A/N - well I had planned to post this Friday...but I had to do some life stuff and the hubby was being annoying...then the update wasn't feeling right...spent all of Saturday staring it down while swatting away hubby (he is like a bored puppy sometimes). Now today I finally got it where I wanted it, and I am safe at work. (LOL no distractions here.)
Thanks to all the readers and comments. I truly appreciate you all.
Well we made it...we are at an end, yet also a beginning. Here lies the end of Undertow - part one. The story will continue in
Undertow 2: Uncharted Waters. I will be starting a new thread for it, and will be posting the first chapter this week. I hope you will continue to join me on this journey. We have more to go.
I did a discussion thread for this last chapter. I hope you will check it out..it has a few semi spoilers and a bit of explanation into some things.
myhourglass.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=authorsficchat&thread=2776&page=13#85058As always excuse the typos. I will fix them as I find them.
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Chapter 7 part 3This is not where she expected to end up. After being removed from her cell a few hours prior, a pile of clothes and a towel shoved into her arms, she was pushed into a communal washroom. Tepid water was her only option, as she let it run all over her body letting it shock her slowly into wake. She had spent the night sleeping on her feet, head against the bars, leaning into the corner, There was no way she was going to get on that dingy cot. At first she had thought she wouldn’t sleep at all, so much was about to happen, it just seemed like her mind was too busy to rest. But it had. And she escaped in her dreams, happy visions of her with Parker.
Bo had been waiting for her outside the washroom door. He quietly led her by the arm up the stairs, through a side door, out into the cold. Chloe had expected to be thrown in the back of a police wagon or at least flanked by uniformed officers when she was transported upstate. Instead she was led to Bo’s Range Rover. It was a trip made in silence, a somber aura cast over the car, she felt like she was heading to the gallows. Bo said few words the entire trip. And when Chloe looked at him questioningly as they passed the exit for the interstate, his only response was they needed to first make a pit stop.
The same confused sinking feeling returned to her as she let Melanie drag her through the doors of Philip’s hospital room. The room was almost dark, except for the sharp slices of sunlight escaping through the slats in the blinds. The light seemed to solely fall on Philip in his bed, illuminating him with an eerie glow. Chloe had to look away. She didn’t like the feeling it gave her to see him highlighted in that way. It reminded her of those images of the resurrection on display at the rectory. She stepped in front of Melanie, turning her back on Philip.
"So what do you want to show me Melanie?" asked Chloe as she eyed the younger woman suspiciously.
It wasn’t like Melanie to want to do anything for her. Melanie looked nervous, staring down at her pink socked feet, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She was in her pajamas, a small yellow fitted tee shirt, and pink dotted bottoms. Not that Chloe was surprised to find Melanie in that state of dress. She knew that Melanie had often slept in the hospital to stay closer to Philip.
“Are you okay? I mean with what happened with you and Daniel out there?”
Chloe exhaled sharply. She had managed to let Daniel slip from her mind for a few minutes, now Melanie’s question made it all come rushing back. “Some things needed to be said.”
“I don’t know how much you heard before…”
“Enough,” said Chloe cutting her off. “He wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know anyway.”
“I don’t think he meant that stuff Chloe. He was just,” she paused running her fingers through her red hair uncomfortably. “Talking.”
“That’s the nature of letting go I think. We all struggle to find the reasons why, to give our failures meaning. I should be expert by now.” Chloe smiled sadly. “I’ve been through so many break ups.”
“So how do you do it? Let go, I mean.” Chloe watched Melanie’s eyes glance furtively toward the bed.
“For me it just sort of happens. One minute your begging and pleading for another chance, then suddenly you’re not. You wake up one day and realize there’s nothing left to fight for.”
“I doubt that would work in my case. I hate to lose, so I tend to never stop fighting.”
“I’ve noticed that about you. Reminds me of Philip.”
Melanie looked up in surprise. “Really?”
“Yep. Philip never stops fighting until he is forced to. Even then he still always keeps that small morsel of hope. Probably why he’s so good at his job. He never gives up till the deal goes his way.”
