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Post by strizzy on Nov 24, 2006 7:05:56 GMT 10
Brilliant update!!!
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Post by starbuck on Nov 24, 2006 7:08:18 GMT 10
Great update!!!
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Post by bostongirl on Nov 24, 2006 8:06:05 GMT 10
You really don't want to know how glad I am that you all like it cause I was a little frantic about it in the first place. But...someone already stole my idea with the police protection program so I think it's good. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Birthday cake and tears.
It’s early in the morning when I hear stumbling in the kitchen. I open my eyes and decide that 6 in the morning is too early for me. I pass Susen her room and think of what will happen tonight, can she handle this?
In the kitchen I find Susen making coffee. “Morning Susie q.” I say and lay one hand on her shoulder. “Morning.” She says with a smile on her face. “Your up early. Couldn’t sleep any longer?” I ask when I reach out for a coffee muck. “No. I’ve a really strong feeling that there is something good going to happen today.” She says and again smiles at me. I need to act normal, I can’t tell her. I think by myself. “Could be.” Is all I say before I put my muck to my mouth and take a sip of the coffee she made. “Breakfast?” She asks when she shows me a plate with pancakes. “I can’t resist your pancakes Susen. Come on we’ll eat them all before the others will wake.” I say and smile. She’s such a fine young woman.
We each eat 8 pancakes, a hell of a breakfast but it was fun. She talked and talked and told me what her idea of a family was. She’s glowing and I don’t know why. I don’t ask cause she will tell it if she wants to.
It’s 10 when she tells me she’s out to do some groceries at the shop nearby. I react that she doesn’t need to do the shopping that I can do it so she can concentrate on her party but she doesn’t let me. I’m chickened out what if that’s the shop were Abby works? She will notice right away. Both of them will. I go to the living room were I find John and Kem watching the news. “John? Can we talk?” I ask him. “Now?” John answers. “Yeah now.” I say and walk away. I hear him following me. I go outside to make sure no-one will hear us. “What’s up Susan?” John asks as we stand outside. “Susen is going to a shop nearby. What if?” I say to him. “There are so many more shops then that one. If she’s going to that one she will meet her mom earlier then we planned.” He says to calm me down. “But what..” I can’t end my line cause Carter puts a finger on my lips. “It will be ok Susan really.” He says and turns around to walk back in.
She’s gone for an hour and I’m passing in the kitchen constantly looking out of the window to see if she’s coming in. Chuck asked what I was doing and I told him I was waiting for the mail man from UPS with Susen her present.
After an hour and twenty long minutes I see her walking up to the house, carrying a bag from the store were Abby works. Shit. She looks ok though.
“Aunt Susan were are you?” She screams as she enters the house. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Susen?” I say after I opened the kitchen door. “We need a talk.” She says looking at me. “O ok.” I play innocent. She heads upstairs and I follow her. We enter her bedroom and she shuts the door when I’m in. “You! You lied. My whole life is one big lie.” She screams. “Susen let me…” “No I won’t. You lied. My mother didn’t die she’s alive and healthy as a chicken. I met her. That’s why you didn’t wanted me to go to the shop. You are a horrible person.” She screams as tears flatter down her face. “Susen please.” I say. “No, no please. I’m not buying your crap any longer! What about my dad? Does he lives too? What did you thought when you made this up Susan? What the hell were you thinking?” She screams on and on. “Susen please calm down. I want to tell the truth but you need to calm down.” I say with my hands in my hair. “I’ll listen but the others will listen as well.” She says and storms away. I try to chase her but she’s faster and is already in the living room when I’m halfway of the stairs. I hear her screaming it out loud and I hear Abigail crying as well as Micheal. I don’t hear Chuck. My whole life falls apart right there on the 7th step of the stairs. “Mom?” I hear Abigail cry. “I’m sorry.” I say and pass her and enter the living room. Chuck looks at me with storm in his eyes and Micheal tells me he hates me. It’s all my own fault.
