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Post by Katrina on Apr 24, 2011 21:11:36 GMT 1
I've not abandoned I Hope You Dance. I am having issues with my laptop and so can't access the parts of I Hope I have written currently. This isn't help but the desktop being useless in which programs it'll run. Anyway this is a sort of mini fic for the meantime while I get laptop sorted.
I hope you enjoy it. I'm probably going to post the first two parts tonight.
Part 1
“I'm so sorry” the girl pleaded silently as she stumbled through the dark streets of Letherbridge. She didn't have a clue what the time was and was only vaguely aware of whereabouts she was. Everything was blurring in front of her eyes but she kept on moving hoping that nobody would spot her.
“so very sorry” she continued her pleading. She didn't really have any concrete idea of where she was headed only that her feet seemed to be moving in a specific direction. Earlier she had thought of going to the police station but then she had realised she had more chance of being found out there.
“but you'll be alright” she whispered. She clutched the cumbersome box slightly tighter to her chest. It had been the first box she had come across and she hadn't been choosy. She hadn't had that option. Her body ached and she wanted nothing more than to turn tail and go home – to curl up in a tight ball in her bed but she couldn't. She had to keep going.
“I'll make this alright” she added. She stumbled hard and nearly lost her balance entirely. She was certain she bleeding again but she couldn't do anything about that now. She just kept moving slowly. Finally she saw a familiar building clearly in front of her. She quickened her pace slightly. She could see that the sun was beginning rise. She had to get this over with before daylight came.
The steps were an obstacle she hadn't considered and she wobbled but she couldn't grab the handrail while trying to hold the box. She prayed silently that this would be ok. She didn't really have all that much faith but right now it seemed to be the only thing she could cling too. Finally she found herself stood before the doors of the building and she felt her breaths come in slow and ragged. She gently placed the box down on the ground in a place where it would be easily spotted. She shivered slightly and looked down at herself. Her nightdress was only thin and was stained red.
She peeked in to the box and felt her heart break a little in her chest. Tears began to slip down her cheek as the impact of the nights events hit her fully. She choked a little as struggled to gain her breath as the tears cascaded.
“I'm sorry” she whispered. Before she turned from the scene and made her way away. Her body shaking as she moved. She stumbled and wobbled with every movement.
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Post by Katrina on Apr 24, 2011 22:01:44 GMT 1
I should have put this in part 1 but never mind. This is set around November / December 2011
Part 2
“What on earth?” Zara Carmichael wandered aloud as she pulled in to the car park of the Mill Health Centre. She was the first to arrive that morning which was rather unusual but she had some stuff in her room that she needed to sort out and she wanted the quiet to do it in. In front of the door she could see a rather large box. She knew it wasn't rubbish or recycling as that wasn't due to go out for another day and nobody would have put anything out this early. Nor would any deliveries have been left there like that. She parked her car in one of the space and stepped out. For a moment she was fearful that it was a dangerous package and she wonder whether she should phone someone before she even dared approach it. But she shook her head dismissing the idea. She stepped closer to the box, her curiosity building with each step.
When she was close enough to the box she shifted her position she that she was in a sort of crouch but near enough to stand that she could run if she really had too. Slowly she lifted that flaps of the box and she felt her heart leap in her chest as she peeked inside.
“oh my” she whispered, as she reached inside and gently pulled out the tiny baby that lay inside. The baby was wrapped rather haphazardly in a pale blanket and Zara could see that beneath that blanket that baby was completely naked. Not even a nappy graced it's tiny body. But it wasn't that, that truly scared Zara.
“Your so cold” Zara whispered, holding the baby tighter to her chest while rubbing the tiny body trying to restore heat. With her free hand she tried desperately to get inside the Mill. She knew she had to get hold of the hospital and that the police would have to get involved.
“How long have you been here?” Zara asked the baby. Once inside the building Zara switched on the light in order to be able to look at the little one a little more closely in order to assess the situation. From the slight glance she'd had in the dimpsy light outside she'd been able to tell that the baby was small but she hadn't really been able to tell much else.
Sitting down in one of the reception chairs she gently moved the baby away from her chest and what she saw broke her heart. She let out a little gasp as she took in the baby. The baby barely looked real. Zara didn't even like to take a guess at how premature she would be. Gently Zara tried to redo the blanket in a better way. She could tell that the baby was alive at least. Standing shakily she practically ran out to her car. Not caring that she had left the Mill unlocked. Instead, still clutching the baby she drove as fast as she could to the hospital.
