A legends son

Chapter 20

Miss fishys part

POV Beatrice:My dad hasn't come to see me yet. None of the adults have even come into the room. Except for Callie, who is staring intently at me from the foot of my bed, like she has been for the last hour."I'm sorry, Beatrice." I look up at her then look back down. I try to cover myself as much as I could with the thin hospital blanket. "Hey, listen. I feel bad." She says, coming closer to me. "I shouldn't have accused you like that. I don't know what got into me." She explains."I do. You were being protective of Kris. Good. She needs that." I nod, turning to face away from her."Hey, Beatrice, come on. I know we aren't that close, but everyone in the hospital loves you. Including me. I wish I didn't say that and Ive regretted it every day since." She says, reaching her hand out. I turn away from her. I know. I'm being childish. But I am still a child. It should be expected from me, even if I grew up too fast. I hear her sigh. She leaves silently. I lookup to say something, but she was gone. I look down and force my tears inside.It's been a full 7 hours and I've been sitting alone in the room waiting to get out. Why haven't my parents come to see me yet? I see my uncle mark come into my room sheepishly. I frown and put my head down."You only ever talk to me if I almost die." I comment softly. I look at his remorseful face and try to take it back. "Not that my mom or dad are any better. They've already replaced me with a kid from Africa." I remark, remember ping when they introduced me to Zola. Granted, it's not official yet. But the way he looks at her..." I trail off."Hey, I'm sorry. I do feel guilty about not spending enough time with my favorite niece," he smiles, bumping into me playfully. I let a small smile escape. He looks at me the way Someone looks at you when someone you love dies."Uncle mark, who died?" I ask bluntly. He lets out a choked laugh."Sorry what?" He says, confused."You look guilty. I know what it means. Something happened." I comment. His face turned into a stoic frown."You know the Alzheimer's trial your mom and dad were doing?" I nod, not liking where this was going. "Mer- your mom... she tampered with the results. And she took Zola and hid with her.. and uh..." he starts and stops."What's this mean?" I ask."You and Alex have to go stay with a foster family until their names get cleared." Nothing else was processed after those words left his mouth. I feel my eyes blur with salty tears and I felt dizzy, thinking about all of this."You are gonna be discharged and sent with them today. We can't care for you anymore. It's apparently a conflict of interest... I didn't get it. But... I'm sorry. I've tried to get you guys to stay with someone else, but there's nothing I could do. You've gotta go into foster care." I feel my breath hitch.I don't say anything and merely stare off as I see my brother enter."Bea, what do we do? What if they're like Addie?" He says, snapping me out of my trance."They won't be. They won't be." I repeat over and over again. I hear a woman clearing her throat and look up to see a pretty, blond, slightly heavier woman with green kind eyes. She was wearing a neutral colored sweater not fitting with her seemingly fun personality. Behind her is a tall man with stark features with sunglasses. He was much taller than mark, though he had a similar build. He was wearing a dark blue suit, blocking any type of unprofessionalism or affection seep through his appearance. Finally, there was a girl, who was probably around 12 years old and who was hiding behind her mother, dressed in all black long clothes."This is the Sonners, they are a very strong family and were very interested in being a placement for you. So uh... you're free to go. The discharge papers are all signed. I'll go now." Uncle mark says as he walks out, sullen. I look at the younger girl and smile. She hides shyly behind her mom. I put a hand on Alex protectively. He looks at me as if I were crazy.I'm going to be completely honest. I don't remember walking out. I don't remember driving home. I don't even remember how I got into this miserably cold attic. All I know is that I'm here alone. I don't know where Alex went. I think he's with Mr. Sonner. From what I remember, Mr. Sonner has always wanted a boy. He didn't know I would be with him. That was very evident by the way I was shoved into the attic like Christmas decorations during summer. At this moment, I let out all of my tears, screaming from the sheer emotion that is coursing through my body. I just want to hug my dad. That is all I want to do.I sob in a corner of the attic, shaking, though I couldn't tell if it was from the crying or the cold. I hear small taps on the fragile floor coming up to me. It's the little 12 year old."Hi" she says quietly. She shoves forward some clothes. "These are my moms, but it's really cold up here, you need to stay warm." I smile at her, putting a cardigan on over my thin T-shirt. It helped a little, though I was still shivering. "Don't worry about your brother and my dad. He's always wanted a son. He won't hurt him." I let a breath out of my lungs in relief. Although, her emphasis of the sentence made me nervous. "I've gotta go. I understand that you probably don't want to talk right now. My name is Riley if you do." She says as she climbs back downstairs.It's getting late. The air is getting colder. The cardigan is not helping as much. I feel my fingers start to turn blue. I rub my hand together and shake them to retain some kind of heat, but it's not really working. I didn't wanna go down there either. I was scared that Mr. Sonner wouldn't like me being down there. I finally after not being able to feel my fingers, climb down the ladder.I run straight into Mr. Sonner. Great. He looks down at me with absolutely no emotion."I understand you didn't know. So I won't punish you. But if I see you down here without my expressed permission again, you will be punished. You don't want to find out what that means, doll." A shiver is sent down my spine as he puts his hand on my shoulder. I try to soak up the warmth downstairs as much as I could at that moment. He gets really close to my face. "That starts now. Go'' he whispers. I ran upstairs quickly, terrified. All of the memories of Jon and Anthony come rushing back as I drop to my knees in the freezing cold attic.POV Alex:I haven't seen Bea since I got here. I'm worried about her. Mr. Sonner has been all over me though. Talking about how he always wanted a boy. I wanted to scream at him. But I'm not stupid. I can't see his aggression from a mile away.''Where is Beatrice, my sister?" I ask, looking past him.''She doesn't want to come down. She's still upset about her dad and mom. Plus, you know how temperamental women can be''. I looked at him, trying to see if it was a lie. Before I could, he looked toward a ladder. "Excuse me Alex." He says. His demeanor changes immediately as he stalks up to it. All I heard was something about being punished. Immediately I realized. That's Bea. He was talking to her. My stomach grows upset as I think about what could happen to her."Who was that?" I probe.''Oh. That was nothing. It was a draft from the attic." He lies.''Why were you talking to it?" I persist, knowing that it was a shitty idea."I did no such thing. I suggest you check your ears." He responds coldly. I go to bed in a really comfy bed, but I couldn't help but feel like Bea was not as comfortable