“Talk Susan.” Chuck says after he managed to calm Susen. “I don’t know where to start.” I cry, not one of them tries to comfort me. “Start with beginning of this big awful lie.” He says as he wipes away tears in Susen her face. “Well that’s when we went back to Chicago and took Abby with us. We reported Luka to the police for physical harassment but they said they couldn’t do a thing until he became a threat for her. He made that in a few days so we went back. They told us the only option was to cover her up in a police protection programme. A new name, a new home and a new start. She choose for that, it wasn’t mine idea really. The police told us most of these people fake their death to make sure their husband wouldn’t start searching. That’s why. Then Luka died and I had lost track of Abby so I didn’t know how to contact her or were to find her. The police said that she told them that she needed peace so they offered me Susen her custody. That all happened. But then you, Susen, started searching, finding answers and when you called John I knew it was time to come clean with all of you. So yesterday we went to the police told them the whole story and they gave us here address back. We met her and made the agreement to come clean. She was going to be here tonight at your party Susen.” I shiver cause it sounds horrible but it is the truth.
“Susan how could you even think this was the best for Susen?” Chuck says after a long silence. “Don’t blame me for all of this. The agreement was that if Susen turned 21 Abby would come clean to her and gave her the whole story. I know this wasn’t the best for Susen but what else could I’ve done Chuck. Put her in foster care? Then she never was able to get to know the truth.” I tell him. I really need a shoulder now. “I still don’t get it. That whole funeral was a fake? You mean when you were doing CPR Abby was breathing? When I was in the ambulance with her she didn’t had any vital Susan, really she didn’t! And that coffin, there was a body in it Susan.” Chuck says. “The funeral was fake. And yes when I was performing CPR Abby was breathing. In the ambulance she had vitals but you were in a shock Chuck. We have the transport report from the paramedics if you don’t believe me. There was no body in the coffin, only sand.” I say and shade away the tears I cry. Still no one comes over to comfort me they all are there for Susen and I can’t blame them.
“Aunt Susan?” Susen says after more explaining to Chuck. “Yes.” I say. “Does she loves me?” Susen asks and I notice she walked over to me. “Yeah Susen she loves you more then you can imagine.” I say and take both of her hands. “Do you love me aunt Susan?” She asks. “O Susie q. I love you with all my heart girl.” I tell her when I look into her light hazel eyes, the same as I met yesterday at her mom. “I love you too aunt Susan.” She says and grabs me. We cry together and I feel Chuck his hand on my shoulder. “It will be ok.” He says. “I love you Chuck.” I say and look at him. “I love you too Susan.” He says back and walks back to Micheal and Abigail.
I’m in the bedroom blowing of some steam. It was one hell of a afternoon. We cried, talked, cried and now all of us have some time for ourselves. Susen wanted the party get going so their will be a party tonight and Abby will be there.
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Post by strizzy on Nov 24, 2006 8:21:54 GMT 10
Nice update!!!
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Mitsi1819
Marquise of Luby
Somewhere, Somehow, I'll Find You..
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Post by Mitsi1819 on Nov 25, 2006 2:09:02 GMT 10
Great update!
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Post by bostongirl on Nov 25, 2006 6:07:41 GMT 10
She's back.
Set: A year later.
The girls are coming home for summer and I cleaned out their bedrooms and changed the sheets. Everything smells fresh and it smells like summer flowers and the sea. Chuck is picking them up at the airport and then he will put Susen off at Abby her house, just 2 blocks away now.
Things have changed so much. Abby is back at county were she’s working as a doctor. She bought a house 2 blocks away from ours and really we are close friends again.
I’ve always wished that life was good again and at last it is. Micheal is in Europe travelling and visiting Kem & Carter, Susen and Abigail are both at university and our little Hannah is sleeping upstairs in her bright pink bedroom.
I stopped working after I found out I was pregnant with little Hannah, Chuck works most of the night shifts now cause they pay better. With only Hannah at home it’s cheap living but during holiday’s when they are all at home money is more than welcome.
Crying wakes me up out of my thought. I climb up the stairs and enter the nursery. “Hey baby. Are you hungry?” I say on a sweet and low tone to my baby girl. She makes sounds and smiles. I take her out of her crib and carry her downstairs when the doorbell rings. “Coming.” I yell.