“Yeah. I can see that about him. I actually admire it. The problem is this time he’s fighting me and I don’t think he’s going to stop until he gets what he wants.”
“And what do you think he wants?” asked Chloe softly, her voice cracking, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.
“He wants me to let him go.” Chloe could see the tears shining in Melanie’s eyes and for a brief moment she wished she were closer to the girl, a friend, so she could hug her. She looked so small and alone, drowning in her cresting tears.
“Why did you want me here this morning?”
"Just look,” said Melanie leading Chloe closer to the crib in the center of the room. Chloe hadn’t noticed the crib before, too focused on Philip aglow in his bed.
Chloe peered into the small metal crib. "Oh Parker,” she said her face instantly brightening. “He's sleeping," she whispered glancing over at Melanie briefly before turning her attention back to the baby.
"Yeah,” Melanie smiled, looking down at the baby too. “He needs to get up soon, breakfast time. He's a little off schedule." Melanie reached into the crib and rubbed Parker’s stomach.
"I don't understand why he's here. Is he sick?" asked Chloe a bit concerned.
"No he's fine,” Melanie assured her. “I just thought you might want to see him."
Melanie scooped Parker up into her arms, holding the baby close to her chest. Chloe’s heart constricted as she watched Parker snuggle in closer to Melanie, before opening his eyes and looking up at her, a smile spreading across his little face.
"He’s smiling.” Chloe moved closer to them, wanting to reach out and touch her baby, then stopped herself remembering she didn’t have the right anymore.
Melanie rocked Parker gently in her arms, letting him ease into wake. She spoke to the baby in soft mellow tones, smiling down at him. “Do you want to hold him?” asked Melanie in soft melodic voice.
“Oh. Wow. Yes, of course,” responded Chloe her heart lifting. Melanie placed Parker carefully in Chloe’s arms. The baby squirmed in his new position, his face scrunching, as he started to whine. A momentary panic seized Chloe as Parker fidgeted in her arms. What if she were hurting him in some way right now? “Maybe you should just take him Melanie. He obviously wants you.”
“No, I think he’s just a little hungry. I have a bottle warming for him. I’m going to get it.”
Chloe struggled to remember what to do, how to comfort him. It seemed like so long since she had been allowed to be the one to take care of him. She felt inadequate, like she was doing everything wrong. Chloe had thought motherhood was partially instinctual, but right now she felt a disconnect from the little boy in her arms. Parker must have felt it too as he continued to fuss and wiggle.
Melanie came back over to them, placing her hand on Parker’s head, rubbing his hair gently. She handed Chloe a bottle. “It’s okay Parker. It’s your mommy. She’s going to have breakfast with you.” Melanie cooed. Parker settled down at the sound of Melanie’s voice, looking up at her.
“I don’t think he knows who I am Melanie. He’s probably forgotten me.”
“He knows. I’ll never let him forget.” Chloe looked up at Melanie in surprise. She didn’t know what to make of that statement. Here she had been thinking that Melanie was trying to replace her in Parker’s life, but now Melanie was saying otherwise.
"Why are you doing this Melanie?” asked Chloe as she rocked Parker in her arms. “I know you're scared of me being around him."
"Philip died last night," said Melanie biting down on her lower lip, a few tears sliding down her cheeks.
Chloe’s gut twisted at her words. "What?"
"Daniel brought him back, but he was gone Chloe. It was awful." Chloe watched Melanie as she walked over to Philip, and sat beside him on the bed. She brushed the hair away from his face with her fingers.
"Is he okay now?" asked Chloe as she slowly approached the bed.
"Okay?” Melanie shook her head and cried, unhidden, as if she didn’t have the energy to fight her emotions any longer. “His body will get weaker and weaker until it just shuts down."
Chloe took a seat in the chair by the bed, looking down at Parker. The baby had quieted down in Chloe’s arms, he now was staring up at her with his big blue eyes. "Are you saying he's going to die?"
“I don’t…I can’t.” Melanie shook her head, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. She looked down at Philip’s face sadly, taking a deep breath. “You know just everything that happened last night made me see a few things clearly. Parker could lose his father.”