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Post by Katrina on Apr 27, 2011 21:28:17 GMT 1
I hope people enjoy this. What I am trying to do with this fic is involved the majority of the current main characters so it isn't centred just on one specific couple.
Part 3
“Zara what on earth is going on?” Julia Parsons was shouting down the phone line at her while Zara stood physically shaking. She had been expecting this sort of reaction but she couldn't handle it. Every part of her felt exhausted.
“I'm so sorry Julia” Zara said softly, holding the phone a little bit away from her ear which was ringing. “It's just” She paused not sure how much to say. Everything seemed so very confused.
“What Zara? What is so important that you left the Mill unlocked so that anyone could have gotten in?” Julia was bellowing and Zara could imagine her stood in the Mill with smoke practically pouring out of her ears. If it had been any other situation that mental image would probably have made her laugh. “I found a baby” Zara said softly. She wasn't even sure she had said the words they came out so quietly but she heard an audible gasp from Julia on the other end of the phone so she knew she had to have done.
“a baby?” Julia repeated almost in a disbelieving manner. She couldn't quite grasp what Zara was saying. And yet she remember there was a strangely placed box outside of the Mill but she hadn't thought much of it really.
“I'm at the hospital with her” Zara added, running a hand through her hair. It felt like she had been here forever. “She's obviously very premature and we don't quite know how long she was outside either” Julia sighed and took a deep breath in as if to calm herself.
“Is she going to be ok?” Julia asked, shaking her head slightly. There had been babies found at the Mill before and she didn't doubt it would happen again but there was something about this that seemed different.
“I don't know Julia I really don't know” Zara said, her voice crackling with emotion. She knew she shouldn't but she already felt she involved with the baby girl. She told herself that she had to keep her distance but her heart just wouldn't let her.
“I'll tell Daniel where you are and I'm sure he'll drop by to see you in his lunch hour” Julia said softly and Zara knew that was the older woman's way of telling her that it was ok to stay here for day at least. “And I don't doubt you'll see Rob soon as well” she added.
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Post by Katrina on Apr 29, 2011 19:44:41 GMT 1
Thank you Pam for leaving a comment I hope anyone reading this is enjoying it. Part 4Rob Hollins had been talking to Karen when the phone call came. He was meant to be at home sorting out a few last minute things but Karen had kept distracting him with one thing or another. He knew his wife meant well but sometimes he couldn't help but wish she would shut up. The buzzing of his phone had seemed like such a welcome distraction that he had answered it with an almost joyful feeling. But when he heard what the voice on the other end had to say he felt all the joy bleeding out of him. With a rushed goodbye to Karen and a kiss to her forehead he rushed out the door and to St Phils hospital. He could see this turning in to one of those days from Hell. He found Zara stood in the corridor of SCBU unit. He had to steady his breathing as he stepped in to the unit where he saw haggard and scared looking parents. This could have been him and Karen. Their baby could have been here. “How's she doing?” Rob asked. He could see that Zara was shaking visibly and he felt his heart go out to her. There was some bad feeling between his family and the doctor after the affair she'd had with Jack but right now he saw her as such a frightened woman all that went out of his head. “They aren't really saying too much but it really doesn't look good” Zara said shaking her head. She saw Rob nod slightly and she couldn't help but feel a little relieved that he was working the case. She trusted him more than she would have any of the other cops. “I'll have to go get some sense out of them” He said not sounding overly convinced that he'd have any luck in the matter. “and of course I'll need to talk to you about everything that has happened so far” Zara nodded. “Of course” She sighed deeply “I'm not sure how much help I'll be as everything seems pretty much a blur right now” She said and Rob gave her a small reassuring smile. She was certain he'd used that very same smile when trying to comfort so many other people. “do you think you'll find her?” Zara asked suddenly and Rob raised his eyebrows “the baby's mum. She must be in quite a state. I think there was some blood” She added with a sigh. She hoped that the girl would be found soon. There was no doubt in her mind that this was a girl and not a woman. She was also convinced that the girl where ever she was, was in trouble.
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Post by Katrina on May 1, 2011 21:33:51 GMT 1
Thank you for the comments. I'm interested in what people think is going on so please let me now - it's always fun to read. Oddly I've actually written the last few parts of this so need to sort the middle now.
