Friday, July 11, 2008

Lauren Part Three

Here is a continuation of a story I started. If you would like to read the first two parts just click on Lauren, under topics.

prompt: crowded





“What on earth were we thinking?” she giggled. We look like a walking identity crises.” I glanced down at the photos and smiled, spandex pants, lacquered purple and pink hair, wide spiked belts cinched tight at the waist, dark make-up, it was hard to tell if we were punk, heavy metal or goth. We seemed to have embraced it all. “Just blame it on the drugs and alcohol,” I laughed. Lauren closed the photo album and takes a sip of wine as if to fortify herself. “Do you ever wish you could go back?” she asks. “I miss the freedom sometimes, but I have Lily and Josh now. I wouldn’t trade them for the world,” I answered. “When is Josh coming back?” she quizzed. “He should be back Friday. Lily will be so glad to see him; she hates these business trips. She is definitely a daddy’s girl,” I said smiling.

Lauren fidgeted with a loose thread on her blouse. “Listen I have something I need to tell you,” she said nervously. Disturbing images flooded my mind crowding my thoughts. “What is it? I asked anxiously. What’s wrong?” “Brian and I are trying to have a baby,” she blurted out. I let out a long sigh of relief. “That’s wonderful! You’ll make a terrific mom. Lily already adores you,” I exclaimed.
“Do you really think so?” she asked incredulously. Of course, I’ll have to go off my medication for awhile, but the doctor says I should be fine as long as I get back on it after the baby is born. And Brian is so excited, he really wants a child,” she chattered happily. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. “What do you mean go off your medication? I whispered. “ Well, I can’t take the drugs while I’m pregnant, silly. It would harm the baby,” she said with a grin. I try to choose my words carefully. “Lauren have you thought this out? Maybe you could adopt a child? I’m a bit worried about you going off the medication, “ I reasoned.

The wineglass shatters as she slammed it into the coffee table. “I knew it! I knew you wouldn’t understand!” she shrieked. I tried to calm her down, but she gathers up her things and heads to the front door. “For your information I haven’t taken my meds for the past month and I’ve been fine. It’s been ten years since I was in the hospital. Ten years! But you remind me of it all the time! You with your perfect husband and perfect daughter! Why can’t I have that too?” she cried. “Lauren wait! I just thought… “ “I know what you think, we can’t let the crazy lady breed,” she sneered. The car door slammed shut and she drove away. And it felt like my heart shattered into a million pieces.



To be continued...

7 comments:

Michelle said...

I read all three, I'm hooked!!

rebecca said...

i forget whether this is fiction or not. in any case, how sad....

White Rose said...

It's mostly fiction, but there is some truth to the story!

Cynthia said...

Have to admit to being thrilled by the emotional instensity of this
story, and I can relate to being
over sensitive, rei maybe she's
right.

Crafty Green Poet said...

very engagingly written, what happens next?

paisley said...

i am really enjoying this saga.... keep going...

Bullet said...

It keeps going.... it's great - always beautiful writing, this story has me disturbed!