"And I'm going away." Parker grabbed Chloe’s finger as she made the statement, as if he understood the meaning of her words, and was trying in his small way to hold her there. She leaned over and kissed his head, inhaling his sweet baby scent, before holding his bottle to his lips.
"I just wanted him to have his family even if it was just for a little while."
Family had been this elusive dream for Chloe, like spotting a four leaf clover in a vast field. When she finally did get her family, it felt a little too late, it was a let go dream that had since been replaced by others. Not that she didn’t love her parents and sister, they were great. But that tie that families had, probably created while a person was young and dependant, more open to love, that never really formed for Chloe. There had always felt like something was missing between them.
She had felt more connected to the men in her life, letting her lovers be her anchor in the world. When things were good, it almost worked, making her truly feel that chosen family was just as important, if not more so. Then things would go bad, and Chloe was left adrift, floundering to find her place again. Now she was about to doom Parker to the same fate. Floating through his existence without feeling like he truly belonged anywhere. She was leaving him just when they should be building their own tie.
"I don't know what to say. Thank you,” said Chloe holding Melanie’s gaze, understanding the impact of what Melanie wanted to do.
Parker sucked vigorously on Chloe’s lap, making happy coos as he drank his formula. She hugged him just a little closer as she finally let herself look over at Philip. Her heart lurched. He looked pale and thin, different than when she had last seen him. Maybe it was the daylight. She usually visited him in the shadow of night, where things were easily altered to the eye. Stark light of day hid no secrets. Philip looked like he was slipping away.
"I can't leave you guys alone in here, but I'll just sit back there out of your way,” announced Melanie rising to her feet looking around awkwardly. “You two should visit with Philip. I think he'd like that."
They both went silent for a moment, the only sounds in the room were the soft beep of Philip’s monitors and the gentle sucking of Parker in Chloe’s lap.
"It’s strange being here with you,” said Chloe breaking the silence. “I go back and forth with how I feel about you."
Melanie nodded. "I do the same."
"Believe it or not I do know you have Parker's best interest at heart.” Chloe paused looking down at Parker grabbing her hand as he drank. “I just..."
"You just wish I wasn't the one taking care of him,” she responded slowly meeting Chloe’s eyes.
"Something like that."
Chloe shifted Parker up on her shoulder, patting his back softly. It had been so long since she fed him. A task she used to perform so often when he was a newborn, something she had come to dread, his constant need for attention had annoyed Chloe then. Now she cherished it. This time with her son, no matter how brief, getting the chance to be his mother, to act like a mother, meant the world to her.
"You better take this,” said Melanie offering Chloe a cloth diaper. “Parker has been known to stain many a shirt.” Chloe took the diaper and smiled, putting it over her shoulder under Parker’s face on her. Chloe watched Melanie walk over to the window, peering through a slat in the blinds as she spoke. “I sometimes wish I wasn't the one taking care of him too. I want Philip to be here for him."
"Philip would be an amazing dad." The fact that Parker would probably never get to know his father was killing her.
Melanie turned to face her, a sad smile on her face. "I think so too, a natural. I want him to get the chance."
"I pray for it Melanie, everyday. I want Parker and Philip to have each other while I'm gone."
Chloe had never felt so helpless in her faith. Countless prayers provided her little solace when Philip remained unchanged for so long. She was beginning to wonder if God were truly listening. Even at her lowest, when she plunged into that cold river, she had felt God’s love surrounding her. But where was he for Philip? It didn’t seem possible that having a father leave his son was God’s will.
"It's starting to feel like that's not going to happen. None of us are going to have Philip soon."
"I don't want to believe that. He's been a part of my life for so long.” Chloe squeezed her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. Philip at seventeen, bangs in his eyes, squinting up at the sun, dimples on display popped into her mind. “I can't let him go."
Melanie’s voice was so small, as she glanced over at Philip, folding her arms across her chest. "Me either."
"We had so many memories, good times over the years. He was my first love."
Suddenly all she could see was the look of horror on Philip’s face when she told him about Brady. She could hear his voice breaking with tears as he professed his love and begged her not to go. Why didn’t she just say the words back then? Just let him know that she loved him too, even though she had chosen Brady. He didn’t deserve to doubt her feelings, despite everything else. Tears escaped past her lashes as she struggled to get her mind to focus on happier thoughts of Philip, like dancing, kisses under the stars, night swims on the lake.
