The Titleless Story, chapter 15
"Excuse me, but are you with a Lindsey Larson?" a doctor emerged into a room with a little clipboard and one hand in his coat. Joey nodded and the doctor took a seat next to him.
"It seems as though she suffered a minor panic attack, probably due to stress, but the cause is still unknown. That's the good news," at that, all our faces dropped that there was bad news. "I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but at the time that she was at lack of oxygen, the baby died. We are terribly sorry, but she had lost the baby before she even reached the hospital."
>Minni's POV<
I stayed outside the room Lindsey was in. I wanted to be there for Joey, when he came out. He was heart broken at he had lost his pride and joy. Now we had nothing to be happy about in our lives. Trey had gone ballistic on Nikki, and now they were drifting even further apart. It seemed as though nothing could save them from the end. Nothing could save Brandon and I as well. I shook my head in disbelief. Even our relationship was having its bumps, not enough to tear us apart, but enough to start to rip it. The connection all of us shared was slowly starting to disappear, like a virus was eating away our friendship. It's funny that after nearly two years that your life can go from bad, to good, to bad, back to good, then back to bad, then worse. Uh!! So confusing. But, I guess my mom was right. A long time ago, when I had my first break-up she had talked to me.
***7 years ago***
I can distinctly remember coming home from my ex's house alone. The last time I lived in California, and was living with my mom. Jason lived next door, and I had yet to meet Lindsey.
"Mom, why is love so mean?" I asked. She pulled off her apron from cooking and sat down at the table.
"What do you mean Meloney?" she asked handing me a cup of hot coco. I sat down across from her and took a sip.
"... Chris broke up with me," I quietly said. She folded her arms on the table and leaned over. At the time, my mom was still cool. It was only a few months after the divorce.
"And why would he do that?" she asked smirking to herself. I rolled my eyes and put the cup to my mouth.
"Cause' he's an ass," I said before taking another swig. She laughed silently and shook her head.
"You know that's what I said when you're dad and I split." She laughed. I smiled, but then frowned. They always looked so happy together. So did Chris and I.
"Meloney, honey, love is complicated, and it usually doesn't last long, especially for your age. I hate to tell you, but only a lucky few get to experience true and life long love. It's just a simple fact, dear." She sighed. I nodded slowly in agreement. What she said was harsh, but she was right. Love doesn't last. Even if it looks like it might.
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"Excuse me, but are you with a Lindsey Larson?" a doctor emerged into a room with a little clipboard and one hand in his coat. Joey nodded and the doctor took a seat next to him.
"It seems as though she suffered a minor panic attack, probably due to stress, but the cause is still unknown. That's the good news," at that, all our faces dropped that there was bad news. "I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but at the time that she was at lack of oxygen, the baby died. We are terribly sorry, but she had lost the baby before she even reached the hospital."
>Minni's POV<
I stayed outside the room Lindsey was in. I wanted to be there for Joey, when he came out. He was heart broken at he had lost his pride and joy. Now we had nothing to be happy about in our lives. Trey had gone ballistic on Nikki, and now they were drifting even further apart. It seemed as though nothing could save them from the end. Nothing could save Brandon and I as well. I shook my head in disbelief. Even our relationship was having its bumps, not enough to tear us apart, but enough to start to rip it. The connection all of us shared was slowly starting to disappear, like a virus was eating away our friendship. It's funny that after nearly two years that your life can go from bad, to good, to bad, back to good, then back to bad, then worse. Uh!! So confusing. But, I guess my mom was right. A long time ago, when I had my first break-up she had talked to me.
***7 years ago***
I can distinctly remember coming home from my ex's house alone. The last time I lived in California, and was living with my mom. Jason lived next door, and I had yet to meet Lindsey.
"Mom, why is love so mean?" I asked. She pulled off her apron from cooking and sat down at the table.
"What do you mean Meloney?" she asked handing me a cup of hot coco. I sat down across from her and took a sip.
"... Chris broke up with me," I quietly said. She folded her arms on the table and leaned over. At the time, my mom was still cool. It was only a few months after the divorce.
"And why would he do that?" she asked smirking to herself. I rolled my eyes and put the cup to my mouth.