When I open the door Abby is standing there, in tears. “Abby?” I say as I walk into the hallway were she follows me. “Sorry but I was going through some photo-albums and I saw all these pics of us in the old days and it just blew me in the face.” She says as she takes a seat on the kitchen table. “Oh Abby. God you scared the crap out of me.” I say to her when I open the first set of buttons of my blouse and open my bra to feed Hannah. “Sorry for that. Suz we had so much fun. Look.” And she hands me over a picture of us in a Hawaii bar. “I remember that night.” I laugh. “Me too. You said something about a coconut bra, which was to itsy. Deb was with us, wasn’t she?” She asks. “Yeah. Didn’t she dive of the stage into the crowd?” I say when Hannah stops eating and giggles. “Yeah she did.” And we laugh. “I’ve more picture. Want to watch them?” I say as I lay a hand on hers. “Yeah great.” She says and I hand over Hannah to her as I leave to grab my ‘memories of Abby’ photo album which I made after I lost track of her.
We went through the photo album, laughed and cried. “Thanks Susan.” She says as she’s about to leave when Chuck his car pulls up on the drive way. “The girls! They are early.” I say and walk over to the car. “Hey mom.” Abigail says and hugs me gently cause I’m holding Hannah. “Welcome home sweety.” I say and kiss her hair. She grabs Hannah out of my hands and start a conversation with her baby sister. Susen is standing with Abby, hugging each other. I glance when I watch them and feel happy we have passed everything nicely. “Aunt Susen!” Susen screams and runs up to me. “Susie q!” I say and hold her in my arms. “I missed you.” She whispers in my ear. “I missed you too.” I whisper back. We stop hugging and she walks over to Abigail who’s sitting in the grass with her baby sister.
We listen to all the stories they tell us about University, boys, friends, classes and parties that we loose track of time. It’s passed midnight when I notice Susen is yawning for the third time. “Shall we continue this conversation tomorrow?” I say as I look around the table. “Yeah.” Abigail exclaims. “Susen, Abby you could stay over the night. If you like off course.” I suggest. “That sounds great.” Susen says as she looks up at Abby. “I don’t mind.” Abby says.
So when we are upstairs I hand over one of the tank tops she left behind, years ago, and clean panties. “Wow Suz. You collected the stuff I left behind?” She says when she holds her own tank top and panties. “Yeah. I even have your toothbrush.” I say and let her see it. “Wow.” She says and sees little tears coming up in my eyes. “You missed me Susan. Missed me a lot more than I could ever think of.” She says while she hugs me. “Yeah. Well in Susen I met you every day.” I say and dry my face. “I know.” Abby whispers in my ear.
We just stood there for minutes holding each other. “We should go to bed.” I say and we both start laughing. We each walk to our bedroom and wish each other good night. I check on Hannah before I open the sheets and slide next to Chuck.
He takes me into his arms and tells me that he loves me. I tell him I love him too. “Susan your happy now I can see it in every step you take.” He says and looks at me. “Yeah.” I say and think about what he just said. “It’s just that..” I don’t know what I want to say. “She’s back.” Is all I can say before I close my eyes and wonder of in sleep.
As Susen is lying in her bed she heard her mom and Susan talking in the bathroom next to her bedroom. She opens a drawer of her desks and pulls out her diary.
2nd of July 2007.
Dear Diary.
‘She’s back.’
Love Susen.
The end.
Please give me your thoughts about the whole story. Cause than I can change things in my writing in the next fanfic. This was my first fanfiction and I had quite some difficulties with writing it.
Note: As I promised I’ll tell you why Abby needed to be written back in the story.
I have two reasons, 1: Abby was the person who brought me with this story and in the beginning it wasn’t my intention to let her die or to write her out of the story but it was there were I wrote her death. After I wrote that Abby died I had a rough time updating the story cause I couldn’t find the courage to carry on with Susen being happy with out her mother. And Susan being happy without her friend. So when it finally make sense to me that Abby needed to be back in the story I started writing again and this time I wrote harder and better to make sure there was no one who wouldn’t be in pain in the story, I do not like people in pain.
Reason 2: During this story, only a week after I wrote about Abby her (fake) death my closest friend committed suicide, she died. I couldn’t cope with the whole fic any longer. I wanted to end it but I didn’t know how. When I got the ‘award’ from Rory (no offence to Rory cause I thank you for the award) I truly started to hate the fanfic. I left it on my computer but never opened the file or the fanfic thread on TDWD. I wrote some updates but they weren’t written with feeling. It was just text nothing more, nothing less. When I was able to think about my friend without crying I opened the file on my computer. I read everything and decide that Abby couldn’t have killed herself cause Abby stands for strength not for weakness. She is a fighter not a quitter. So I asked my fiancé to help me out and he came with the police protection program. It sounded good and I started writing again. When I wrote Abby back in the story I closed a chapter of a good friendship. It’s ok now. I can handle it now.
