Fan Fiction |
by Sensitivegal
Chapter Twenty Eight ‘Trapped In Sorrow’
Daphne watched her son from afar. She sat back behind the tree where she was hiding away from her son in case he sees her and leaves. It had been a week and Edison hadn’t come back home. He wouldn’t answer her calls nor let her go near him.
What has she done? She cried inside. Why had she let this lie go on even after the death of her husband? Why couldn’t she tell everyone the truth?
She hated herself for inflicting so much pain on her son. He didn’t deserve her selfishness. All she wanted now was her son back.
Edison felt isolated. He didn’t think he could cry any more. The pain was just too much to bare. What had he done in his life to deserve such cruelty? Was he disrespectful to his mother? Did he hurt her in any way? What had he done? He wanted to yell those words out. He was too weak to even lift a finger.
He sat on the park bench where he would always go to every day before the sunset. There he would think until sunset. He would think that when the sun goes down his mind would go as well so he wouldn’t think too much about her.
Her, as in Charlene. He never even said goodbye to her. Finding out that she had left for Hong Kong broke his heart even more than it already had. She should have waited. Let fate decide if they should still be together no matter the situation. She was gone now. All he could do was think. And wait…
She would come back to him. This isn’t the end of their relationship before it began.
Charlene sat on her bed, back in Hong Kong. All the complaining and the arguments about being stuck in the house were out of her mind. She didn’t think she’d ever argue with her father. She barely spoke to her father from the day he told his reason for not liking Edison. She didn’t care if she would rot in her bedroom. It was better than the cruel world outside.
Vicky made it a daily routine of going to Charlene’s house in the afternoon with lunch; she would encourage Charlene to eat. Charlene had lost weight in one week and it wasn’t healthy. She would leave Charlene’s house around ten or eleven depending on what time Mr. Velcois came back home. She didn’t think it was healthy for him as well devoting all his time to his work.
Vicky Zhao, her best friend, noticed that Patrick Velcois hasn’t been around much. He became a workaholic the day he came back from America. She began feeling sorry for him. Before all she would do was curse the man for locking Charlene home with bodyguards to baby-sit her. But whatever he had done he doesn’t deserve this. The silent treatment from his daughter. The hate from his daughter that only can be seen in her eyes.
Vicky was just as hurt and upset as Charlene was, but she couldn’t say she felt that much pain as Charlene is. She didn’t think anyone can feel that much pain. What has happened shocked her. What she heard shocked her even more.
Vicky wanted things to go back the way it was with her and Charlene. She wanted them to talk and laugh again. She wanted them to plan how to sneak out the house or how to find ways to make excuses so they can leave the house but of course with the bodyguards escorting them. But sadly Charlene wouldn’t speak to no one. She bottled her feeling inside. Vicky didn’t once see a tear from the past week. That did not say she wasn’t crying when she wasn’t around.
Vicky sighed. Things would never be same again. And it’s all her fault. If she hadn’t been so caught up of helping Charlene runaway this would never have happened.
Vicky shook her head. She couldn’t dwell on the past. What had happened happened. Nothing she could say nor do can change it. Now all she had to do was fix the problem she caused.
How could she help her best friend out of this mess? Vicky asked herself a dozen of times.
But that evening Vicky left early to meet her friend Alec. He was a doctor just like her, only she was a junior. She had a plan up her sleeves that just might work. She had to try for Charlene’s sake.
‘What is it, squirt?’ Alec asked when he got the café she was already seated at. ‘Squirt’ was his pet name for her from the day she started at the hospital he was in.
‘Sit down and have tea first,’ she suggested.
‘I can’t take much long away from work,’ he told her. ‘I’m on call today.’
‘I know but this is very important,’ Vicky said.
Alec’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘So you do be serious after work?’ he said out loud.
Vicky smacked his arm that was reachable. ‘I am a serious person. I am after all a doctor!’
‘Sure if you say so.’
Vicky glared at him. ‘Let’s get back to the subject in why I need your help.’
Alec sat up. He too became serious as she was. This must be very important, he thought.
So Vicky began telling her plans to Alec who was at first against it but eventually given in to her. He was amazed at how length she would go for the sake of her friend. This is what he loved about her. Her kindness, but sometimes her childish acts would make him love her even more. Maybe helping her with this might bring them together and there soon-to-be relationship as well, he thought confidently.
While Vicky told Alec her plans, Charlene was going through the photos she took when she went with Edison in there little adventure of house-hunting. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Why did this happen to her? She questioned herself. Could there never be a happily ever after for her? Maybe it was a little fairly-tale-like dream but she didn’t deserve this. Edison is her true love. She would never be able to love another.
Why had fate been cruel to her? How can she love her own brother as one would love their soul mate?
She felt she was trapped in her own sorrows. A dark and a never ending empty space surrounding her. Tears were just flowing down. A soft music was playing in the background fading the sound of her crying.
Your precious love - that means so much
Will it ever stop or will I just lose touch
What I want to say - but my words just fail
Is that I need it so I can’t help myself
Like a hungry child - I just help myself
And when I’m all full up - I go out to play
But I don’t mean to bleed you dry
Or take you over for the rest of your life
It’s just that I need something solid in mine
Lonely as the moors on a winter’s morning
Quiet as the sea on a good calm night
In your tranquil shadow - I try and follow
I hear your distant show clicks
To the midnight beat -
I feel trapped in sorrow
In this imagery
But that’s how I am and why I need you so