Why Is Life So Hard, Lizzy?, chapter 11
A slow tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped away the tear, then shut the photo album. I looked down at my stomach, then placed my hand on it. I was to have a little girl. Frankita Maria Hope I. It had been about 7 months since Frankito went into the hospital and then Rehab. He was across town at the Sundance Hills Rehab Institution. "Where all your problems are puffed away!" 0_o Weird name for Rehab. I told Franky I would never let go, so I hadn't. I thought of him constantly. Kinda hard not to when you are baring his babe. I smiled to myself.
I got up from the table and went into my room. My room was huge. It had to be, to accommodate the baby. The crib was there. I had my ½ of the closet and my baby had hers. Books lye everywhere, bed unmaid, but it was home. My mom, dad, brothers, Tre, Mike, nor my Friends turned on my and Franky because of the fact we were gonna have a baby. They celebrated.
I layed down on my bed and shut my eyes. "Where'd you go? I miss you so, seems like it's been forever, that you been gone!" I sang to myself. I longed for Franky to sweep me into his arms and tell me it was alright. Although my parents understood everything, they forbid me to see Franky at rehab. I didn't understand why. 7 months is an awfully long time to be away from the one that you love.
"I gotta do somethin" I said to myself.
Dragging me and my tired self outta bed, I grabbed my keyes and headed out the door.
"Where you going?" my dad asked. He was coming inside.
"Shopping. Gonna meet 'Stelle." I lied.
My dad smiled, kissed my forehead, and kept on walkin'. As soon as I was in the car, I dialed 'Stelle, and told her to cover for me. I was mad at 'Stelle for a while for doing my boyfriend, but I had to move past it, better yet, I HAD to move past it.
"Okay' she replied.
I backed out and sped off. I phoned the Rehab center for closing times. "Oh, no ma'am, we're an all day facility. You may come and go as you please"
"Thanks"
I hung up the phone and kept on. My heart was thudding harshly against my ribs. I couldn't wait to see him. I pulled in, parked, and went inside. At the front desk, I asked for "Frankito Wright" "Oh, room 352, but there having "recess", you might say, right now, and that is in the quiet room. Second left down the hall, that way." she said, pointing. "Okay, thanks."
I started walking, slowly at first, before I sped up. I found the doorway with "Quiet Room" on it. I took a deep breath, and shoved open the door. Walking in, I saw only white jumpsuit everywhere, and dead silence. It... Really was quiet. No one looked up. One of the doctors overseeing the crowd, came over to me. "Ma'am, who are you looking for?"
"Fr... Frankito..."
"Wright?"
"Yes, do you know Where he is?"
"Just right over there. He's never had a visitor, so this is a surprise." the doctor said, before continuing on. "So, how are you aquatinted with this young man?"
"His wi... Girlfriend. I'm pregnant with his child." I replied.
"Oh, you must be Liz. He speaks of you all the time, He's been wondering of his baby. He calls out your name at night sometimes, it echoes through the halls"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. The doctor cleared his throat.
"May I ask you the name of your child?" he asked.
"Frankito Maria Hope Wright I" I replied.
He nodded.
"After him then? Only.. For a girl, right?"
"Yes, due in about 3 ½ weeks. December 7th"
"Winter baby."
"Mmhmm"
I looked over at Frankito, he was just sitting there in his chair, his head down, reading, his back towards me. I turned back to the doctor.
"Dr. May I have a word with you in the hall for a moment?" He nodded in reply and we walked out.
I looked into the doctors eyes and said "Dr. I want him to be there the day Frankita is born, Him to be there to hold her when she is born. I.. I can't go through this alone. Tell me, when can he go home?"
The doctor stared at me for a moment, then spoke
"Liz, to tel you the truth, I have never seen a man love a woman, and live on the hopes of their future, as much as I've seen Frankito do. He told me one day, flat out "Dr. My Liz, and my baby, is what keep me goin' I want to be right, and do right for the sake of my family I would take down the stars in the sky for Liz, and the moon for my baby" and I believe him. He shows it everyday. Come take a quick look at his room."
I nodded.
We walked the hall a bit and stopped outside his room. The doctor opened the door and my jaw dropped. Frankito had used multi-chalks and pastels to create a very exquisite photo of my with the baby nestled in my arms, and Frankito encircling us both, as if to be a shield to keep us from harm.
"See..." the doctor said.
Tears came flooding to my eyes. He shut the door and turned to me. "Liz... Frankito is ready for checkout."
I nodded, putting a hand to my mouth and tears flowing down my cheeks.
We walked back to the Quiet room and stood outside it once more.
"You may go see him now." he said, motioning toward the door.
"Thank-You, for everything." I replied.
He nodded.