"Cause' he's an ass," I said before taking another swig. She laughed silently and shook her head.
"You know that's what I said when you're dad and I split." She laughed. I smiled, but then frowned. They always looked so happy together. So did Chris and I.
"Meloney, honey, love is complicated, and it usually doesn't last long, especially for your age. I hate to tell you, but only a lucky few get to experience true and life long love. It's just a simple fact, dear." She sighed. I nodded slowly in agreement. What she said was harsh, but she was right. Love doesn't last. Even if it looks like it might.
"Life is short- a cliché that people use to often. But they're right you know. Life is short. You never know when someone you love is going to just, leave and, snap, like that, your life is never the same. Everything happens for a reason. But what reason was this? You'll never know until it happens, but there is never a way to know what will happen. It just comes like that. Unexpected, and rarely enjoyed. Everything you ever wanted, taken away from you in just a moment. In a moment, everything can change... "
Great! I'm starting to sound like my mom! Fricking hell! My words sting my mind like I'm my own psychiatrist. Damnit. I'm confusing myself. Oh, please save me from myself.
"Minni," Joey sat right beside me outside Lindsey's hospital room. Across the hall, I saw a lady in a bed holding a little baby with her husband standing right next to her.
"How is it, Joey, that our lives are like this?" I asked pulling my jacket tighter around me. He shook his head and sighed out heavily.
"I don't know anything anymore, Lindsey... " he looked at me and closed his eyes for a moment. "Lindsey won't forgive herself." He bit his lip and I saw a tear escape his eye. "She doesn't know what to do either. I'm so lost Minni," he opened his eyes and broke down right there. I don't think I've ever seen a guy cry this much. I held him in my arms as he cried so hard. I looked up to someone I didn't expect to show up.
"Um, hi Trey," I mumbled threw my light tears. Joey slowly broke away and gave a little wave before wiping his face with a hand. He stood up and shared a small hug with Trey before walking back to the lobby.
"Hey Trey," I said softly. He smiled weakly before helping me up.
"I heard the news," he said hugging me. I nodded and wiped away a single tear that was in my eye. I smiled and laughed weakly.
"Look at me, I'm such a mess," we started walking towards the family room where we could talk.
"I'm in a bigger one," he sighed. I nodded and looked up at him.
"I know, about the fight you and Nikki had," he bit his lip and slowly nodded.
"I don't know what come over me," he put a hand on his forehead for a second before slapping it.
"She's waiting in there you know," I stopped in front of the waiting room and pointed to the handle. He smiled and scratched the top of his head and ran a hand threw his hair. What? Did all the guys do that when they were frustrated? How funny, I've found another word for The Lingo. "Alone," I continued. He smiled nervously and stepped to the door, but turned around and gave me a bear hug.
"Trey, you're crushing my ribs... " he smiled into my shoulder and put me down. He kissed my forehead and smiled an "imitation Joey".
"Thank you Minni," he whispered. I smiled and shrugged.
"What can I say?" he smirked at this. I raised my eyebrows in question.
"Say you're the only one that makes some sense around here," he smiled and turned the handle on the door. He tipped an imaginary hat before closing the door.
>Nikki's POV<
I looked up from my magazine and saw Trey entering the room. Great, just the person I want to talk to.
"You're wasting your time Trey," I sighed. I could see his every expression, so he couldn't hide anything from me. He looked drained from sleep, as well as hurt. The whole right side of his face was bright pink, from where I had hit him. Right then, I felt guilty. I put down my magazine and he weakly smiled.
"Nikki, please let me talk," he sat down across me and I folded my arms in front of me. I wasn't going to forgive him that quickly.
"I know what I did was wrong. There is no easy way of explaining the way I acted. So the only way I can put it is that I'm sorry," he gazed into my eyes for forgiveness. I sighed and shook my head.
"It's not going to be that easy Trey," he looked down, embarrassed by defeat. Major ego boost for me, but the angel in me kicked me hard in the back for that. "But, we'll see," he looked up, happy for compromise. I rolled my eyes and he stood up.
"Where are you off too in such a hurry?" he shook his head and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he turned to exit but I stopped him.
