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The sentence hung in the quiet. Heather threw the burnt fag out of her window before looking straight at the cloudless night.
"It's too late for me. I don't even feel it any more," the lawyer said in an unwavering voice. "I've reached a point where I can bury it and move on."
"Do you keep convincing yourself that?"
"Yes."
"The day I see a patient who is going to die in front of me and not feel a thing is the day I turn in my papers and walk out the door," said Rebecca with conviction.
"Don't let that day come for you any sooner than it has to. Please, go and do it."
They turned to look at each other once more. Heather leaned over and planted a tender kiss on the doctor's lips. Their tongues brushed each other slowly, saying a parting farewell.
"Do you want me to wait until you're inside?"
"No," said Rebecca. "I need to do this alone."
Heather nodded in understanding and clutched her hand one last time.
"You take care, Rebecca. Let me know when Perry can make it to the fireworks display."
With a final peck on the lips, the doctor got out of the car. Heather sped away, leaving her all alone. She made her way to the doorway and rang the bell once. A lump caught in her throat at the thought of what she had to do next, but she was more resolute than ever to do it.
The wait was painful, feeling like a small eternity to her before she heard the patter of footsteps approaching the door. She composed herself and took a deep breath as it opened.
"Hi, aunt Becky!"
"Hi there, Annie," she said dropping to her knees and engulfing the tiny form of her niece in a hug. "I haven't seen you in so long. You've grown so much."
"I'm in second grade now," she giggled.
"That's amazing," Rebecca said, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Is your Dad home?"
"Annie, who is it?"
Rebecca got up in time to see her brother make an appearance in the hallway. His looked stunned to see her.
"Annie, help your mother lay the table for dinner, will you?" he said, sending his daughter prancing back down the hall. Rebecca watched her tiny form longingly. Her brother walked to the door and leaned against the frame.
"Becky? This is a surprise."
"It is, Jeff. How've you been? How's Alice?"
"We're good. How have you been?"
She pursed her lips, unsure how to answer. Jeff looked at her curiously for a few seconds before she spoke up.
"Jeff, I'm really sorry for what happened all those years ago. If I could, I would take it all back. But we need to get past that. I need you, Alice and Annie in my life. You're all the family I have left. It's really lonely without all of you."
He looked at her, then back at the room where he heard the laughter of his wife and daughter. Tears welled up in Rebecca's eyes with every passing moment of indecision. Finally, he stood aside and ushered her in. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
"I've missed you so much, Jeff. You have no idea."
"I've missed you too, Becky," he said into her shoulder. "Come in. It's cold outside."
They held hands as they walked down the hall.
"Just so I know, what prompted you to suddenly show up at my doorstep so late in the night?"
"A friend."
"Must be a good friend."
*****
If you want to read more stories centred around Heather Franklin, try "How To Catch A Falling Star", "The Day The Music Died", "Moira" and "Edge of Reason".
- COMMENTS
FranziskaSissy4 months agoI will use this paragraph you have written
If you want goodness, look at the other end of the spectrum. Look at underpaid teachers and social workers. Look at doctors in inner city clinics. Look at the patrol cops or the firemen down the street who risk their lives for complete strangers. Look at the Good Samaritan who gives a homeless guy a twenty for a meal. Look at the teenager who helps an old lady across the road. Look at the everyday acts of kindness all around you, but for God's sake, don't look at the top
Unfortunately the greediness has reached the lowest parts as well as the highest of our societies and money buys everything - this was Heather Franklin’s truth ….. yes there are some highlights but after all no difference anymore ….. its not just my minds thought, many others having the same conclusion
We all start with childish thoughts of making the world a little better and then the first temptation is perhaps enough and the dark power casts its spell over us .... We are all sinners, without exception, even the so called holy ones or good ones or name it
You are just writing about a depressive truth the human s have reached
Thank you for sharing your talent ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨☘️
Anonymousover 6 years agoTo be honest the sex became less interesting to me the more the story developed; please take this as a compliment. I found the character development completely intriguing and very clever. I loved this story and think you are very talented. K.
Lcnmdabout 9 years agoA wonderful and well written story!
You are so good, thank you for all of your writings!
L
CPBaudelairealmost 10 years agoI'm following the development of Heather's character with great interest. I like where LaRascasse is taking her in these various vignettes. It will be interesting to see where she goes. Oh, and of course, well-written as usual. Always a pleasure to read.
tygzalmost 10 years ago'"We're lesbians in a Literotica story. We should be having sex at first sight." Heather pointed out. "It's a miracle we haven't started making out yet."'
So much for the 4th wall!
On a more serious note - loved this piece. As much á Heather claims to be a lost cause, her humanity shines through quite brightly here; very touching.