As I was entering the room, the doctor called out "Have a great life, you've both earned it"
I smiled. I went walking up behind him. I took a deep breath, then placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Franky..."
He slowly turned his head up to look at me, with his deep blue eyes, Where tears filled his eyelids. His smile had never more beautiful, as the one he gave me.
I got up from the table and went into my room. My room was huge. It had to be, to accommodate the baby. The crib was there. I had my ½ of the closet and my baby had hers. Books lye everywhere, bed unmaid, but it was home. My mom, dad, brothers, Tre, Mike, nor my Friends turned on my and Franky because of the fact we were gonna have a baby. They celebrated.
I layed down on my bed and shut my eyes. "Where'd you go? I miss you so, seems like it's been forever, that you been gone!" I sang to myself. I longed for Franky to sweep me into his arms and tell me it was alright. Although my parents understood everything, they forbid me to see Franky at rehab. I didn't understand why. 7 months is an awfully long time to be away from the one that you love.
"I gotta do somethin" I said to myself.
Dragging me and my tired self outta bed, I grabbed my keyes and headed out the door.
"Where you going?" my dad asked. He was coming inside.
"Shopping. Gonna meet 'Stelle." I lied.
My dad smiled, kissed my forehead, and kept on walkin'. As soon as I was in the car, I dialed 'Stelle, and told her to cover for me. I was mad at 'Stelle for a while for doing my boyfriend, but I had to move past it, better yet, I HAD to move past it.
"Okay' she replied.
I backed out and sped off. I phoned the Rehab center for closing times. "Oh, no ma'am, we're an all day facility. You may come and go as you please"
"Thanks"
I hung up the phone and kept on. My heart was thudding harshly against my ribs. I couldn't wait to see him. I pulled in, parked, and went inside. At the front desk, I asked for "Frankito Wright" "Oh, room 352, but there having "recess", you might say, right now, and that is in the quiet room. Second left down the hall, that way." she said, pointing. "Okay, thanks."
I started walking, slowly at first, before I sped up. I found the doorway with "Quiet Room" on it. I took a deep breath, and shoved open the door. Walking in, I saw only white jumpsuit everywhere, and dead silence. It... Really was quiet. No one looked up. One of the doctors overseeing the crowd, came over to me. "Ma'am, who are you looking for?"
"Fr... Frankito..."
"Wright?"
"Yes, do you know Where he is?"
"Just right over there. He's never had a visitor, so this is a surprise." the doctor said, before continuing on. "So, how are you aquatinted with this young man?"
"His wi... Girlfriend. I'm pregnant with his child." I replied.
"Oh, you must be Liz. He speaks of you all the time, He's been wondering of his baby. He calls out your name at night sometimes, it echoes through the halls"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. The doctor cleared his throat.
"May I ask you the name of your child?" he asked.
"Frankito Maria Hope Wright I" I replied.
He nodded.
"After him then? Only.. For a girl, right?"
"Yes, due in about 3 ½ weeks. December 7th"
"Winter baby."
"Mmhmm"
I looked over at Frankito, he was just sitting there in his chair, his head down, reading, his back towards me. I turned back to the doctor.
"Dr. May I have a word with you in the hall for a moment?" He nodded in reply and we walked out.
I looked into the doctors eyes and said "Dr. I want him to be there the day Frankita is born, Him to be there to hold her when she is born. I.. I can't go through this alone. Tell me, when can he go home?"
The doctor stared at me for a moment, then spoke
"Liz, to tel you the truth, I have never seen a man love a woman, and live on the hopes of their future, as much as I've seen Frankito do. He told me one day, flat out "Dr. My Liz, and my baby, is what keep me goin' I want to be right, and do right for the sake of my family I would take down the stars in the sky for Liz, and the moon for my baby" and I believe him. He shows it everyday. Come take a quick look at his room."
I nodded.
We walked the hall a bit and stopped outside his room. The doctor opened the door and my jaw dropped. Frankito had used multi-chalks and pastels to create a very exquisite photo of my with the baby nestled in my arms, and Frankito encircling us both, as if to be a shield to keep us from harm.
"See..." the doctor said.
Tears came flooding to my eyes. He shut the door and turned to me. "Liz... Frankito is ready for checkout."
I nodded, putting a hand to my mouth and tears flowing down my cheeks.
We walked back to the Quiet room and stood outside it once more.
"You may go see him now." he said, motioning toward the door.
"Thank-You, for everything." I replied.
He nodded.
As I was entering the room, the doctor called out "Have a great life, you've both earned it"
I smiled. I went walking up behind him. I took a deep breath, then placed my hand on his shoulder.
"Franky..."
He slowly turned his head up to look at me, with his deep blue eyes, Where tears filled his eyelids. His smile had never more beautiful, as the one he gave me.
