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LN: Anderson
DW: Jessica Abigail "Jess"
SO: William James Hunter (Hunter=LN)
Sorry that it is so long, but I love to write! ^_^ Anyways you don't have to read it, but I was curious I ended it with Jessica and William not even close to dating is that bad? becuase I can write more and get them together.
My name is Jessica Abigail Anderson, I was named Jessica after my mother's sister who died as a child and I was name Abigail after my grandmother. I have long dirty blond wavey hair, and sparkling eyes that vary from blue to grey, in short I look exactly like my mother except from my height. While my mother is a short petite woman, I got my father's genes for height and stand at almost 6'0". My mother hasn't had an easy life, my father didn't hang around after I was conceived and my mother had to work two different jobs and as a result I matured faster then many kids my age. I never whined about doing all the housework as I knew there was no way my mother could do everything, I cleaned the house and made meals. My mother always thanked me when she was around long enough, and not in an exhausted sleep. I became protective of my mother and as soon as possible I started working for the neighbors and when I got older, as a waitress, helping to pay the bills. After a while my mother was able to give up her second job. When I went to the university to get my degree my mother was still working but since the house was paid off she could support herself alone, so I went to work and paid my own tuition. And now I am finally done getting my law degree.
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"Yes, finally! We're done! It's Over! Yay!"
I looked over at my over exuberant friend Lilliana as she jumped up and down for joy.
"I can't believe we are finally done with college!" Lilliana yelled. I smiled rather wistfully, I couldn't either but unlike my friend and roommate I loved school.
"Aren't you excited?!" Lilliana asked.
"Yes, I can't believe I already have my law degree, I haven't even decided where to practice yet." I said, slightly surprised at myself for not having a list of prospective employers.
"That's Jess for you," Lilliana told her suitcase as she packed, "Always in control, always having a plan of attack." Lillianna turned around to look at me, her brilliant died red hair swinging into her face and sticking on her shiny lip glossed lips. "You know some of the best times in my life were pure coincidences. You need to go with the flow more, not be such a plan-maker. As my father always said 'the best way for plans not to go awry is to never have a plan'."
"I can't not have a plan." And it was true, it was much easier to know and plan out what you were going to do then to go into something blind.
"Miss Anderson?" A mildly inquisitive voice came from the door.
"Yes?" I asked as I turned around, and recognized the man's uniform as a couriers' uniform, couriers were often used in New York, especially if the message was important.
"I have a message for you," The man handed me a sealed yellow envelope and proffered a clipboard from me to sign after asking to see my ID.
"What is it?" Lilliana asked after he left.
"I don't know." I answered as I opened the envelope. A large sheet of paper fell into my hand along with a small piece of paper. I picked up the large sheet and smiled at the sight of my mother hand writing, however after a moments reading my legs gave out.
"What is it!" Lilliana's question was practically a scream as she kneeled down beside me and snatched the letter from my lax hand. Her hand rose to her throat as she read and she whispered, "Oh, Jessica, I am so sorry."
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I couldn't believe that my mother had died, couldn't believe that she had told her doctor not to contact me so I could be with her. Numbly I finished packing, said my good-byes and flew out to South Dakota. When I arrived all I did was check into a hotel and drop off my luggage before going to the hospital my mother had been at. I knew only because a short note, from the doctor, had informed me, along with telling me that Mrs. Anderson had told him not to contact me. When I arrived and asked for Dr. Hunter I was informed that he was in surgery but if I wanted to wait they'd tell him I was here as soon as he got out. Since I had nothing better to do I went and sat down and waited. And waited. After two hours I finally approached the front desk again to ask about Dr. Hunter. The secretary looked at me with a patronizing stare and stated, "Dr. Hunter has been out of surgery for an hour. Didn't you hear the page?"
I hadn't as I hadn't been listening, assuming they would tell him when he was out. "Did you tell him I was here?"
"Does it look like I've had the time?"
I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then decided to do it again just for good measure. I opened my eyes and looked at her mocking face and realized it hadn't helped any. "Where is his office?"
"Down the hall, turn right then keep going till you get to the end then turn left, now if you don't mind there are people waiting."
I did mind but I left anyways to keep from making a scene. I followed her instructions and found myself lost. I asked a young nurse standing nearby and got different directions that led me to his office door. I stared at the engraved gold plate and willed myself to calm down, but somewhere between arriving at the hotel and now I had lost the numbness that had protected me. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. There was no answer. After a second I tried the door and found it unlocked. Venturing inward I found that Dr. Hunter was not in his office. I didn't know why I was surprised, if the secretary had lied about where his office was she could lie about where he was. I left the door cracked open and sat down on the couch facing his cluttered desk and settled in to wait. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing a knew I heard a deep low voice speaking, "No, it's okay, she hardly looks like she is dangerous, I am sure I am capable of handling her should she turn violent. ...... No Mrs. Rodriguez. ...... Yes, I'll see you later."