Part 5
The girl was sobbing. Her entire body was aching and painful. Her stomach was cramping now more than ever and she didn't know what to do with herself. She was curled up on the bed and trying not to make too much noise. There was no one home now. She'd heard everybody leave but even so she didn't feel safe. When she had been wandering around all she had wanted was her own bed and a cuddle but now that she was back here she wanted to get out and away. She didn't want anybody to find her or she her in this state. She wasn't sure she could handle their reaction to this. She whimpered a little more as a fresh cramp settled over her and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She knew that school sexual ed classes definitely hadn't prepared her for this. Last night was such a blur that she didn't even know if everything had happened correctly. The baby had come. That was certain and she'd managed somehow to cut the cord but she couldn't really remember much after that. She knew from her classes that something else should have come but she didn't know if it had.
“oh god” she whispered turning her head in to her pillow. She wanted nothing more than to scream but she didn't want to alert the neighbours to anything. They were busybodies. And she knew they would be straight on the phone and that she would be found out then. She shifted herself in to a sitting position on her bed and gasped when she saw the red stains on her white sheets. She forced herself in to a standing position and bit down on her lip hard to try and keep herself with it. She grabbed furiously and with little care at the sheets trying to rip them free of the bed before bundling them in to her arms. She bent double as a wave of pain hit her afresh. When she recovered she moved painful out of her room wrapping the sheet around herself as best as she could manage to try to stop any blood getting on the floor. The stairs were a new kind of punishment and she had to keep pausing but she managed it. She moved and kept moving sneaking out of the back door. She knew where she had to go. She had to go to him. It terrified her the very idea of it but she knew he was the only person who could help her. She limped and struggled but she knew she had to stay on the back paths where she wouldn't be spotted. Every time a pain hit her she paused and bit her lip hard. She was certain it was bleeding but she knew it couldn't be helped. She had to do something.
“no, no” She muttered as she felt something familiar inside. The memory of the previous night washed over her and she nearly cried out for real. She knew what was happening now. She knew there was another one and that it was coming but she didn't dare stop. She couldn't. She kept moving and stopping when she had too. Finally arriving at the tiny little flat he had taken on after losing his job again. She knew he hated it here and that he blamed her but she needed him now. After everything she needed him and so with a trembling hand and a heart drumming hard against her chest wall she knocked on his door and nearly collapsed in to his arms when he opened it.
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Post by Katrina on May 4, 2011 22:06:47 GMT 1
I was going to post two parts today but I forgot to post the first one earlier today Thanks for the comments Part 6So Zara found a baby at the Mill?” Karen Hollins asked, speaking in to her mobile phone. She was standing in the staff room at the Mill Health Centre surrounded by the majority of her colleagues. In fact they only one missing was Julia Parsons. “In a cardboard box outside the Mill” Rob Hollins on the other end of the line confirmed to his wife. Strictly speaking he wasn't meant to discuss the case but this case was different somehow and besides which he spoke to his wife about most things. “Is there any news on the baby?” Karen asked, she knew that it wasn't overly fair to be questioning Rob like this but everyone of her colleagues had been asking questions and she wanted to have the truth out there rather than rumours. Rob sighed heavily. “It doesn't look good” He said sadly. He had spent only a small amount of time in the special care unit before he had been able to bear it no longer. The sight of that tiny baby was too much for him. She was almost birdlike with her translucent skin. She looked, to him, far to fragile for this world. “Poor little mite” Karen said, trying to imagine the poor baby – freezing cold in a box with nobody to soothe it's cries with cuddles and kisses. Rob was for a moment lost in thought about his own children as babies. He could easily bring to mind an image of the newborn Imogen and Jack. Both of them had seemed tiny to him at the time that he had always been afraid of hurting them somehow. But now having seen this tiny baby everything seemed different. “She's hanging on” Rob said finally. He heard Karen breathe out almost as if she had been waiting for him to speak before she could breathe again. He wasn't sure what to say. “She? The baby's a girl” Karen asked. Then she paused and bit her lip in thought “Is there any news on the mother?” She added. She couldn't imagine abandoning a baby. “We don't know” Rob said softly. Everyone he had spoken to seemed desperately worried about the health and safety of the girl. He was certain he was on pretty borrowed time when it came to finding her and sorting everything out. “Poor girl” Karen said quietly. Just as she couldn't imagine abandoning a baby she also couldn't quite imagine the circumstances that would lead to that. She felt for much for the girl who must have been so utterly terrified and was probably gravely ill. “Kare – I've got to go” Rob said clicking off the phone just as she managed to whisper that she loved him. She hated that the job took him away from her so much but she also knew just how good he was and she hoped that he would be able to solve this before it was too late. “There's no real news” Karen said softly looking at her colleagues who all sort of deflated in front of her eyes. She could she it in their faces that they had wanted some good news. Karen sighed. She didn't think there would be much good news for a while.
