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Jul 2, 2010 18:21:07 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jul 2, 2010 18:21:07 GMT -5
17 year old Addison opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room, in a bed she was sure wasn't hers. She gave herself a few seconds to adjust to the floresent lights before turning her head to see her parents standing beside her bed. "Where am I?" she mumbled groggily.
"Addison..." her father sighed in relief and jumped to his feet the second he saw her looking at him. "I may have to kill you and your brother. I don't think I've ever been that terrified in my life. At least you're okay..."
"Archer?" Addison asked. "What happen to Archer? Why are we here?..What happen to my baby? Is Mark here?"
"Archer is in surgery, Addison. You two were leaving the house after you got into that fight with your mother...about the baby. Remember that? Anyway, he crashed the car, honey. You've been out for two days and Archer was fine until they found internal bleeding that they'd missed."
"But where's the baby?" she asked, but instead of looking at her father she looked at her mother and directly the question to her.
"She didn't make it." Bizzy answered, her voice withdrawn from emotion. "And Mark is not here, you won't be seeing Mark as long as you're living in our house. I know you wanted this baby but..you need to move on. At lease you can have your life back to yourself now."
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Jul 2, 2010 18:32:17 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jul 2, 2010 18:32:17 GMT -5
"I don't want my life back Bizzy. I want my back back!" Addison said, detached from everything her parents had just told her the only thing that stood out in her mind was the fact that her baby was gone. The fact that she would never get to hold her in her arms, never get to kiss her on the cheek, never get to snuggle her close.
"You didn't need a baby, and as sad as it is that she died, Atleast you can get on with your life now." Bizzy said, her voice cold and uncaring, she had never been a great mother, Addison was raised mostly by Nanny's. Her father working to make a living for them, and her mother off doing who knows what. Her mother scowled at her and Addison's bottom lip quivered.
"I need Mark---he' needs to know about the baby." Addison said, she looked at her father, her eyes flowing with tears. "Daddy , please he has a right to know."
"Your mother said no." The captin said , but he couldn't stand to see his little girl hurting as much as she obviously was.
"Daddy please..."
"You can go see him, tell him goodbye….after that your not to see that boy again." The captin reasoned with his daughter.
"i'll never stop seeing him and you can't make me." Addison pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I love him and he loves me. We made a baby together. I don't want to get on with my life, I want to live my life with mark."
"Well if you love Mark why don't you just go live with him?"
"Fine maybe I will."
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Jul 2, 2010 18:51:08 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jul 2, 2010 18:51:08 GMT -5
"Bizzy, you can't kick her out of the house and send her to live with her boyfriend. She's 17. Whether you like it or not, until 18 she's our responsibility. If she chooses to leave after that than it's her choice but I will not kick her out of the house she was raised in because that's what you find most convient." the Captain told his wife firmly, his mind made up.
"No, Daddy, I wanna leave. I'll be 18 in four months, if you care about me than let me go so I don't have to suffer for another four months." Addison begged. "I know you guys don't like Mark and he doesn't have millions and his family doesn't have connections and all that crap but I love him, no matter what he'll always be my first, possibly my only love. He'll always be the father of my first child. Keeping me away from him for four months won't change that."
And with that it was finalized. Addison left the hospital a few days later and moved in with Mark where she spend almost an entire year locked up in his apartment to mourn for a child she never even got to see. When time came to move on and go to school, she forced herself to get through until she could get home and let Mark numb her pain. Once she graduated Medical School she made the decision to be a neonatal specialist, at least that way she could help babies live, she could prevent other women from being as miserable as she still was.
Fifteen years has gone by since she'd discovered the fact that her child was dead and she still couldn't get over it. Everytime she delivered a healthy baby girl she's come home crying because she never got to hold her own baby girl. If it wasn't so healthy and needed a miracle to survive she'd still come home and cry because another woman would go through all the misery that her life was filled with.
"Addison?" Mark started softed when he walked into the New York Pent House Condo to find her curled up on the couch while sobbing. "What happen today? Did you lose a patient?"
She shook her head and wiped her tears away. "Fifteen years." she whispered. "Fifteen years ago today our kid died because of me..."
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Jul 2, 2010 19:09:10 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jul 2, 2010 19:09:10 GMT -5
How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not realized that it had been fifteen years since Addison had gotten into the accident that had killed their unborn daughter? He sat down beside Addison and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. How did he explain to her that it wasn't her fault? He had watched her over the past fifteen years, she tried as hard as she could, but she could never get over the loss of their child. She loved that child more than anything else in her world. He flashed back to how she glowed when she was pregnant. He remembered how happy she was, how she placed his hand to her tummy and pressed down gently so he could feel the baby kicking. How she had ran to him at the gas station and wrapped her arms around him, holding out the sonogram proudly for him to see. He remembered how he took her in his arms, and kissed her before spinning her around. He remembered what it was like to be happy.
