt her. The best option was adopting or foster care. To be emancipated the judge would need financial record and she had no money to prove she could care for herself. And I couldn't just deposit money to her account because it would have been very questionable. But after all I witnessed, I couldn't let her go back to foster care and I couldn't take her home because it would raise way too many questions, especially with Tomar.
I buried every last detail I could to keep it from ever hurting my family but even worst, Tomar growing up knowing her father tried to kill her and murdered her mother instead. I've seen what it has done to Shantel, I see what it does to me, I never ever want Tomar to learn of it, I can't watch what it will do to her, it will break her. I didn’t want my mother to know of the level of her husband’s infidelity, but at the same time I felt the need to protect my little sister.
By the time I was finished with the story everyone eyes were wet including my own.
Raelynn pulled me into a hug and started sobbing loudly. "Bryce I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that on your own." She cried.
I hugged her back, as it felt good to finally have some support and comfort from someone other than Doug, Dierk, Dagobert and myself. Those are the only people who really knew what happened and that helped with damage control. The other three guards I hired on as my own and keep close to make sure they never have a reason to betray me.
"I thought rape was bad but this even seems ten times worst! I mean like how do you forget and move on from holding your dead sister with a hole in the front of her head and brain matter falling out the back? Like how???? Dad is one sick bastard, I will help you do whatever it takes to put him away. That poor girl. What did he mean by ‘she couldn’t replace her?" Ethan sighed.
“Now that I know about Evania, it only makes sense. Before I had no idea. I guess the same what he felt about Tomar he felt about me, but I because Tatiyana told him they were having a baby girl, he lost it, he felt she was trying to replace Evania I guess. It’s the only logical thing that finally makes sense.” I express my view.
"Oh my poor angel, may her soul rest in peace.” Mom crossed her heart. “Why didn't you bring her home with you when you brought Tomar. What did you do with her after adopting Tomar?" My mother finally asked in a very low broken voice; her eyes bloodshot red from crying.
"Mom after I got him to sign the papers you wanted me to tell you where he was and I just couldn't. I just told you he had signed them and mailed them back to me. That maybe he was just going through a midlife crisis and would return soon. You were so heartbroken, I didn't want to be the one to tell you the man you loved and married is just not the same anymore, I could see the hope in your eyes that in time he would return to his old self. Bringing Shantel home would have raised too many questions and jeopardize all I worked to bury, especially since her and Tomar share similar features. No one bothered to ask any questions after I told everyone Tomar's mother was no longer around and took her, it was never a lie. After the funeral, I stayed with her for two weeks. I bought a house in Atlanta and had a maid take care of her while I visited every weekend or days during the week. I bought a company in Atlanta so it wouldn't be too obvious as to why I was there so often. I never took Tomar to visit either because she was around Tomar, every time she saw her she just couldn’t stop crying and screaming, it’s like she was remembering it all over again or seeing her sisters face in her niece. It wasn’t healthy for either one, so I decided it would be better to keep Tomar away until Shantel was better, but I would still give her pictures, I’m not sure if she ever looked at them. She had private tutoring to keep up in school and rarely ever left the house because she still refused to speak no matter how many therapists I tried. It wasn't until she was 18 that she decided to start back talking for reasons unknown and decided to go off to college to try and gain back a normal life. It was still too early to live on campus as she was just taking it slowly being around people again. I got her a condo off campus because she reassured me that she would be fine and I agreed, wanting to give her space. So that's where she has been recently. " I try to explain.
"So isn't she suppose to be in school then? Why is she here with you?" Evan asked.
All these questions and I just want to go and lay in bed with Rae and your kids and hold them close to me.
"I had made an agreement with her to give her enough money to be self sufficient and I would give her space,take away the bodyguards, take little to no trips to check on her and she would try to move on with her life, to gain independence from me. Turns out she needed me more than I realized. That was a bad idea. I guess she got with the wrong crowd, dropped out of school, blew all the money, ended up in a trashy apartment, and ended up on drugs."
"Fuck!" Evan hissed.
Yeah I know. It's sad and it makes me feel terrible for not protecting her more.
"I know." I looked at Rae. "I was with you and the kids when she called me for the first time since then, from the way she was talking it was obvious that something was terribly wrong and I thought she was drunk or high, so I got mad. I should have just gave in and checked on her all the nights I st worried about her, but I didn’t want to break my promise. I left you and head straight to Atlanta after she texted me the address of her new place. When I got there I realized she was not the least bit ok. I put her in rehab the next day. I then got a call from my lawyer, Dagobert, weeks later saying that the psychiatrist from the mental institution where dad was being held has deemed him sane enough to be tried. So I went back to Atlanta and discharged Shantel, she was needed to testify and I needed time with her." I hold Rae's hand. "I'm sorry if you felt I neglected you and the kids while I was here but I just had a lot going on with trying to run the companies, court, meetings with the lawyers, therapy with Shantel, and the eight hour time difference. I know its not a good excuse but I'm really sorry. Every night for 2 hours while I had any free time, I had a therapist here working with Shantel and myself after Shantel admitted to trying to kill herself twice. I just couldn't leave her to herself anymore, she needed help and I am the only person who she opens up to because she feels she can relate and feels protected. So I had to sit in on all her sessions, that was the only way she would talk to the therapist. I also did my own therapy sessions after. It just been a lot, I will be so happy when its all over and we can truly heal and move on."