"Mine too."
Chloe looked up in mild surprise. "I didn't realize."
Chloe watched Melanie walk back over to the bed and take a seat beside Philip, leaning back on the pillows that propped Philip’s head. "What we had wasn't big or showy. Maybe he didn't love me the same as you or Stephanie or Belle. I didn't get all the grand romantic gestures or the tireless pursuits he had with you, and the others. But he came home every night and I fell asleep in his arms and we started each day together.” She leaned over and kissed his forehead, slowly, lingering, almost reverent. Chloe had to look away feeling embarrassed to witness such an emotional display. “I guess it doesn't seem like much compared to what you guys had."
"Seems like a lot to me. You had what I've always wanted. You guys created a home. I'm so sorry that I had a hand in destroying that."
"I had a hand in destroying it too. I took it all for granted and now I'd give anything to get it back just for one more day," Melanie said mournfully.
"Another day would be nice. One more sunset on the balcony." A smile formed on her lips as she remembered the last time she had seen Philip, all in black, his foot up on the rail, staring into her eyes.
"What balcony?" asked Melanie.
"At the Towers Hotel, when we stayed there. We would sit outside watching the sunset, crying in our beers." She looked over at Parker, leaning on her shoulder, playing in her hair, twisting it around his small hand.
"Oh when you lived together." Melanie looked away dejectedly.
"It wasn't like that. I'm sorry I let you think...it wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that to Philip.” She had been a bad friend. All Philip had wanted then was to convince Melanie of his love and Chloe had shattered that in one malicious blow. Melanie may have deserved to be knocked down a peg, but not like that, not at Philip’s expense. “He truly loves you. He told me that. We're just friends Melanie."
"Thank you for saying that,” she said swiping at the steady flow of tears on her face. “And what I told you Philip said the night of the accident..."
"That he would give me up for you?"
“He didn’t really mean it.” Melanie averted her gaze, fidgeting with her wedding rings. “Just one of those things you say in the heat of the moment.”
"He meant it. I know Philip so well. When he's in love he'll do anything, say anything. Those grand romantic gestures."
"I'd never do that to him though. At least I'd like to think I wouldn't. I'd never let him walk away from someone he cared about for me. I never really had any friends and now that I finally do, I see how precious they are. I wouldn't take that from him. Even if I couldn't stand the friend."
"Thanks for saying that especially since you can't stand me." She chuckled as she perched Parker on her knee, facing him toward Philip and Melanie on the bed.
"Philip didn't do all that big stuff for me anyway...those grand gestures."
"How can you say that?” asked Chloe feeling a little shocked. “He might have done the biggest thing of all for you. He risked his life for you."
"When he shielded me in the car."
"Yes."
Chloe knew Philip was a hero, he would’ve done that for anyone. From what Brady had told her about the accident, how Philip protected her afterwards, how his final thoughts were about Melanie, it had seemed pretty grand to Chloe.
"I wish he hadn't. I didn't deserve it,” Melanie admitted sadly.
"I didn't deserve it either when he picked me up time and time again. But isn't it lucky he didn't feel the same? We should be glad he saw something worthwhile in us." She picked up Parker, turning him around, holding him close. She let herself imagine that some part of the hug was from Philip.
"Why are being so nice to me Chloe?"
"You gave me this amazing gift,” she said kissing Parker’s cheeks. “How can I not be nice?”
“Now you’re making me feel bad for all the awful thoughts I’ve had about you,” she sniffled.
“It’s okay,” Chloe said softly.
“No it’s not. I know you’re going through a lot. I know you’re not all bad. I just have a hard time with you sometimes. It hurts. I feel like you stole something from me.” She hesitated, a small sob interrupting the flow of her words as she continued. “I was supposed to be the one to have given Philip a baby, and now all of that is gone. And I can’t wish what happened away, I’d never want Parker gone, I love him. But I just feel like you took away my chance at a family.”
