Destined to be

chapter 74

 Previously ; 

Steven: " Ok fine I will now . "

Clara: " Ok , thank you then . "

Rachel: " Hey guys I hope I am not interrupting . "

Steven: " No of course you are not . "

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Rachel: " Great , great , great , actually you know I have some work in the city and I was hoping if one of you will take me because you know I don't belong here so I don't know the places . "

Steven: " I will love to but tonight I am taking Clara out . "

Rachel: " So you guys going on a date ? "

Steven: " Apparently my girl friend has been complaining me that I don't spend enough time with her which is ironic because I think that's all I do . "

Clara: " Steven and then you say that I am the mean one . . . . . . . . "

Steven: " Oh I am sorry . . . . . . I m sorry . I was just kidding . We have not spent alone time in a long while and today we both are free so I thought that it may be the right time . "

Rachel: " You both are so cute . Clara you were right . "]

Steven: " Right ? . . . . . . . . about what ? "

Rachel: " Clara told me that you are the best boyfriend in the whole world and now I can see why she said that . "

Clara: " Yes . . . . . yes . . . . . . of course I said that . And it is true I am so lucky to have you in my life Steven . "

Steven: " That is so sweet . "

Rachel: " So this means you and Clara are not available . So what should I do now ? It is a bummer . . . . . .Oh wait Tyler will you mind showing me around . We will also get to know each other and may be we can be good friends . "

Tyler: " I . . . . . . . . "

Rachel: " Come on say yes . "

Clara: " Yes of course Tyler can show you around . He knows this place very well . "

Tyler: " Ok , fine . "

Rachel: " Great , Clara will you help me pick up an outfit . "

Clara: " For sure , see you later boys . "

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Emily knew that she has to be a better person for her and for her daughter . And for that she needed the help of a psychiatrist . She was going through mental trauma . All her life he has been abandoned . But now it was no time to cry . She had to find the father of her child . She didn't wanted to confront him . She didn't wanted him to accept her . She just wanted to know who was the father of her child ;

Abandoned !

The word alone sends shudders down a sensitive spine , troubling the thoughts of pained souls as their hurt swells in ripples . It is a sentence of undesired solitude often pronounced on the innocent , the trusting — administered without warning or satisfactory cause . . . . . . . . .

One day the moon is yours, or so you believe . The next , his countenance transforms from Jekyll to Hyde with no intention of ever turning back , and you are left trampled upon in a deserted street , concealed by dirty fog that squelches all illumination or any hope for future rays of light . . . . . . . . .

It is the worst of mysteries why a beast considered noble would forsake his duty , exhibiting a heart of stone . And all who once looked on him , now turn down their eyes and suffer , beguiled .

Some poisons have no antidote , but are slow , silent , torturous ends that curl up the broken body swept into a cold , dark corner . There she is left to drown in her tears — a dying heart . . . . . . . . .

There must be different kinds of loneliness , or at least different degrees of loneliness , but the most terrifying loneliness is not experienced by everyone and can be understood by only a few . I compare the panic in this kind of loneliness to the dog we see running frantically down the road pursuing the family car . He is not really being left behind , for the family knows it is to return , but for that moment in his limited understanding , he is being left alone forever , and he has to run and run to survive . It is no wonder that we make terrible choices in our lives to avoid loneliness . . . . . . . . . .

It is strange how what drives us may abandon us midstream , how what tickles our ears with lies one moment may tell us truths that knock us on our emotional ass the next .

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Emily: " Hi , I am Emily may I come in . "

Jenna: " Yes . "

Emily: " I have an appointment . "

Jenna: " I know dear come on in . "

Emily: " Thank you . I don't know if you remember me but I have been here before like a few years back . I came here with my mother . Actually she visited you often . She told me that you were a great help to her , I thought may be you could help me as well . "

Jenna: " What is your mother's name , child . "

Emily: " My mother was Erica . "

Jenna: " Oh so you are Erica's daughter ? "

Emily: " Yes . "

Jenna: " What a wonderful lady she was ! . . . . . . . she was not my client but she was my best friend . I am so sorry for your losses . I know it must have been very hard for you . "

Emily: " Yes it was but I guess I am over that now . "

Jenna: " It is good , holding pain in your heart will just make it difficult for you to breath . "

Emily: " Trust me I know that . "

Jenna: " So tell me what brings you here . Oh my god this is such a cute baby . What is her name ? "

Emily: " Her name is Ella . "

Jenna: " Aw it is such a beautiful name . Are you baby sitting for anyone ? "

Emily: " No . . . . . . actually she is my daughter . I am her mother . "

Jenna: " Oh ! what happened with you ? What is going on in your life ? "

Emily: " A lot has happened lately . I hope that you will not judge me . "

Jenna: " Of course not , I will not judge you . Who am I to judge you everyone has a darker side . . . . . . . "

Emily: " It all started with a letter from my mother . You might be knowing about that . "

Jenna: " No I don't know anything about a letter . "

Emily: " You have known my mother for a while now . Has she told you anything about me ? "

Jenna: " I see where you are getting at . "

Emily: " So you do know . "

Jenna: " I may know something but I can't tell you unless I am sure that you are also talking about the same thing . "

Emily: " The man I thought was my father is not my biological father . "

Jenna: " Oh . . . . . . she said that she will tell you when it will be right time . "

Emily: " I can't believe that she hid it from us . I mean how could she ? "

Jenna: " She did it to protect you . "

Emily: " Oh that is so not true . . . . . . . Her letter ruined my life . My father . . . . . . . I mean not my real father abandoned me . He left to to die . He said that he loved me the most . A letter changed everything . "

Jenna: " What happened ? Tell me everything . "

Emily: " It all started a few months back . I went to a party where I passed out and the next thing I remember is that I woke up in a room with no clothes on my body . A few days later I found out that I was pregnant . . . . . . . . "

Jenna: " Oh dear God ! so who is the father of your child . "

Emily: " I don't remember . . . . . . . . that is the worst part . "

Jenna: " It must have been very hard for you to accept everything . "

Emily: " It was , it really was . "

Jenna: " I understand . "

Emily: " And then my father found that letter from my mother . It said that I was not his daughter . I was in labor then he left me in the hospital and went away . "

Jenna: " What do you mean that he went away ? "

Emily: " He left me in the hospital and then walked out with his wife . He left me there to die . The hospital kicked me out because I didn't had the money to pay them . On the new years eve I sat on the side of the street with my new born . "

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