The One And Only, chapter 2
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That night as I slept I dreamt, me... Adrienne... Car crash... Death, I tumbled and turned, I woke with a start, sweat pouring down my face, I checked beside me, thank god, she was asleep, so peaceful. I decided not to wake her; I just turned over and tried to sleep, but all I could think about was that dream, nightmare in fact! All I could hear in my head was the phone call, the dreaded call.
***
The next morning I woke up, Adrienne beside me, I got up, trudging down the stairs, I grabbed the post by the front door, as I sat at the breakfast bar, one advert caught my eye.
"The sixth sense, have a reading done now!"
I thought about the night before, nah couldn't be anything supernatural, just a bad dream!
"Want a coffee?" Adrienne asked.
"Oh god Addy, you nearly gave me a heart attack and what did I say about taking things easy!" I laughed
"Shut up you! Oh, by the way later on, I've gotta go pick something up."
"No, I'll pick it up."
"No Billie, I'm not a cripple, just pregnant, I'm picking it up."
"Ok, ok mummy!" I laughed.
"Oi you!"
Adrienne gave me a peck on the lips and grabbed her coffee and went upstairs, I followed, grabbing her from behind, slowly kissing her neck, taking her top off, we made slow but great love.
***
When I woke up, Adrienne wasn't beside me, instead a note,
"Just gone to pick up something, love u lot's Adrienne xxx"
Just as I was about to turn over the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr Armstrong?"
"Yes it is, who is it?"
"This is Oakdale hospital, I'm so sorry but we have Adrienne Armstrong here."
"Oh My God! What is her condition?"
"She is in intensive care; once again, we are so sorry!"
As soon as I heard those words the phone fell from my hand, this felt so familiar, then my dream came to mind.
***
"I'm so sorry, I'll be right over," I replied.
I pulled on some clothes, jumped down the stairs, and grabbed my keys of the breakfast bar.
"Hey that's funny; I thought I put this advert in the bin," I murmured to myself.
The sixth sense advert lay on the counter, the woman's eyes boring into mine.
As I drove to the hospital, I ran to Adrienne's bedside, she was my life, she couldn't die now! As soon as I saw her, tears welled up inside of me and I slumped to the floor, my head in my hands, why? Why her? The doctor silently ushered me outside.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Armstrong; Adrienne was hit side on by a mini bus at full speed."
"Is she going to die?" I said while tears streamed down my face.
"We can not say at the moment, but at the moment it looks like a 50/50 chance, she is a real fighter, do you have anyone you can call?"
"Yes, I will contact them straight away, if you need me I'll be in my office."
"Thank you doctor."
The doctor walked away, and I fell to the floor, why me? My life flashing before
My eyes, our life. What could I do, if I could trade my life with hers, I would! I walked back to her bedside, I held her hand, thought back to this morning, the love we shared. I knew I should have gone, saved her from this, it was my fault.
I phoned Adrienne's mum and she came right away, when I saw her, I fell into her arms, tears streaming down my face, I wanted to make everything better, wanted to see Adrinne smile.
As I came home, I thought back to my dream, maybe it's supernatural, a premonition of some sort, if it was Adrienne was not going to die. As I slumped into my chair, a bottle of whiskey in one hand a picture of me and Adrienne in the other. As I slept that night, every time I turned over I expected to cuddle a lump, but tonight I cuddled the darkness.
That night as I slept I dreamt, me... Adrienne... Car crash... Death, I tumbled and turned, I woke with a start, sweat pouring down my face, I checked beside me, thank god, she was asleep, so peaceful. I decided not to wake her; I just turned over and tried to sleep, but all I could think about was that dream, nightmare in fact! All I could hear in my head was the phone call, the dreaded call.
***
The next morning I woke up, Adrienne beside me, I got up, trudging down the stairs, I grabbed the post by the front door, as I sat at the breakfast bar, one advert caught my eye.
"The sixth sense, have a reading done now!"
I thought about the night before, nah couldn't be anything supernatural, just a bad dream!
"Want a coffee?" Adrienne asked.
"Oh god Addy, you nearly gave me a heart attack and what did I say about taking things easy!" I laughed
"Shut up you! Oh, by the way later on, I've gotta go pick something up."
"No, I'll pick it up."
"No Billie, I'm not a cripple, just pregnant, I'm picking it up."
"Ok, ok mummy!" I laughed.
"Oi you!"
Adrienne gave me a peck on the lips and grabbed her coffee and went upstairs, I followed, grabbing her from behind, slowly kissing her neck, taking her top off, we made slow but great love.
***
When I woke up, Adrienne wasn't beside me, instead a note,
"Just gone to pick up something, love u lot's Adrienne xxx"
Just as I was about to turn over the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr Armstrong?"
"Yes it is, who is it?"
"This is Oakdale hospital, I'm so sorry but we have Adrienne Armstrong here."
"Oh My God! What is her condition?"
"She is in intensive care; once again, we are so sorry!"
As soon as I heard those words the phone fell from my hand, this felt so familiar, then my dream came to mind.
***
"I'm so sorry, I'll be right over," I replied.
I pulled on some clothes, jumped down the stairs, and grabbed my keys of the breakfast bar.
"Hey that's funny; I thought I put this advert in the bin," I murmured to myself.
The sixth sense advert lay on the counter, the woman's eyes boring into mine.
As I drove to the hospital, I ran to Adrienne's bedside, she was my life, she couldn't die now! As soon as I saw her, tears welled up inside of me and I slumped to the floor, my head in my hands, why? Why her? The doctor silently ushered me outside.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Armstrong; Adrienne was hit side on by a mini bus at full speed."
"Is she going to die?" I said while tears streamed down my face.
"We can not say at the moment, but at the moment it looks like a 50/50 chance, she is a real fighter, do you have anyone you can call?"
"Yes, I will contact them straight away, if you need me I'll be in my office."
"Thank you doctor."
The doctor walked away, and I fell to the floor, why me? My life flashing before
My eyes, our life. What could I do, if I could trade my life with hers, I would! I walked back to her bedside, I held her hand, thought back to this morning, the love we shared. I knew I should have gone, saved her from this, it was my fault.
I phoned Adrienne's mum and she came right away, when I saw her, I fell into her arms, tears streaming down my face, I wanted to make everything better, wanted to see Adrinne smile.
As I came home, I thought back to my dream, maybe it's supernatural, a premonition of some sort, if it was Adrienne was not going to die. As I slumped into my chair, a bottle of whiskey in one hand a picture of me and Adrienne in the other. As I slept that night, every time I turned over I expected to cuddle a lump, but tonight I cuddled the darkness.
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