I sat up and blearily opened my eyes. The only light in the room came from a soft light on his desk, the bright overhead lights remained off. "Well, I see you have woken up. How are you feeling?"
I watched as a big tall man walked over to the desk and sat. But I knew he couldn't be Dr. Hunter. No, he was much too big, much too strong looking to be a doctor. He looked more like a cowboy or an ancient warrior to be a doctor. His hair, long and black, was pulled back in a ponytail, his eyes too pure of an emerald green not to be enhanced by contacts. As a rule I didn’t like men with long hair, but some how it seemed to fit him.
"Where is Dr. Hunter?" I asked, my voice low and husky from residual sleep.
"I am Dr. William Hunter." the man answered.
Sleep must have still dulled my mind or else I never would have said what I did. "But you can't be, you're too big." And by big I didn't mean fat, as I didn't think he had an once of fat on him. Of course it could have been a remarkable illusion, but I doubted it, it was more likely that all his bulk was made up of muscles.
A deep rich laugh filled the room, bringing her back to reality. Dr. Hunter's eyes twinkled at her from across the room, "Too big, huh? I don't know whether to be offended or not."
It was clear he was not as he was still chuckling, however I felt heat rising in my cheeks and knew I was blushing, I hoped the dimness of the room would conceal it but from the way his eyes roved over her face she guessed it didn't. I cleared my throat and started again, "I'm sorry, you just startled me. I was waiting for you to return and must have fallen asleep."
"Don't be sorry, it's obvious that you needed your rest. Now why were you looking for me?" Dr. Hunter asked, as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, his piercing gaze never leaving her face.
"I..." My throat closed, and my eyes stung slightly. I quickly looked away from him and started again. "I came here because I was informed that my mother was a patient here when she... passed away."
For a second I hoped he would say he had no idea what I was talking about, that if I went home I'd find my mother waiting for me. I heard the chair creek and I looked up, Dr. Hunter was now sitting up his hands resting on the edges of the desk.
"You're Mrs. Anderson's daughter?" His voice seemed to have cooled quite a bit.
I was Emotional pain griped me tightly, closing my throat, so I nodded instead.
"I surprised you made it so quickly," He said almost absently.
"She... you said she had told you not to contact me?"
"Yes, I was under the impression that she didn't wish to disturb you." His voice was definitely cool bordering on cold, his eyes hard, and I suddenly realized that he thought I hadn't cared enough about my mother that I would have come had she called. That coldness was enough to push back the pain, to allow me my pride and give off an illusion of stoicism.
"How did she die?" I asked, and for a second I almost thought he would say 'alone' but he didn't.
"She died from cancer, she has apparently had it for some time but had no tests done and didn't come in until she could barely move around her house." the words were said with a professional-like calm but she could see the anger flashing in his eyes. Guilt crashed down at her, she should have called her mother more often, should have made sure she was taking care of herself, but she hadn't. She looked away from Dr. Hunter's accusing eyes. So what if he thought she didn’t care, so what if he though she was rich enough to provide a better home for her mother but didn’t, so what if he didn't know that she was about to shatter with a grief almost too deep to be borne alone.
"I'll have to arrange for... the funeral."
"It's a little late for that." I looked up startled, how could it be too late? "Mrs. Anderson requested that she be cremated immediately after she passed away. Something about not wanting to burden you with having the expense of a funeral."
Cremated? I sat in shock staring at him, complete devastation shook her. How could my mother have thought that she would have viewed having a funeral as a burden? How could she have believed her daughter was so callous? Had I acted in some way that had caused her to think that? Suddenly I knew I had to leave. I had to get away the cold eyes glaring at me. I stood up shakily and said, "It was nice to meet you, Dr. Hunter." and fled.
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William studied the door as it closed behind the quickly retreating figure. The gorgeous young blond had not been what he had expected. Her eyes seemed too old for her face, her face drawn and tired. He had never expected someone so cruel could look so innocent. However he had to review his opinion that she had been unmoved. While she had not appeared to be overwhelmed with grief, or even a little grief-stricken, why had she fled so suddenly? Maybe he had been wrong he though thinking back over the way she had been sitting there her hands clenched together until her knuckles were white, blinking fast occasionally as though to stop tears. William swore. He had been wrong, he bet she was hurting, but just pushing the hurt away to get done what needed to be done. He thought back over his words and winced slightly, he had been unnecessary cruel but it angered him when he though of that sweet old woman dying alone. In his anger he had assumed that the daughter was responsible for her mother not telling her, but now he doubted that.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
DW: Jessica Abigail "Jess"
SO: William James Hunter (Hunter=LN)
Sorry that it is so long, but I love to write! ^_^ Anyways you don't have to read it, but I was curious I ended it with Jessica and William not even close to dating is that bad? becuase I can write more and get them together.
