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| Another chance to love her - chapter 3 | |
| By LynB | ||||||||||||
| 09 March 2007 | ||||||||||||
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Chapter 3 It was 2am, and the silence of the night was broken by little Rosie’s ear splitting cries. Donna sighed, and got out of bed. “Don’t worry, Jon!” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’ll deal with her!” He pretended he had not heard her, but the truth was, he was finding as difficult to sleep as Rosie was, but for different reasons. He put a hand to his pounding head, sighing heavily. Donna came in carrying Rosie – her cheeks were red and flushed, she was obviously teething. As Rosie lay in her arms, sucking contentedly on a bottle of milk, Donna turned to look at Jon. From the expression on his face, it seemed as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. This child was obviously getting to him, she thought. As Rosie gradually drifted off to sleep, she carried her back into her room, and placed her gently in her cot – a bottle and a dose of Calpol was all she had needed. She climbed back into the bed, and pulled the duvet over her, settling down to sleep – at least, that was the plan. “Donna!” said a plaintive voice from the other side of the bed. “What am I going to do?” “Go to sleep for a start!” she retorted, turning over and glaring at him. “I’m tired, too, you know! You don’t have the monopoly on it! We can talk in the morning!” “I want to talk now!” he said, then, realising how petulant he sounded, he immediately apologised. “Have we got any paracetamol, Donna? My head feels as if it’s splitting in half!” “Bathroom cabinet” she said, closing her eyes. “Where they always are! Get them yourself – I’m just as tired as you are!” He did not answer her, he could not be bothered – but he thought to himself, if she had any idea how he felt right now, she would not have said what she did. He felt he could sleep for a week, and then some. “What is it today, then?” said Donna, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “Another book signing?” “Yes – another book signing!” he said, peering at her through half-closed eyes. “The last one – thank God!” “You need a rest!” she replied, beginning to gently massage his shoulders. “You look knackered!” “I am!” he said, closing his eyes. “Oh, that feels good!” “Maybe not a good idea!” she said “it’ll send you to sleep instead of waking you up! Oh, that’s Rosie! I’ll just get her!” She came downstairs, with the child in her arms. She put her down on the sofa, where she quickly made her way over to her daddy! He picked her up and cuddled her, she giggled uncontrollably as he blew a raspberry on her bare stomach. “Who’s daddy’s little girl then?” he said, looking into her eyes. “Daddy!” she said, smiling happily “Love daddy!” It was the first time she had ever said that, he felt his eyes fill with tears. At the moment he was feeling unbelievably tired, and so low. He held her close, kissing her soft downy hair. As he thought of how this child, a part of him, a miracle he had helped to create, loved him unconditionally and asked no questions, everything suddenly overwhelmed him, and he began to cry softly. Donna stopped what she was doing in the kitchen, and came back into the living room, where she saw him curled up in a ball, holding his little girl close to his heart. “Oh, love!” she said, her heart aching for him. “You’re still thinking about her, aren’t you? I can’t bear to see you like this, breaking your heart for something you know you can’t have! Please, try and forget her, you did it once before, you can do it again!” “I’ve never forgotten her!” he whispered, as Rosie looked up at him, a look of bewilderment on her face, wondering why her daddy was upset. “but I’d resigned myself to never seeing her again! Now I have, and now she’s gone again. I have to find her again, Donna, and find out why her parents reacted to me the way they did! You’ve no idea how much that hurt! I just want to understand why!” “I know you do” said Donna, trying to be patient. “I would want to know why, too. So I’m going to help you find her – I know that’s what you want, and I only want what’s going to make you happy! I’ll help you find her, whatever it takes! You never know, maybe she’s trying to find you!” He did not answer her, but just pulled her close, holding her as tightly as he could. He had hoped beyond hope that Donna would understand, that she would want to help him in his quest to find Emily. However, in the meantime, life had to go on, and that meant yet another book signing! As he sat there at the table, signing books, chatting, smiling, he was always scanning the room for any sign of Emily, even though he knew it was hopeless. The lady in front of him noticed his gaze straying from her, and said crossly: “Am I boring you? Shall I come back later?” “I’m so sorry!” he said, his face burning. “Please, forgive me! It’s just that I’m not feeling my best today, I didn’t mean to be rude – please, don’t be offended!” “What do you expect?” she said, frostily. “That’s the trouble with you young upstarts, a few minutes of fame goes to your head!” With that, she marched off, leaving her book on the table, telling him to shove it where the sun didn’t shine. Mike glared at him. “Nice one, Jon!” he hissed, elbowing him none too gently. “Keep that up, and you may as well start busking!” “Shut up!” he snapped, rubbing his arm – Mike did not know his own strength. “Don’t you ever have an off day? Anyway, she was the last one!” “Just as well!” retorted Mike. “Look at it this way – you’ve only lost yourself one fan, instead of maybe a dozen!” “Why don’t you just shut up!!” he yelled, causing a few of the bookshop staff to turn and look. “You’ve no idea what I’m going through at the moment! No idea!” “You have to show your fans respect – no matter how you feel!” reasoned Mike, feeling a little guilty about how he had snapped at him. “And I do know what you’re going through!” “No, you don’t!” he snapped, beside himself. “I’ve had enough, Mike! I’ve had enough of smiling to order, people pouring out their hearts to me, always having to put on a happy face, having to sing when I feel like crying! But I always do it, because I know that’s what makes people happy! Then, the very first time I put a foot out of line, because I’ve got problems of my own, because I’m so tired I don’t know what day it is, I’m told to do something that’s physically impossible!!” Mike put an arm around his shaking shoulders, the bookshop staff tactfully pretended they had not noticed. “This all stems from what happened with Emily, doesn’t it?” he said, gently. “Come on, you can tell me – I’m your mate!” “Please, Mike! I just want to go home!” Just as they were about to walk out of the shop, a member of the staff hurried over. “I’m sorry!” she said, putting a gentle hand on Jon’s arm. “We were asked to give you this!” She placed a small white envelope in his hand. Before he could ask her who it was from, she had gone. No, it couldn’t be! There was only one way to find out…..
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