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Post by Katrina on May 6, 2011 17:02:29 GMT 1
Thank you for any comments Part 7“How you doing little one?” Zara asked softly. For the first time since arriving at the hospital there wasn't a flurry of activity around the baby who have been declared as stable – now they had managed to raise her temperature and had stabilised her vitals. “It's been a very big day for you” She added. She knew that, despite the baby being said to be stable, she was still facing a long hard journey and that things could change in a blink of an eye. But still she couldn't help but feel relieved. “I couldn't believe it when I saw you in that box – such a tiny delicate little thing” Zara whispered, it felt so normal to be stood here chatting to the baby. She knew that outside of the room, Rob was radioing through to his colleagues but she didn't care that he could see her like this. “You know, I shouldn't even have been there” Zara laughed a little bit and stroked the plastic of the incubator. She watched the slight rise and fall of the baby's chest as she did so. “I dread to think what might have happened if I hadn't turn up early” She spoke that sentence in a rush. She'd had to get the words out of her head but she felt cruel talking to the baby about what might have been. That she may have been alone in the box for that much longer. That she could have died alone. “But I found you and your here” She heard the door click open behind her and she turned to see Rob. He gave her a small smile and stepped a little bit closer to the incubator. “How's she doing?” He asked. He knew about the baby being stable but that was as far as it went but he knew Zara would understand all the medical gobbledegook along with what the bleeping and hissing machines meant. She gave him a small smile in return. “She's a little fighter” She answered, looking back at the baby. Rob peered in to the incubator. The baby looked too tiny. He couldn't imagine how anyone could describe someone so fragile looking as stable. “It's going to be a long fight for her” Rob murmured. He wasn't sure he would have the strength to go through it himself – to sit here day after day just waiting, watching and hoping. Zara nodded sadly. The moment of solemnity was shattered by a buzzing coming from Rob's phone.
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Post by Katrina on May 8, 2011 13:18:44 GMT 1
Part 8
“you” Rob Hollins said with an obvious note of surprise in his voice. He had been alerted almost as soon as the call had come in, nothing in his right mind had prepared him for this moment and what was in front of him. The young man was shifting nervously from foot to foot clutching the bundle unsteadily in his arms.
“I'm sorry” he said, for a second making eye contact with the older man. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Everything had changed in the minutes that had passed between her turning up on his doorstep and now.
“Is it?” Rob asked, nudging his head slightly towards the baby. He didn't quite no what to expect not yet. It could all be some sort of strange coincidence. He couldn't let himself crack just yet. Not until he knew there was something to worry about. Besides he would have known.
“She's alive” The boy answered, looking up again for a second. The weight of the baby in his arms was almost too much for him. He knew that was stupid. Physically the baby weighed little but the mental weight was immense. He knew this could change his life completely. Rob nodded.
“We'd better get her seen too” Rob said, suddenly snapping to his senses. Just because he said the baby was alive didn't mean that she wasn't in the same awful state that her sister was in. The boy nodded and followed Rob through the maze of the hospital to the SCBU where there was a team waiting for him and the baby.
As the doctors flustered around the second newborn, Rob pulled the boy to one side. He could see just how terrified the younger man was as he watched the flurry of activity. Rob wondered for a second whether the younger man had found his eyes drawn to the other incubator containing the other baby. The boy looked up at him with wide terrified eyes – they were the eyes of an animal caught in the glare of headlights with too little time to escape before the inevitable collision.
“Where is she?” Rob asked, and this boy blinked rapidly. As if trying to escape from a dream that was all to quickly turning in to a nightmare that he wanted to escape from. The boy ran a hand through is rakish hair. He was slick and shining with sweat.
“I” he started to talk but found the words wouldn't come to him. Everything had gone so wrong and he'd made some awful mistakes and now this had happened. Everything was his fault and he knew it. If only he'd acted differently all those months ago. Maybe then she wouldn't have hidden it. Maybe then the baby wouldn't be fighting for her life.
