There Goes My Hero Watch Him As He Drums His Own Beat, chapter 34
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The last few weeks of the pregnancy were the same. I'd panic, Tré would try and calm me down, and I cried about the way I looked. He would cheer me up.
As daylight was shining and everything seemed top notch in the house all I could hear was Tré mumbling about having to go the bank.
"How much do you need babe?" I asked him as he flicked through his many credit cards and photos of family and friends.
"Just enough so when my little cutie is born that no sneaky peaky pictures are out before you can say like a rat does cheese," he cooed to my swollen stomach.
There was a slight tinge of pain...but before I could mention it to Tré it was gone.
At the bank the queue seemed to drag on...and so did that pain. I could feel Tré's anticipation to hurry up and get the cash so security could do their silver service part at the hospital.
Suddenly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EVERYBODY GET DOWN TO THE GROUND THIS IS A ROBBERY!" a young man holding a 9 millimetre magnum hand gun in the air and dressed as a business person screamed and moved to one side.
Panic stricken all the people at the bank and I sensed something was about to unravel and I was right.
It came to me like a ton of bricks...I was about to go into labour while the robbery was in motion.
"YOU!! UNLOCK ALL YOUR SAFES AND VAULTS AND NO ONE MAKE A MOVE OR YOU'LL BE LEAVING IN A FUCKING BODY BAG!!" the young vigilante stated to all of us.
Tré was holding on to me like I was his prized possession and with tears streaming down my face I looked to him and told him of the news.
"Frank...I think the baby's coming," I sobbed and whispered to him.
He looked deeply into my eyes and looked towards the thief. No...he wasn't going to. I'm not going to let him run and be killed. It was my life he wasn't going to live for.
I slowly got up and ran as fast as I could. The crowed screamed and everything seemed to go into slow motion.
All I could hear was Tré screaming my name and the crook flashing his gun violently to me then.
I stopped.
My hands were now under my chest line and my breath was becoming short. I moved my hands from my chest. Blood. I was shot.
"JANET...NO!! NOT LIKE THIS!!"
Tré slid towards me as the crook stood in utter shock and disbelief. Did he mean to shoot me or was it a plan-gone wrong. As I remained breathless my pain didn't cease. A woman sprinted towards Tré and me. It was a receptionist that worked at the GP we went to. Her voice sounded familiar.
"How many months is she?" she asked quickly.
"She's due in three days, but she thinks it's ready to come now."
"Ok Janet, it's Martha from your GP hun. Listen I need you to be a brave girl and push for me, ok. I know you're tired and you've been shot but we need to get the baby out. Ok PUSH!!"
The pain was agonising and most of the people backed off and cried in silence as I was performing my last duties to Tré and myself. Tré stayed by my side until...this part of this story is hard to talk about and I think the future generation should tell it. But I know your mind is curious to know I gave birth to a healthy 7-pound baby girl. I don't know her name as...I never made it after she was born. The bullet and the stress of birth had killed me.
As I laid dying with the baby bundled in Martha's shawl and a gentleman's overall I whispered my last words to Tré.
"I know we went through some tough times but I want you to know that...since the first day I saw you, I knew that we would somehow be together...you filled me with happiness, pleasure, peace and understanding just from a single kiss. Please I want you to move on, help my baby move on through life knowing that she has a mother always there for her."
I gave him a kiss and with the last breath sang the line of the song that has made us come closer than we were in the beginning.
"There goes my hero,
Watch him as he goes,
There goes my hero,
He's ordinary"
My name was Janet Kingston I died the 9th of November 2006 at 11:45 am and my daughter who I think Tré called Lois Jay was born.
The Adventure Lives on
As daylight was shining and everything seemed top notch in the house all I could hear was Tré mumbling about having to go the bank.
"How much do you need babe?" I asked him as he flicked through his many credit cards and photos of family and friends.
"Just enough so when my little cutie is born that no sneaky peaky pictures are out before you can say like a rat does cheese," he cooed to my swollen stomach.
There was a slight tinge of pain...but before I could mention it to Tré it was gone.
At the bank the queue seemed to drag on...and so did that pain. I could feel Tré's anticipation to hurry up and get the cash so security could do their silver service part at the hospital.
Suddenly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND EVERYBODY GET DOWN TO THE GROUND THIS IS A ROBBERY!" a young man holding a 9 millimetre magnum hand gun in the air and dressed as a business person screamed and moved to one side.
Panic stricken all the people at the bank and I sensed something was about to unravel and I was right.
It came to me like a ton of bricks...I was about to go into labour while the robbery was in motion.
"YOU!! UNLOCK ALL YOUR SAFES AND VAULTS AND NO ONE MAKE A MOVE OR YOU'LL BE LEAVING IN A FUCKING BODY BAG!!" the young vigilante stated to all of us.
Tré was holding on to me like I was his prized possession and with tears streaming down my face I looked to him and told him of the news.
"Frank...I think the baby's coming," I sobbed and whispered to him.
He looked deeply into my eyes and looked towards the thief. No...he wasn't going to. I'm not going to let him run and be killed. It was my life he wasn't going to live for.
I slowly got up and ran as fast as I could. The crowed screamed and everything seemed to go into slow motion.
All I could hear was Tré screaming my name and the crook flashing his gun violently to me then.
I stopped.
My hands were now under my chest line and my breath was becoming short. I moved my hands from my chest. Blood. I was shot.
"JANET...NO!! NOT LIKE THIS!!"
Tré slid towards me as the crook stood in utter shock and disbelief. Did he mean to shoot me or was it a plan-gone wrong. As I remained breathless my pain didn't cease. A woman sprinted towards Tré and me. It was a receptionist that worked at the GP we went to. Her voice sounded familiar.
"How many months is she?" she asked quickly.
"She's due in three days, but she thinks it's ready to come now."
"Ok Janet, it's Martha from your GP hun. Listen I need you to be a brave girl and push for me, ok. I know you're tired and you've been shot but we need to get the baby out. Ok PUSH!!"
The pain was agonising and most of the people backed off and cried in silence as I was performing my last duties to Tré and myself. Tré stayed by my side until...this part of this story is hard to talk about and I think the future generation should tell it. But I know your mind is curious to know I gave birth to a healthy 7-pound baby girl. I don't know her name as...I never made it after she was born. The bullet and the stress of birth had killed me.
As I laid dying with the baby bundled in Martha's shawl and a gentleman's overall I whispered my last words to Tré.
"I know we went through some tough times but I want you to know that...since the first day I saw you, I knew that we would somehow be together...you filled me with happiness, pleasure, peace and understanding just from a single kiss. Please I want you to move on, help my baby move on through life knowing that she has a mother always there for her."
I gave him a kiss and with the last breath sang the line of the song that has made us come closer than we were in the beginning.
"There goes my hero,
Watch him as he goes,
There goes my hero,
He's ordinary"
My name was Janet Kingston I died the 9th of November 2006 at 11:45 am and my daughter who I think Tré called Lois Jay was born.
The Adventure Lives on
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