Twisted Saga ReGenesis (Book 3 of 3)

Chapter 16- Mind Plague

It appears the family leaves the girls abandoned in the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Brooklyn suffers from the sights and sounds of Robert's cold-blooded murders in the Executive Boardroom.

"Mrs. Parker, how do you feel today?" The attendant asks her every meal he brings to her room.

"I'm not ready to talk about it, sorry, Hector." She tells him with a blank stare written across her face.

"I understand, but you know I'm always here to listen. Sometimes a stranger's ear works best. I have your food on the counter. Whenever you're ready, just dig in and enjoy."

He exits the room, and Brooklyn begins to stir from her seat by the window. The thought of going home sounds terrific but terrifying all at the same time.

One thing that scares her to death a blackout moment with the baby nearby. Other than the dramatic scenes that continuously replay in her head don't compare to the unknown factors when she finally gets the okay to go home.

There's another knock at the door just about the time she pulls herself to her feet.

"Who is it?" She calls out with fear stuck in her eyes and nails in her feet.

"It's me, honey, it's Kyle."

"Hey yeah, come in, babe, please." She calls out without a single move towards the door.

"I have the baby with me, so be prepared." She's forewarned when Gracie Lynn begins to reach for mommy.

"There's my girl. Look at you and those big blue eyes." Brooklyn teases when she leans over to hug her daughter.

All Gracie can do is scream and giggle in her mother's arms.

That shatters her heart more, which removes everything she's felt since getting away from Youngstown and the massacre there.

"You're my sweetest little angel. Mommy needs you to feel better, so I can be allowed to go home. Plus, Aunt Emily is here too, and she's very sad and lonely."

With a pouty facial expression, Gracie takes a piece of her mother's heart.

"See, I hate that look, baby girl. That scowl just chips away at my soul."

Kyle stands in the doorway with their son, Chip, in his arms.

"Well, someone's happy to see mom." Kyle taunts when he shoves off the door.

"I'll take it. I love this child." She replies, feeling the warmth reenter her heart.

They spend some quality family time together, which relieves some much-needed stress from Brooklyn's psyche. The disaster refuses to let go of her.

Gracie continues to giggle and smile for her mother.

After a couple of hours, there's a surprising knock on the door.

"Hey there, heard a report that you're actually laughing and carrying on this evening." Brooklyn's therapist comments when she pushes open the door.

"Hey there, Sharon, yeah, come on inside. Kyle and little Gracie here came to visit today, and well, I've missed this little bugger something awful."

"I hate to run them off since it's helping you relax without medication. Maybe it's time we have a one-on-one chit-chat session ourselves. I just want to see how you're feeling and thinking. I'd love to send you home soon with as you call her your 'little bugger.'"

Kyle picks up the hint trying to collect the baby from Brooklyn to try to work through her issues.

"Hey, what ya say daddy takes you to White Castle on the way home. I can chow down on some mini burgers, and we can share a Big Red soda!" He says softly to Gracie.