"How can you be so sure?" he turned his head slightly to answer.
"I'm just smart like that." With that he left me slightly confused.
"It seems as though she suffered a minor panic attack, probably due to stress, but the cause is still unknown. That's the good news," at that, all our faces dropped that there was bad news. "I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but at the time that she was at lack of oxygen, the baby died. We are terribly sorry, but she had lost the baby before she even reached the hospital."
>Minni's POV<
I stayed outside the room Lindsey was in. I wanted to be there for Joey, when he came out. He was heart broken at he had lost his pride and joy. Now we had nothing to be happy about in our lives. Trey had gone ballistic on Nikki, and now they were drifting even further apart. It seemed as though nothing could save them from the end. Nothing could save Brandon and I as well. I shook my head in disbelief. Even our relationship was having its bumps, not enough to tear us apart, but enough to start to rip it. The connection all of us shared was slowly starting to disappear, like a virus was eating away our friendship. It's funny that after nearly two years that your life can go from bad, to good, to bad, back to good, then back to bad, then worse. Uh!! So confusing. But, I guess my mom was right. A long time ago, when I had my first break-up she had talked to me.
***7 years ago***
I can distinctly remember coming home from my ex's house alone. The last time I lived in California, and was living with my mom. Jason lived next door, and I had yet to meet Lindsey.
"Mom, why is love so mean?" I asked. She pulled off her apron from cooking and sat down at the table.
"What do you mean Meloney?" she asked handing me a cup of hot coco. I sat down across from her and took a sip.
"... Chris broke up with me," I quietly said. She folded her arms on the table and leaned over. At the time, my mom was still cool. It was only a few months after the divorce.
"And why would he do that?" she asked smirking to herself. I rolled my eyes and put the cup to my mouth.
"Cause' he's an ass," I said before taking another swig. She laughed silently and shook her head.
"You know that's what I said when you're dad and I split." She laughed. I smiled, but then frowned. They always looked so happy together. So did Chris and I.
"Meloney, honey, love is complicated, and it usually doesn't last long, especially for your age. I hate to tell you, but only a lucky few get to experience true and life long love. It's just a simple fact, dear." She sighed. I nodded slowly in agreement. What she said was harsh, but she was right. Love doesn't last. Even if it looks like it might.
*********************************
"Excuse me, but are you with a Lindsey Larson?" a doctor emerged into a room with a little clipboard and one hand in his coat. Joey nodded and the doctor took a seat next to him.
"It seems as though she suffered a minor panic attack, probably due to stress, but the cause is still unknown. That's the good news," at that, all our faces dropped that there was bad news. "I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but at the time that she was at lack of oxygen, the baby died. We are terribly sorry, but she had lost the baby before she even reached the hospital."
>Minni's POV<
I stayed outside the room Lindsey was in. I wanted to be there for Joey, when he came out. He was heart broken at he had lost his pride and joy. Now we had nothing to be happy about in our lives. Trey had gone ballistic on Nikki, and now they were drifting even further apart. It seemed as though nothing could save them from the end. Nothing could save Brandon and I as well. I shook my head in disbelief. Even our relationship was having its bumps, not enough to tear us apart, but enough to start to rip it. The connection all of us shared was slowly starting to disappear, like a virus was eating away our friendship. It's funny that after nearly two years that your life can go from bad, to good, to bad, back to good, then back to bad, then worse. Uh!! So confusing. But, I guess my mom was right. A long time ago, when I had my first break-up she had talked to me.
***7 years ago***
I can distinctly remember coming home from my ex's house alone. The last time I lived in California, and was living with my mom. Jason lived next door, and I had yet to meet Lindsey.
"Mom, why is love so mean?" I asked. She pulled off her apron from cooking and sat down at the table.
"What do you mean Meloney?" she asked handing me a cup of hot coco. I sat down across from her and took a sip.
"... Chris broke up with me," I quietly said. She folded her arms on the table and leaned over. At the time, my mom was still cool. It was only a few months after the divorce.
"And why would he do that?" she asked smirking to herself. I rolled my eyes and put the cup to my mouth.
"Cause' he's an ass," I said before taking another swig. She laughed silently and shook her head.