“I'm not playing around where is she?” Rob tried again, he wanted nothing more than to reach out and shake the boy. The literally shake him until all of the words fell out of his mouth and there was nothing left to uncover. “Where is the mother of the babies?”
“Babies?” the boy muttered. His mind reeling. She had been so out of it by the time she had collapsed against him and his mind had started to shut everything out. But it came back to him in a flash. His baby was the second. The first one she had sorted herself. This one, she'd said, was his to deal with.
“Yes babies” Rob practically spat the words back at the boy not quite caring about the correct manner for this sort of thing. His mind wasn't that of a police officer at that moment. A different part of him was kicking in to force no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. He jerked his hand towards the second incubator where the first baby lay surrounded by hissing and beeping machines. The boy gasped. Suddenly far more frightened than before.
“she said” the boy blinked. She sorted it but he'd taken that the wrong way. He wasn't sure what it had meant to him but he hadn't expected that a second baby would be here. Everything was blurry even more and he wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear.
“I'll ask you only one more time” Rob said, a menacing element sneaking in to his tone. “Where is she Ryan?”
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Post by Katrina on May 9, 2011 13:33:40 GMT 1
Thank you so much for the comments They mean a lot to me. I may post part 10 later on today Part 9Ryan lowered his head feeling shameful. He had promised her that he wouldn't do this and yet he didn't have any choice. His gaze was snaking around the room between the two incubators he knew housed the babies – his babies. He recognised that dark haired doctor from the Mill although he couldn't recall her name. She had placed a hand on Rob's shoulder as if to draw him back from the place he was headed. She had been in a bad way and he knew he shouldn't have left her but she had made him promise and after everything that had happened he'd owed her that much. “Ryan” The woman doctor said, trying to keep her voice even and calm although he could see the worry behind her eyes, he drew his head up a little so he was looking at her straight “we need you to take us to the babies mother ok?” “She made me promise” he whispered softly, sounding so much little a scared little boy than the near man that he was. The doctor nodded as if understanding him but Rob was still fuming and Ryan knew she wouldn't have control over him much longer. “I know” The woman said and she gave him a small smile “But we know she needs help and that she's very scared and sometimes when we're really ill and scared we say stupid things” she said. She knew she'd done the same thing herself. Admittedly she hadn't abandoned a baby and sent a scared young man running to a hospital with another but she had made stupid mistakes because she was scared of the consequences. He nodded then. He knew just what being scared could do. Just before they had broken up he had been scared witless because everything around him seemed to be crumbling away and he couldn't do anything about it. And in a moment of madness he had turned on her. His addled and scared brain had seen her there and he had blamed her for everything that had happened. Everything had gone bad purely because she had arrived in his life and he hadn't been able to stop himself. A wave of nausea rolled through him as he recalled those awful nights and how he had watched her try to cover herself and the evidence. “So can you take us there Ryan?” She asked, her voice still soft but with a hint of urgency. He saw then how both the woman and Rob seemed to be looking at their watches and at clocks. Time was passing and every moment was precious. Every moment he stood here was a moment where she could have been edging closer to death. He felt sick at the thought. “yes” he whispered. He was so destructive to her. The doctor smiled at him, as if rewarding him for his effort. They were treating him like a small child he realised. His teacher had done the same thing when trying to get something out of him. He hated being talked down to and yet he, realised, he was little more than a boy and he was hardly doing a great job of acting like man. “Good lad” Rob said finally, although his tone didn't quite match his words. The Doctor gave him a pat on the shoulder and Rob turned to her “Thanks Zara” he still didn't much like the woman but he couldn't imagine having done that without her. “Do you want me to come?” Zara asked, gently. She didn't want to say anything more than that and Rob nodded. He started talking in to his radio. Slowly Zara and Rob led Ryan out to the police car outside the hospital and from there, Ryan direction Rob to his home.
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Post by Katrina on May 9, 2011 19:38:51 GMT 1
Part 10
The drive seemed to take an eternity despite that fact that Rob seemed to break every speed limit going. Both Zara and Rob were completely uncertain about what they were going to be faced with once they arrive. Other than giving directions Ryan had remained quiet throughout the journey and neither Zara or Rob were in the right frame of mind for small talk and so the ride gave all three a great deal of time for thinking.