"Don't apologize Bryce. I completely understand now that you have explained, you did what was necessary. You are the most selfless person that I know. Nothing that you did was for your own selfish reason, it was always about everyone else. I often say that Jesus dying on the cross was a sacrifice and even though people claim to know what sacrifice is, they really don't. But you do Bryce, you couldn't save Tatiyana but you did your best with Shantel and Tomar, even though they weren't your responsibility. Tomar is not my blood but I feel so deeply about her, I think I can understand how you feel about Shantel." She kissed my cheek.
Mom gets up from her chair. “I’m going to go bed. I think I’ve had enough for one day.” She walks over to me and bends and hugs me. “Oh my sweet boy, I love more than you will ever know. I am so sorry for not protecting you like I should have, I will regret it for the rest of my life. But I proud of you Bryce, proud of the man you became, you are a best son I could ever ask for, the best brother and father and i know you will make an exceptional husband. You’ve been through it all and you're still standing. You didn’t let your father or your circumstances break you. You are a warrior, you are my hero. Thank you for all you did even though you shouldn’t have had to. But thank you. I love you son.” The tears falling on me as she spoke. She then wrapped her arms around herself and went inside.
i don’t know how to feel but for some reason i felt power in my mother’s words. I considered myself weak all these years because I was too scared to tell anyone out of fear of what would happen and not being able to control it. Weak for crying in my sleep and waking up in cold sweat, weak for not finding Raelynn and telling her how I feel and weak for not being able to better help Shantel.
Not once did I think I was a warrior, or even someone’s hero.
I thought I was a fraud. A shell of a man.
“I’m going to go talk to your mom and check on the kids. I’ll be right back.” Raelynn said getting up.
“Ok! I’ll be inside in a minute, I’m really tired, I think I might take a nap with the kids as well.” I told her as Quinn got up and followed her inside.
Evan looked to the door before looking back at me. “Are you sure she’s only 18? She looks so much more mature.”
“Evan, for godsakes, she’s legally your niece and after everything, is that all you can think about?” Ethan slapped him in the back of the head and scolded.
“No I didn’t mean it like that, I was just thinking about taking her to disney land with the kidney when we get back, I was just hoping she wasn’t too old.” She tried to defuse the tension he now created.
“Yeah right! She is your niece and I will do whatever it takes to protect her, do not play with me Evan.” I threatened.
“Hey man, calm down, I just asked a question. I love all those kids as my own, Shantel will be treated no differently. I just really thought she was older, but now I know the full story and her relation, I will protect her as my own as well. You don’t have to worry Bryce.” Oh I know.
“So if you don’t mind me asking, what scar going down your back were you talking about? I’ve never seen a scar!” Ethan voiced.
“It’s something i kept hidden, that’s I never played sport like you guys, I never wanted anyone to see what he did to me. Most I have gotten rid of with surgeries here and there since I turned 18 and didn’t need parental consent, but the one on my back is by my spine, my spine is something I never want to mess with, so I never got it taken care of. I got it the same night dad came home and I was in the kitchen, the one night i tried to fight him back because he had a knife,I thought I was going to die, we struggles and he ended up slicing me along my lower spinal bone to the but. He looked shocked, but then dropped the knife and left me there. Mom came home later and saw me, she called and ambulance. I told them all that I fell on the knife but they didn’t believe me, they kept me under suicide watch, mom thought I was troubled. After I was released she tried to get me to open up to her, when I wouldn’t she sent me to therapy. I tried to convince her that therapy worked by hiding all my other wounds until we moved.”
The balcony door shattered as soon as I was done and there was blood running down Evan’s hand.
“Evan where are you going?” Ethan yelled getting up to go after him as he walked over all the blood glass, ignoring his hand and going inside.
I got up and followed Ethan.
Evan stopped by the front door and turn around facing up, blooding still dripping from his hand as it had pieces of glass lodged in it.
“I’m going to finish what mom started, I’m going to kill the fucker!” Evan yelled. Ethan rushed over and grabbed his upper arms trying to calm him down as Quinn, my mother and Rae rushed into the room.
At the same time my phone started to ring. I looked at my phone screen and saw it was the hospital.
“Hello?” I answer, wondering why they were calling me since I just left.
“Hallo. Mr. Radley, sind wir nur anrufen, Ihnen zu sagen, dass sie aufwachen, wie Sie angewiesen.” The voice of the nurse I dealt with at the reception desk before leaving said.
“Danke. Ich werde gleich da.” I hung up.
“Evan, you might want to hold that thought, Shantel is awake.” Everyone turned and looked t me in amazement.
Yes it’s a miracle.
It may not be when you want it to happen or at the appointed time that you hope something to happen, but hears and he answers. I prayed every minute of each day that I sat by her bed that she would wake up, that she wouldn’t die. I have never been of huge faith like my mother, but when in time of desperation, it helps to look to someone else for hope, for strength. And today I learned that, God answers prayers.
There is power in praying.
~~~Author’s Note~~~
Welllllll??????
DID ANYONE SEE THIS COMING???
TATIYANA?????? OMG OMG!!! I WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND SAVE HER. THAT WAS GRUESOME!!!!
SHANTEL AND TATTY HAD A HARD LIFE AND EDWARD MADE IT EVEN WORST?
EVAN????? NO WORDS!!!! IM CONVINVED HE’S BIPOLAR BAHAHAHAHAH!
OMG BRYCE! I WANT TO HUG THE POOR LAD. I WOULD HATE TO HAVE WITNESSED THAT AND THEN HAVE THE BURDEN TO PROTECT EVERYONE!!!
IM TIRED JUST THINKING ABOUT POOR BRYCE. I HOPE HE GETS A HAPPY ENDING!!!
I WILL THROW MYSELF THROUGH THE COMPUTER SCREEN MYSELF JUST TO MAKE SURE HE GETS ONE. HAAA!!