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| Another chance to love her - chapter 2 | |
| By LynB | ||||||||||||||
| 08 March 2007 | ||||||||||||||
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Chapter 2 "Shut your mouth, Jon" said Mike, grinning broadly. "You look like some kind of manic goldfish!" Emily giggled uncontrollably - that lovely, infectious giggle that he loved so much. He knew he was tired, but surely he wasn't hallucinating - the little girl he thought he would never see again was sitting right here in front of him. He pulled himself together, and walked around the desk to her. "It's lovely to see you, Emily!" he said, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice, but failing dismally. "I often think about you, you know!" "Do you really?" she said, her eyes sparkling. "I think about you every night - I wish you were my boyfriend!" "I think I'm a little too old for you, Emily!" he replied, giving her the smile that always managed to reduce intelligent women into quivering, incoherent wrecks. "But I can be your friend, if you want!" "Yes, please!" she said, not taking her eyes off him. "My very, very best friend!" "Come on, Emily!" said a terse voice from behind him. "We've got other things to do today as well! You've said hello, now we need to go!" "Can I have my photo taken with you?" said Emily "and with Mike as well?" "You don't want much, do you?" he joked, his smile fading as he saw the expression on Emily's mother's face. "I don't mind, but you'd better ask your mum first!" "If you make it quick!" she said, not even looking at him. "We won't hold you up!" he said, forcing a smile, wondering exactly what he had done wrong. "Come on, Emily!" He leaned over, and Emily put her arms around his neck as he began to lift her out of her chair. "What do you think you're doing?!" snapped her father. "Put her down! We don't even know you!" "I know him!" said Emily. "He won't hurt me, daddy! He's my friend! I told you about him - remember?" Her father reacted as if she had never spoken. "I said - put her down!" he repeated, taking a step towards him, shaking off the hand the security guard put on his arm. "Fine!" said Jon, struggling to keep his temper, kneeling down by her chair, and putting his arm around her shoulders. "Is this OK?" He plastered on a smile for Emily's sake, and when the photo had been taken, he kissed her gently on the cheek, but the smile could not hide the hurt in his eyes. Her father quickly grabbed the handles on her chair, and swept her away. What the hell was all that about, he thought, she had come back into life for one brief moment, only to be snatched away again. Donna was sitting on the sofa, watching TV, Rosie sound asleep upstairs, when she heard his key in the door. She smiled to herself as she heard it close behind him. Her face dropped as he stormed past her into the kitchen. She got up and followed him, wondering what on earth had gone wrong. He sat there at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. "Do you want a cup of tea, sweetheart?" she said, switching on the kettle. "You look shattered! Are you all right?" "Yes, please! No, I'm not! - any more questions?" "Hey!" she said, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "What's all this?" He did not answer her, so she sat down next to him, and took his hand in hers. To her utmost surprise, he snatched it away. Knowing this was so unlike him, made her all the more determined to find out what had happened. "Please, Jon!" she said, once again taking his hand. "Come on, talk to me! Don't push me away - I'm your wife and I love you! When you're hurting, I want to know why! Come on - what's wrong?" "Oh, Donna!" was all he could manage, as he lay his head on her shoulder, tears streaming down his face. "Just hold me!" She did as he asked, desperately wanting to know what had gone wrong, but not wanting to push him until he felt able to tell her. "How about that cup of tea?" was all she said. "I think we could both do with one! Rosie has been giving me hell all day! Come on, let's go and sit down somewhere a bit more comfortable!" "I'm sorry, Donna" he said, as they sat together on the sofa, their arms wrapped around each other. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you!" "Do you want to talk about it now?" she said, kissing him gently. "It might help, you know!" "It was an awful day!" he said, finally giving up the fight to control himself. "I made a fool of myself in front of one of our fans, she said how much she loved us, and I started bawling like a kid - and I saw Emily!" "The little girl you told me about?" said Donna "The one you met in the residential home? What was so bad about that?" "Nothing - at first!" he said, his voice shaking. "Until I tried to take her out of her wheelchair for a photo - her dad treated me like I was some kind of weirdo - shouted at me to put her down, he would've gone for me if the security guard hadn't been there! Then, when she eventually had her photo done, they shot off like a bullet from a gun, before I had a chance to say another word! I don't understand, Donna! Why did they treat me like that? I've done nothing to hurt her - I-I love her! I always dreamed of the day when I saw her again - and when it finally happens...." He was incapable of saying another word. Donna just held him close, trying her best to comfort him, but not really knowing what to say. "I don't really know what to say to make you feel better, love" she said, eventually, trying to tread very carefully. "but, if I were you, I wouldn't try to find her again - try to think of her as a beautiful memory. If you see her again, you'll only love her more - and it will be twice as hard to bear when she leaves again - and she will! Her parents have made it obvious how they feel - don't set yourself up for more heartbreak - please, love - I beg you!" "I'm sorry!" he whispered, looking at her with tear filled eyes. "but it's too late - I can't let her go again, Donna. God help me, I can't!"
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