My name is Jessica Abigail Anderson, I was named Jessica after my mother's sister who died as a child and I was name Abigail after my grandmother. I have long dirty blond wavey hair, and sparkling eyes that vary from blue to grey, in short I look exactly like my mother except from my height. While my mother is a short petite woman, I got my father's genes for height and stand at almost 6'0". My mother hasn't had an easy life, my father didn't hang around after I was conceived and my mother had to work two different jobs and as a result I matured faster then many kids my age. I never whined about doing all the housework as I knew there was no way my mother could do everything, I cleaned the house and made meals. My mother always thanked me when she was around long enough, and not in an exhausted sleep. I became protective of my mother and as soon as possible I started working for the neighbors and when I got older, as a waitress, helping to pay the bills. After a while my mother was able to give up her second job. When I went to the university to get my degree my mother was still working but since the house was paid off she could support herself alone, so I went to work and paid my own tuition. And now I am finally done getting my law degree.
---------------------
"Yes, finally! We're done! It's Over! Yay!"
I looked over at my over exuberant friend Lilliana as she jumped up and down for joy.
"I can't believe we are finally done with college!" Lilliana yelled. I smiled rather wistfully, I couldn't either but unlike my friend and roommate I loved school.
"Aren't you excited?!" Lilliana asked.
"Yes, I can't believe I already have my law degree, I haven't even decided where to practice yet." I said, slightly surprised at myself for not having a list of prospective employers.
"That's Jess for you," Lilliana told her suitcase as she packed, "Always in control, always having a plan of attack." Lillianna turned around to look at me, her brilliant died red hair swinging into her face and sticking on her shiny lip glossed lips. "You know some of the best times in my life were pure coincidences. You need to go with the flow more, not be such a plan-maker. As my father always said 'the best way for plans not to go awry is to never have a plan'."
"I can't not have a plan." And it was true, it was much easier to know and plan out what you were going to do then to go into something blind.
"Miss Anderson?" A mildly inquisitive voice came from the door.
"Yes?" I asked as I turned around, and recognized the man's uniform as a couriers' uniform, couriers were often used in New York, especially if the message was important.
"I have a message for you," The man handed me a sealed yellow envelope and proffered a clipboard from me to sign after asking to see my ID.
"What is it?" Lilliana asked after he left.
"I don't know." I answered as I opened the envelope. A large sheet of paper fell into my hand along with a small piece of paper. I picked up the large sheet and smiled at the sight of my mother hand writing, however after a moments reading my legs gave out.
"What is it!" Lilliana's question was practically a scream as she kneeled down beside me and snatched the letter from my lax hand. Her hand rose to her throat as she read and she whispered, "Oh, Jessica, I am so sorry."
--------------------
I couldn't believe that my mother had died, couldn't believe that she had told her doctor not to contact me so I could be with her. Numbly I finished packing, said my good-byes and flew out to South Dakota. When I arrived all I did was check into a hotel and drop off my luggage before going to the hospital my mother had been at. I knew only because a short note, from the doctor, had informed me, along with telling me that Mrs. Anderson had told him not to contact me. When I arrived and asked for Dr. Hunter I was informed that he was in surgery but if I wanted to wait they'd tell him I was here as soon as he got out. Since I had nothing better to do I went and sat down and waited. And waited. After two hours I finally approached the front desk again to ask about Dr. Hunter. The secretary looked at me with a patronizing stare and stated, "Dr. Hunter has been out of surgery for an hour. Didn't you hear the page?"
I hadn't as I hadn't been listening, assuming they would tell him when he was out. "Did you tell him I was here?"
"Does it look like I've had the time?"
I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then decided to do it again just for good measure. I opened my eyes and looked at her mocking face and realized it hadn't helped any. "Where is his office?"
"Down the hall, turn right then keep going till you get to the end then turn left, now if you don't mind there are people waiting."
I did mind but I left anyways to keep from making a scene. I followed her instructions and found myself lost. I asked a young nurse standing nearby and got different directions that led me to his office door. I stared at the engraved gold plate and willed myself to calm down, but somewhere between arriving at the hotel and now I had lost the numbness that had protected me. I raised my hand and knocked on the door. There was no answer. After a second I tried the door and found it unlocked. Venturing inward I found that Dr. Hunter was not in his office. I didn't know why I was surprised, if the secretary had lied about where his office was she could lie about where he was. I left the door cracked open and sat down on the couch facing his cluttered desk and settled in to wait. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing a knew I heard a deep low voice speaking, "No, it's okay, she hardly looks like she is dangerous, I am sure I am capable of handling her should she turn violent. ...... No Mrs. Rodriguez. ...... Yes, I'll see you later."
