|Posted by Mandy Baggot on January 20, 2015 at 2:00 AM|
I am so excited to be taking part in this Written Fireside. Written Fireside is a round robin way of storytelling set up by the lovely Lori Connelly. This story is entitled I Looked Away and you can find parts 1-9 on the following links.
Part 1 - Lori Connelly
Part 2 - Elsa Winckler
Part 3 - Aileen Harkwood
Part 4 - Elise Forier Edie
Part 5 - Patricia Sands
Part 6 - Eve Devon
Part 7 - Bella Osborne
Part 8 - Kari Lemor
Part 9 - Jennifer Faye
Cover by Aileen Harwood
So without further ado, here is my part, Part Ten.
‘You come back here! You come right back here and listen to me!’ Donnan shrieked.
The absolute venom in his voice hit every nerve ending but Madeline kept on striding away from him, Megan like a baby monkey around her neck, clinging tight. She just had to make it to the Jeep and all this would be over. Garrett was here. Garrett was going to keep her safe and in a few minutes the whole place would be crawling with rangers and police.
She heard the crunch of gravel under hard boots, heavy steps heading her way.
‘Take one more step, Donnan and you’ll find out just how much trouble you’re really in.’ Garrett’s voice sounded out like a warning shot.
‘D’you know why this kid isn’t getting hold of any of my inheritance? Why my father isn’t going to get a happy-ever-after with a granddaughter?’
Madeline was so close to the Jeep now she could almost reach out and touch it. But there was something in the tone of Donnan’s voice now that halted her. A fizz of emotion ran through her insides and she swung Megan down to the ground, altering her position to stand in front of her like a shield.
Facing Donnan she saw the anger in his expression, the jet black pupils dilating, his lips set in a furious scowl.
He parted his lips and spat out the words. ‘Because she isn’t fucking mine.’
Every emotion Madeline felt since Megan had been taken from her drained out of her body in one lightening motion. She staggered, almost losing her footing, dizzy, sick. What he was saying was incomprehensible.
‘That’s right.’ Donnan began to pace. ‘All those years ago when you cried and you begged and you told me how we could be a family. When you told me that you loved me. When you said things would be tough but our love would be enough.’ He shook his head. ‘You never loved me! You were screwing someone else!’
‘No,’ Madeline said, shaking her head. ‘No it can’t be.’ She turned to look at her beautiful daughter, standing there so cold and scared and all she wanted to do was protect her from this, from everything and make it all go away. How could a camping trip they’d both looked forward to so much be ending up this way?
‘I think you’ve said enough.’ It was Garrett’s voice. But it was different. The empathy lost.
‘I wasn’t ready to be a father then, but I am now. I’m married and we want a family. There’s nothing we want more.’
She watched Donnan put his hands to his head, saw the rage revert to devastation.
‘And I can’t have them. The doctor says I’ve never been able to have them.’
To read the conclusion head over to Jane Lark's website on 27 January 2015.