"You know that's what I said when you're dad and I split." She laughed. I smiled, but then frowned. They always looked so happy together. So did Chris and I.
"Meloney, honey, love is complicated, and it usually doesn't last long, especially for your age. I hate to tell you, but only a lucky few get to experience true and life long love. It's just a simple fact, dear." She sighed. I nodded slowly in agreement. What she said was harsh, but she was right. Love doesn't last. Even if it looks like it might.
"Life is short- a cliché that people use to often. But they're right you know. Life is short. You never know when someone you love is going to just, leave and, snap, like that, your life is never the same. Everything happens for a reason. But what reason was this? You'll never know until it happens, but there is never a way to know what will happen. It just comes like that. Unexpected, and rarely enjoyed. Everything you ever wanted, taken away from you in just a moment. In a moment, everything can change... "
Great! I'm starting to sound like my mom! Fricking hell! My words sting my mind like I'm my own psychiatrist. Damnit. I'm confusing myself. Oh, please save me from myself.
"Minni," Joey sat right beside me outside Lindsey's hospital room. Across the hall, I saw a lady in a bed holding a little baby with her husband standing right next to her.
"How is it, Joey, that our lives are like this?" I asked pulling my jacket tighter around me. He shook his head and sighed out heavily.
"I don't know anything anymore, Lindsey... " he looked at me and closed his eyes for a moment. "Lindsey won't forgive herself." He bit his lip and I saw a tear escape his eye. "She doesn't know what to do either. I'm so lost Minni," he opened his eyes and broke down right there. I don't think I've ever seen a guy cry this much. I held him in my arms as he cried so hard. I looked up to someone I didn't expect to show up.
"Um, hi Trey," I mumbled threw my light tears. Joey slowly broke away and gave a little wave before wiping his face with a hand. He stood up and shared a small hug with Trey before walking back to the lobby.
"Hey Trey," I said softly. He smiled weakly before helping me up.
"I heard the news," he said hugging me. I nodded and wiped away a single tear that was in my eye. I smiled and laughed weakly.
"Look at me, I'm such a mess," we started walking towards the family room where we could talk.
"I'm in a bigger one," he sighed. I nodded and looked up at him.
"I know, about the fight you and Nikki had," he bit his lip and slowly nodded.
"I don't know what come over me," he put a hand on his forehead for a second before slapping it.
"She's waiting in there you know," I stopped in front of the waiting room and pointed to the handle. He smiled and scratched the top of his head and ran a hand threw his hair. What? Did all the guys do that when they were frustrated? How funny, I've found another word for The Lingo. "Alone," I continued. He smiled nervously and stepped to the door, but turned around and gave me a bear hug.
"Trey, you're crushing my ribs... " he smiled into my shoulder and put me down. He kissed my forehead and smiled an "imitation Joey".
"Thank you Minni," he whispered. I smiled and shrugged.
"What can I say?" he smirked at this. I raised my eyebrows in question.
"Say you're the only one that makes some sense around here," he smiled and turned the handle on the door. He tipped an imaginary hat before closing the door.
>Nikki's POV<
I looked up from my magazine and saw Trey entering the room. Great, just the person I want to talk to.
"You're wasting your time Trey," I sighed. I could see his every expression, so he couldn't hide anything from me. He looked drained from sleep, as well as hurt. The whole right side of his face was bright pink, from where I had hit him. Right then, I felt guilty. I put down my magazine and he weakly smiled.
"Nikki, please let me talk," he sat down across me and I folded my arms in front of me. I wasn't going to forgive him that quickly.
"I know what I did was wrong. There is no easy way of explaining the way I acted. So the only way I can put it is that I'm sorry," he gazed into my eyes for forgiveness. I sighed and shook my head.
"It's not going to be that easy Trey," he looked down, embarrassed by defeat. Major ego boost for me, but the angel in me kicked me hard in the back for that. "But, we'll see," he looked up, happy for compromise. I rolled my eyes and he stood up.
"Where are you off too in such a hurry?" he shook his head and ran a hand threw his hair.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he turned to exit but I stopped him.
"How can you be so sure?" he turned his head slightly to answer.
"I'm just smart like that." With that he left me slightly confused.