With ending this fic I close some rough time in my life and some rough time in the fic. Susan, Chuck, Abigail, Micheal, Hannah, Susen and Abby are happy now. They found each other back and love each other more than ever.
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Post by Rach :) on Nov 25, 2006 6:52:37 GMT 10
:-[im not usually a cryer but that touched me im sorry about your friend and im glad the fic ended the way it did Happily Ever After *Racho* xox Well done Ann
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Somewhere, Somehow, I'll Find You..
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Post by Mitsi1819 on Nov 25, 2006 7:10:19 GMT 10
Ohhh, that was a great ending! Such emotion is can only be 'seen' in the words of a true writer! I'm very sorry to hear about your friend... This was a verry good, no, great fanfic! Veel liefs, Min
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Post by lubyfreaky on Nov 25, 2006 20:03:22 GMT 10
That was a great ending!!!! I love this ff !!!! I´m sorry about your friend
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Post by jadestar on Nov 26, 2006 4:45:12 GMT 10
I'm really really glad you decided to put Abby back into the story... and you're right with what you said: Abby is truly a fighter so thanks for this story I'm so sorry about your friend
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Post by lubylover08 on Nov 27, 2006 1:37:36 GMT 10
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Post by bostongirl on Nov 28, 2006 5:30:56 GMT 10
Thank you all so much for your thoughts about this fanfic. Like I said, I'm really glad that I ended this fanfic in, for me, a good way. I want to thank especially Strizzy for all her help, words and replies. You've been a great help!!! Thanks!
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Post by strizzy on Nov 28, 2006 9:16:42 GMT 10
Really, really enjoyed the ending; glad everything turned out good in the end! You have done a really good job with this! I'm happy that you think that I helped you, though I really didn't do much. I hope that you keep writing,
p.s. sorry about your friend
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Post by rorygilmore on Nov 28, 2006 12:22:33 GMT 10
When I got the ‘award’ from Rory (no offence to Rory cause I thank you for the award) I truly started to hate the fanfic. I left it on my computer but never opened the file or the fanfic thread on TDWD. No offence taken. the tiny award was just to express how the way you wrote about Abby's death touched me in a way that it couldn't be ignored. Your writting skills are really good. I'm truly sorry about the lost of your friend, it must have been very hard for you keep on writting your fic when that happened. And I had no idea you had lost her by the time I played 'the most sadistic killing award', otherwise I wouldn't have ever played that game. I'm sure Abby's death remind you of your friend and I'm really, really, really, really, sry. Hugs-Rory
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Post by bostongirl on Nov 29, 2006 7:51:23 GMT 10
When I got the ‘award’ from Rory (no offence to Rory cause I thank you for the award) I truly started to hate the fanfic. I left it on my computer but never opened the file or the fanfic thread on TDWD. No offence taken. 1: the tiny award was just to express how the way you wrote about Abby's death touched me in a way that it couldn't be ignored. Your writting skills are really good. 2: I'm truly sorry about the lost of your friend, it must have been very hard for you keep on writting your fic when that happened. And I had no idea you had lost her by the time I played 'the most sadistic killing award', otherwise I wouldn't have ever played that game.I'm sure Abby's death remind you of your friend and I'm really, really, really, really, sry. Hugs-Rory 1: I knew what you meant with the award. It was just that the time you announced it hit me in the face. Looking back it's worth writting for the award! 2: It was hard but I'm glad I did it. Like I said above, I knew what you meant with the award. Don't be sorry, you couldn't know! No-one knew and no-one had to know what happened cause it didn't matter that much at that moment. It only mathered when I had to continue writting and giving the honest truth, I'm happy I did. It's some sort of closure. I thought about it, it was her choice to step back not mine so I couldn't do anything about it. First I blamed myself cause I had giving her a go with this story about Abby....but if I didn't do it someone else would have pushed her over the edge. OK enough sadness now.... . I'm glad you liked the story. Thanks for giving your thoughts. Ann.
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