I sat up and blearily opened my eyes. The only light in the room came from a soft light on his desk, the bright overhead lights remained off. "Well, I see you have woken up. How are you feeling?"
I watched as a big tall man walked over to the desk and sat. But I knew he couldn't be Dr. Hunter. No, he was much too big, much too strong looking to be a doctor. He looked more like a cowboy or an ancient warrior to be a doctor. His hair, long and black, was pulled back in a ponytail, his eyes too pure of an emerald green not to be enhanced by contacts. As a rule I didn’t like men with long hair, but some how it seemed to fit him.
"Where is Dr. Hunter?" I asked, my voice low and husky from residual sleep.
"I am Dr. William Hunter." the man answered.
Sleep must have still dulled my mind or else I never would have said what I did. "But you can't be, you're too big." And by big I didn't mean fat, as I didn't think he had an once of fat on him. Of course it could have been a remarkable illusion, but I doubted it, it was more likely that all his bulk was made up of muscles.
A deep rich laugh filled the room, bringing her back to reality. Dr. Hunter's eyes twinkled at her from across the room, "Too big, huh? I don't know whether to be offended or not."
It was clear he was not as he was still chuckling, however I felt heat rising in my cheeks and knew I was blushing, I hoped the dimness of the room would conceal it but from the way his eyes roved over her face she guessed it didn't. I cleared my throat and started again, "I'm sorry, you just startled me. I was waiting for you to return and must have fallen asleep."
"Don't be sorry, it's obvious that you needed your rest. Now why were you looking for me?" Dr. Hunter asked, as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, his piercing gaze never leaving her face.
"I..." My throat closed, and my eyes stung slightly. I quickly looked away from him and started again. "I came here because I was informed that my mother was a patient here when she... passed away."
For a second I hoped he would say he had no idea what I was talking about, that if I went home I'd find my mother waiting for me. I heard the chair creek and I looked up, Dr. Hunter was now sitting up his hands resting on the edges of the desk.
"You're Mrs. Anderson's daughter?" His voice seemed to have cooled quite a bit.
I was Emotional pain griped me tightly, closing my throat, so I nodded instead.
"I surprised you made it so quickly," He said almost absently.
"She... you said she had told you not to contact me?"
"Yes, I was under the impression that she didn't wish to disturb you." His voice was definitely cool bordering on cold, his eyes hard, and I suddenly realized that he thought I hadn't cared enough about my mother that I would have come had she called. That coldness was enough to push back the pain, to allow me my pride and give off an illusion of stoicism.
"How did she die?" I asked, and for a second I almost thought he would say 'alone' but he didn't.
"She died from cancer, she has apparently had it for some time but had no tests done and didn't come in until she could barely move around her house." the words were said with a professional-like calm but she could see the anger flashing in his eyes. Guilt crashed down at her, she should have called her mother more often, should have made sure she was taking care of herself, but she hadn't. She looked away from Dr. Hunter's accusing eyes. So what if he thought she didn’t care, so what if he though she was rich enough to provide a better home for her mother but didn’t, so what if he didn't know that she was about to shatter with a grief almost too deep to be borne alone.
"I'll have to arrange for... the funeral."
"It's a little late for that." I looked up startled, how could it be too late? "Mrs. Anderson requested that she be cremated immediately after she passed away. Something about not wanting to burden you with having the expense of a funeral."
Cremated? I sat in shock staring at him, complete devastation shook her. How could my mother have thought that she would have viewed having a funeral as a burden? How could she have believed her daughter was so callous? Had I acted in some way that had caused her to think that? Suddenly I knew I had to leave. I had to get away the cold eyes glaring at me. I stood up shakily and said, "It was nice to meet you, Dr. Hunter." and fled.
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William studied the door as it closed behind the quickly retreating figure. The gorgeous young blond had not been what he had expected. Her eyes seemed too old for her face, her face drawn and tired. He had never expected someone so cruel could look so innocent. However he had to review his opinion that she had been unmoved. While she had not appeared to be overwhelmed with grief, or even a little grief-stricken, why had she fled so suddenly? Maybe he had been wrong he though thinking back over the way she had been sitting there her hands clenched together until her knuckles were white, blinking fast occasionally as though to stop tears. William swore. He had been wrong, he bet she was hurting, but just pushing the hurt away to get done what needed to be done. He thought back over his words and winced slightly, he had been unnecessary cruel but it angered him when he though of that sweet old woman dying alone. In his anger he had assumed that the daughter was responsible for her mother not telling her, but now he doubted that.
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
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Thank you! ^_^
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
Mark Twain
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