For Zara the drive was forcing her to think about her own life. Everything that had happened over the last few months finally seemed to be catching up with her in one swoop and she wasn't entirely sure she was quite prepared to handle it. Everyone had thought she was coping extremely well and had been rather impressed with her but she knew that what she had been doing was unhealthy. Every negative or difficult emotion had been pushed aside and locked away in the back of her mind to be thought about or dealt with later. Daniel, she knew, had been dealing with his emotions as they came and was doing admirably but she just wasn't that type of person. When she and Daniel had properly discussed IVF for the first time she had felt like the puzzle pieces of her life were finally slotting together in the right places. Everything had seemed so perfect and although she knew how hard IVF was she had truly believed everything would just happen for them and that by this time she would be pregnant with their child and that, along with darling little Izzie, they would be a proper family. The initial consultation had shaking her a little but she had brushed it all aside believing it just to be something that doctor told everyone to prepare them for just how difficult it was. But that first negative test had been blow. She had been so convinced it was a mistake that she had nearly driven herself to hysteria but finally she accepted there was no mistake and they tried again. It had been positive that time but she didn't tell anyone not even Daniel. She'd wanted it to be her own little precious secret for a short time. But the time for announcement never came. She miscarried the baby so soon after. And now here she was in a car driving to find a girl who had delivered two babies and given away both. A girl who had two precious little ones when she didn't even have one. She knew Daniel wanted them to give up for a bit or even to look in to adoption but she couldn't quite face that yet. She wanted her child – a child that she had carried and created herself. She knew it sounded a little vain but she wanted a miniature version of herself. She knew Daniel would never understand this because he already had Izzie. When they finally arrived at the house she breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. For working would give her some respite from her mind.
For Rob the ride was a wave of emotion. He knew Ryan and so he knew there was a possibility that he would know the girl as well. He was dreading the moment when he would have to return home and tell his family that that 'nice boy' they had known all those months ago had actually been involved in this whole horrid affair. There was another part of his brain, the part he was choosing at this moment to ignore, that was telling him to look closer at his family image – to try to see past to rose tint he gave them but he didn't want to do that. This part of his brain, was trying to prepare him for the truth that he didn't want to give in and see. The truth he had been blocking away from the first moment he had seen Ryan standing in the hospital with the baby in his arms. The sight of those tiny, tiny babies bringing to his mind the thought of his and Karen's babies but he didn't want to think about that either. It hurt to think about that baby although he find it was sneaking in to his thoughts more and more often. He tried to force himself to breath steadily and to force the unwanted thoughts away. When they finally arrived he hated to admit it, but he was scared. He had seen so many awful scenes in his time as a police officer but this was by far the most scared he had felt.
For Ryan he was trying to block out the taunts from the voices inside his own head. The voices that were refusing to let him forget the things he had done. No matter how much guilt, remorse or regret he felt the voices refused to give up and they kept beating down on him and chipping away at the little bits of self respect he still had left. He knew he was a shell of the person he had been a year ago. That Ryan seemed to have disappeared and in his place was a person he no longer recognised and one who he certainly didn't like. The Ryan of a year ago had been quite a nice person. He'd been kind and friendly and people had liked him. But that Ryan was gone. The Ryan of now wasn't a nice person. He didn't really see people any more though. He didn't trust himself around them. He didn't trust what he might do – not after those nights. He knew alcohol had played a large part then but he also knew he was capable of it. So he kept himself hidden away – becoming bitter and lonely and self hating. Sometimes, hidden away in the dark he wondered just why he was still here. As the car pulled to a halt in front of his house, he wanted nothing more than the melt down in to the earth and disappear completely so that Ryan Murphy could no longer inflict himself on the innocent world.
Stepping out of the car, the three of them made their way to the flat. The air was still and cold around them. There was a sense of foreboding. Ryan stepped up to the doorway first, his hand trembling and he said a silent apology. He slipped his key in to the lock and turned it slowly, trying to force himself to breath deeply. He pushed it open and stepped aside allowing Rob and Zara to step in ahead of him. They followed the trail that had been left for them. He knew they had found her but the low deep growl that grumbled in Rob's throat and the tiny shocked Oh that escape from Zara's. Ryan saw Rob turn towards him a look of pain, anguish and angry playing out on his face. Ryan stumbled backwards scared of what Rob was going to do to him.
“She needs you Rob” Zara said in a way which was both soft and forceful “Leaving him for now, Imogen needs you”
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