My part
Derek's POV
It's my first Christmas not having my child with me and I am devastated. I felt extra lonely this year without her and Alex so I decided to invite everyone to the dream house for Christmas. Richard, Bailey, Alex, Burke, Cristina, Arizona, Callie, Lexie and Mark are all coming.i also invited Kris since i know she doesn't have someone to spend this Christmas with. Olivia is going to come for a few hours and go home for Christmas dinner at her house. Have anyone to go home to on the holidays And after the party, Mer and I are going to New York to see my mother and sisters. We are meeting Amelia on the way there since she is already in New York for a conference. But even being surrounded with all this family doesn't make me miss my daughter any less. I won't stop at anything to get back both of my children and luckily I have an amazing family that's going to help me with that, including Kris and olivia. It's 5 hours before the party and I hear a knock on the side door. "Kris is the only one who knocks at the side door.. What is she doing way too early for the party" i think, making my way to the door. I open the door to a crying, exhausted looking Kris holding rosaline and shielding her child from the rain with her own jacket "kris? What's wrong- um. Come in its pouring ''I say moving out of the way to let her in. She walks in hesitantly "sit down and tell me what's going on" i say pulling a chair out for her and she sits. "Callie and Arizona, they're always fighting and screaming. They won't stop talking about dicorce and how i'm making their lives harder, i'm sure they hoped i wouldn't hear them say that but i did and i can't be the reason they break up and i can't take the fighting and bad moods anymore. I wanted to ask you and it's fine if you say no, could i stay here? Just for a few nights?" She rambles in one breath. I sigh deeply. I feel horrible for her. I can only imagine what she is going through right now. "Of course, you could stay as long as you need kris, but i won't be here for the next 2 and a half days, mark and lexie will be house sitting for me and meredith so they will be here if you need them. Is that okay?" I say, feeling horrible for the teenager. "Thank you, so much mr shepherd and of course thats okay" she says relived. "Call me derek" we both smile

Beatrice pov
I run up the ladder of the attic, all the memories of Jon and Anthony rushing back to me. What did he mean by "you don't wanna know what that means doll" of course i had my presumptions. But his words terrified me. All I can think about right now is my Rosie and Kristen. And how I just want to go home. I'm only 16 my life shoulnt be like this. But then again. I was pregnant at 14, how normal could my life have ended up I chuckle to myself. Its not really funny. Its just ironic that my life was so rushed. I was pregnant by the age of 14 and traumatized over and over again way before that. I found out i had a secret brother. I failed at my suicide attempt, ive been phycially and mentally abused by my mother, i watched izzie slowly slip away. And one day found the sweetest man ever (goerge) die trying to protect others. I've dealt with more than anyone should in there lifetime yet here i am, afraid of this mans threatening words that mean nothing, pathetic.
(Tw)
I look across the room as something catches my eye, i'm not sure what it is but it resembles a blade and i am so drawn to it, "no. No I'm not gonna do this-''I think, but it's so tempting. I look down trying to distract myself, but the relief of cutting is what used to get to me,, I cut years ago because it gave me a feeling of relief. But now it is more of a punishment towards myself, I feel like it's deserved. I feel pathetic. I feel helpless. I can't get the thoughts out of my head telling me to "do it" . I've been clean for so long. Can this really be what gets to me? Can this really be what puts me through it again? My eyes stay on the blade for a while before i make my decision. I deserve this.
I walk over and pick up the blade holding it to my skin. I inhale deeply as I press the blade to my skin, making a not too deep cut but deep enough to bleed. I exhale as I finish the cut and repeat the process until the bleeding becomes to much . But then the realization hits me. I just did that. After years. I can't believe i just did that I think as I start phasing out. Silent tears roll down my face as i sit there, knees to my chest, i drop the blade a cry, not to loud incase im heard by anyone.

Alex POV
I'm laying in bed, about to go to sleep when I hear a noise. It almost sounds like.. a cry? Beatrice's cry. I slowly get up, being as quiet as possible. I tip toe out of my room, opening the door as little and as quiet as possible and slip through the small crack in the door. I walk slowly to the ladder leading to the basement, the closer I get the louder the cries sound. I climb up the ladder and to my surprise I see Beatrice in a phase. Tears rolling down her face and her knees to her chest. "Bea?" I whisper before looking beside her and seeing a sharp object that looks almost identical to a razor blade with blood smeared on it, and then what's really going on hits me.

A/N
Ah i finally updated! Clif hangerrrrr. (Sorta) Let me know what you think. Also happy 20 chapters!!