"Addie…honey it's not your fault. you couldn't do anything to keep the baby from being hurt." Mark soothed her, for the hundredth time. He was loving, he was caring, but he couldn't help but feel as if he was always there for Addison, and she was never there for him. He always had to be the strong one, he never cried he never showed how much he was hurting too. He never complained, well not too terribly much, when Addison had had a long day and refused sex, he never complained when he came home late and found her laying on the couch with a empty bottle of wine, tears falling down her eyes. He was the strong one. He was together, while she was always falling apart. This child had killed them.
"I wasn't wearing my seatbelt Mark. " She told him, they had been over this before.
"You were young, you weren't thinking clearly and you were hit by a drunk driver, you weren't doing anything wrong, you wasn't even driving Addison." Mark said, he took her into his arms and let her rest her head on his chest. He gently stroked her long red hair, as her tears socked her husband's shirt.
"I miss her so much."
"I do too." He said quietly.
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Jul 2, 2010 19:18:26 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jul 2, 2010 19:18:26 GMT -5
"Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if we had her?" Addison asked, afraid to admit that that's all she thought about for years now. "Would we still be doctors or would we not have had the chance to go to medical school? Would we still be together? Would my mother have gotten use to the idea and started loving her? What would she look like?"
"Of course we'd still be together!" Mark exclaimed, he wanted her to know that he wasnt with her out of remorse or pity. He was with her until the end, no matter what obsicles came their way. "We'd still be doctors because even if your mother didn't help us out my parents would. They keep her while we were at school and work and they'd help us with anything. She's be perfect, she'd have my hair except it was have waves like your hair. Her eyes would be this weird cross between yours and mine. In the sun they would look green but really they'd be blue. And she'd have your attitude and my charm and people wouldn't be able to not love."
"You sound like you've put a lot of thought into this." Addison responded numbly.
"Yeah, some nights it's all I thought about." he admitted. "But we can't change the past and I know you're still hurt but it's been 15 years, babe. You need to try to move on. We need to consider having other children before its too late...we're not replacing her Addison. We're just moving on. Do you think she would have wanted us to dwell?"
"Do you think she would have wanted to die?" Addison shot back. "We never even name her...She was a fetus. She didn't know what she wants. It was up to me to protect her, to save her and I couldn't do that. So I'm not having another child to endanger. I can't go through that again."
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Jul 2, 2010 19:34:44 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jul 2, 2010 19:34:44 GMT -5
Bizzy walked into the room and Mark glared at her. He had never particularly LIKED Addison's mother, and well it was very strange to say the least that she was checking in for the surgery that would if possible make her look even uglier than she already was. Well in reality it was suppose to make her look less like a hag, but in reality she was already so ugly there was very few things Mark could do to fix her, even as talented as he was.
An hour later they were in the operating room, he was doing his best to fix her skin and give her a nip and tuck and make her look beautiful again, but the old hag's skin wasn't as elastistic as it use to be , and It wouldn't go back into place like it was suppose to. the liposuction she was getting from her neck had left her looking like a deflated water balloon, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get her back to normal. Her bp was dropping and her stats becoming extremely tacky, he had no choice but to close her up, leaving her permanently disfigured.
Three hours after surgery she still hasn't woken up. He picked up his cell phone and called Addison to the hospital. Within minutes she was there, and standing over her mother.
"It's about time the old hag died." She said her voice cold.
"She's not dying."
"She's not living."
"Her body couldn't take another pointless surgery, she's alive but it will take her awhile to recover from this one."
"I hope she dies." Addison said. and much to her disappointment Bizzy began to stir and mumble in her sleep.
"She's alive…." Bizzy mumble. " The bastard child is alive…. I gave her away……I lied…..please forgive me…please don't send me to hell" She tossed and turned in her sleep, Addison looked to Mark her breath held.
"Now can we kill her?" She asked
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Jul 2, 2010 19:59:56 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jul 2, 2010 19:59:56 GMT -5
Mark started blakely at her mother-in-law. He looked to his wife with a curious look in his eyes and did his best not to grab a pillow and suffocate the woman in the bed. "What are you talking about?" he asked her as calmly as he could. "Who's alive?"
"Your kid, your illigimate creation." Bizzy answered "She was born and Addison was out of it. The doctor asked me what you wanted to do with her and I told them to get rid of her and give her to social services. Her name is Ashley Montgomery. They forced me to name her when she was born."