“I’m so sorry Melanie. You’ve got to believe I never meant to hurt you.”
Her words broke a dam somewhere within Chloe and the tears wouldn’t stop coming. Melanie transformed before her into a broken girl, scared and alone, dreaming of castles, and her perfect prince riding in to save her. Chloe had wrecked all of that for her, for them. Because she knew that Philip had wanted that life very much.
The tears kept coming. She put Parker back in her lap not wanting him to see her so emotional. She cried for all they had lost, for hopes with Daniel, for sweet little Parker being left alone without his parents, for Melanie’s pain, and most of all for she cried for Philip. Trapped between here and heaven, waiting for a way to finally be free.
“It doesn’t really matter now anyway.” Melanie looked sadly down at Philip.
“Don’t say that. There’s still time to hope. As long as he’s still with us there’s time.”
The soft rise and fall of Philip’s chest, his only movement, so still in his bed, shoved into fancy green pajamas, his hands posed over the tightly tucked handmade quilt. It just wasn’t right. He deserved more than this.
"Philip responded to Parker last night before...you know."
"He did?" asked Chloe wiping away her tears, trying to pull herself back together.
"He moved when Parker touched him."
Chloe smiled. "That's amazing."
"I was hoping he would do it again, bring him around."
"Can I try? I'd like to talk to him."
"Okay. I’ll give you some space," said Melanie as she got up from the bed and walked away.
Chloe turned Parker in her lap, to face the bed, before grabbing Philip’s stiff hand. ”How did we end up here? You’re in this bed, me on my way to yet another psych ward? We never could have imagined this as kids. I’ve been thinking a lot about us back in high school lately. About our time together. How you were this sweet boy that made me feel like I was in a fairytale. I know things didn’t last for us but for a while there, we had something so perfect and special, something no one else could ever touch.”
“Remember when I was the one in the bed? When I was fighting cancer? And you would come visit me every day trying to cheer me up? I’m sorry I didn’t do the same for you. Maybe if I hadn’t been so caught in my own drama if I had spent more time with you. I should have done just as much as you did for me. More. Because face it Philip you have pulled me through now more times than I can count. I sort of think that’s why we had our little miracle. No matter what happens, he connects us.” She looked down at Parker and smiled. “He’s living proof of our bond.”
“I’m not sure I can make it in this world without you. And I can’t believe Parker is going to lose both of us. He doesn’t need to pay for our mistakes like this.” Parker wiggled on her knee, leaning to get closer to the bed. Chloe moved him, so he could touch his father’s hand.
“Oh here I go again laying all my issues on you as usual. I’m going to stop that. I promise you Philip I am going to get strong and get healthy and find my way back to our son.”
She looked down at their hands, the three of them touching. Closest they probably would ever get to a real family moment. Chloe closed her eyes briefly memorizing it all. The look of Parker’s hand on top of his father’s, would be something she’d keep with her forever.
“I know you’re tired now. Maybe you were holding on for me. Until you knew I was okay for Parker. So trust me now I will be. And you can rest now. I promise I won’t let you down.” She sighed heavily, saying one more prayer for him. “Sleep well Philip.”
She tightened her grip on his hand, stroking it gently with her thumb. Philip looked so handsome, even in his thinner state. If only he would turn and look at her, even if it had to be the last time. She just wanted to see those familiar eyes once more.
Then suddenly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, she felt it. She looked down in surprise, sure she was imagining it. Then again, this time she saw his fingers move. Philip was squeezing her hand.
“Melanie,” she called out excitedly. “He squeezed my hand.”
“Are you sure?” she asked running over to them. “It could be a reflex action.”
“He did it again!” Chloe almost yelled, as she felt the light pressure against her palm.
“Philip can you hear me?” Melanie asked leaning over his face, stroking his hair.
Chloe couldn’t contain her grin, happy tears welling in her eyes. Parker looked up at her uncertain about the commotion. “Melanie he is grabbing my hand.”
“Don’t let go of his hand Chloe. Don’t let him go,” said Melanie as she raced out the door to find help.
”I won’t,” said Chloe softly, smiling, staring at Philip struggling to open his eyes. “Not ever.”
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