"I'm about to take that IV out of your arms and shove it in your tonue." Addison said beneath her breath as she got up to pace back and forth. She was furious and she couldn't contain it. "15 years, Bizzy. You think you're dying so now you tell me?! You knew I wanted her!" she yelled but stopped when her pager interupped her.
"Patient?" Mark asked softly.
"It could wait." she answered. " But I swear, if I come back and she's still alive I'll kill her myself. I will literally put an IV of cyanide in her tongue... or I might be pyschopathic and shove one up her vagina. Depends on what mood I'm in."
"Okay, can we not talk about your mother's vagina ever again?" Mark asked, his face twisted with disgust. "I had to see the woman's boobs, okay? I don't need to see or hear about any other part of her anatomy that a son-in-law should no see."
"Dr. Montgomery-Sloan?" they heard a voice call from the door. They all looked at the teenage girl awkwardly standing there. "I'm really sorry to bother you, but you know how annoying my mom gets if she doesn't get what she wants. She made be find you because you won't answer your pages."
"I'm sorry. I got the page. I was gonna come check in on her when I got through here." she answered with a reassuring smile. "Let her know I'll be there soon."
"Lier." Mark whispered as soon as the girl was gone. "You know you were gonna put it off as long as possible and end up spend an intern after she had you paged the tenth time. I should know, I'm the one that taught you to ignore patients you hate."
"That kid..." Bizzy thought a loud, her eyes still fixed at the doorway. "She was...she looks just like...That can't be possible right? It's too much for one day?"
"What the hell is this bitch talking about?" Addison asked her husband.
"Ignore it, it's the morphine talking." he answered. "But you're gonna want to be her when it wears off and she sees what he face looks like. She might have a heart attack and die on the spot. I'm sure you won't wanna miss that."
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Jul 2, 2010 22:01:21 GMT -5
Post by Addison on Jul 2, 2010 22:01:21 GMT -5
"That is your child." Bizzy said reluctantly. She looked to Addison and then to Mark. Addison couldn't tell if it were her drugs or what it was. She looked at Mark, not knowing how to proceed.
"Why are you telling us this?" Addison demanded. "You don't love me, you don't care about me, and obviously it is not easy to get the truth from you seeing as you've waited 15 years to tell us our child wasn't dead. What do you want Bizzy?" Addison asked.
"I want you husband to fix my face for free, he botched my surgery on purpose and I demand that he fix it. I told you about your daughter, and I will be generous, I won't sue for medical mall-practice, but I want something in return." Bizzy said in a coy voice.
"Give me another boob job, I want to go up two more cups, a vaginal tightening, fix my face, I want a full body liposuction, Tummy tuck, and butt tuck. I want anal bleaching and laser surgery over my entire body. Do these things and I won't sue. Failure to do so and I will sue your ass off, you won't have a cent left to your name."
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Jul 2, 2010 22:15:40 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on Jul 2, 2010 22:15:40 GMT -5
"Okay, first of all...Ew." Mark started off. "Second, I wasn't charging you in the first place so I don't care if you don't pay me."
"And third, if you sue we'll counter-sue." Addison cut in. "Our daughter, you couldn't have put her up for adoption without our permission. Which means you forged one or both of signatures on those documents. That's fraud. Malpractice is a civil suit, fraud is federal. You don't wanna end up in a federal prison. Do you?"
"I like the way you think." Mark whispered and stood behind his wife while nodding his head. "What she said. Tell us what you did to our kid and we'll walk out of here and pretend this whole conversation never happened."
"That kid was your daughter, Mark. At least I'd say she was. She looks just like I'd imagine your daughter daughter would. Why don't you look into it?" she answered suggestively. "And stop start the sob story, Addison. Maybe I did all this because I do love and I wanted to proctect you."
"I'm going to walk out that door right now, and this whole thing better be resolved by the time I get back. You fucked this whole thing over so you're gonna be the one to fix it." Addison replied firmly with a scary glare before leaving the room.
"I'll call a lawyer to work out all the legal aspects of it." Bizzy told Mark. "I want to help you two, Mark. I do. You were young then. Not ready for a baby. You're ready now. I'll take care of everything. Just go find her and get a blood sample for a DNA test."
"You'd really do that for us?" Mark asked skepitcally.
Bizzy nodded. "Addison is right. I did mess this up for you two. And you have done a lot for me. I need to fix my mistakes. I want my daughter to be happy." she answered convincingly when really she was getting ready to full off the crime of her life.
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