Gone

"A Person Who Never Made A Mistake Never Tried Anything Knew" 32

32 chapter

I sat up, rubbing my forehead, and went to retrieve a glass of water. "Good morning. Whenever you're ready to leave." I nodded, splashing water on my face. My bag was already packed, so I was only waiting for them. Eventually they were fully packed, and we were off. My bag was full of all my baby clothes, sure Adrianna would love some of them. They were lovely. Since I had a nightmare, the worst of them all, I fell asleep quickly. 

The only way I got up was Jon throwing a cup full of ice water over my head. He laughed and ran away, seeming to forget he was a FBI Agent. Fully awake by now, I looked out the window at the clouds, slowly lowering. William must have been in the bathroom or somewhere similar since the plane wasn't that big. He sat in the seat across me, and smiled warmly. Instead of speaking, I twisted my new bracelet around and around my wrist. It went around and around, as if it were rolling around my wrist. 

"We figured out some things about Kennedy," William said, holding his jaw. "Her full name is Kennedy O'Brein. She had a drug addicted mother who died of overdose, never knew her father, could never locate him. She doesn't have any brothers or sisters. She was a foster child until she turned 18 when she was released. She was basically homeless. She has no money, but since barely anyone will be going to her funeral, the FBI is buying her a funeral, and that's all. It'll be here in America, in 4 days. You and Adrianna have free tickets. But, the boys will be there." It was nessacary to go to her funeral. Meeting the boys again might be nice. But I was sure Niall was going. Oh well.  Whether or not he still loved me, I loved him. I'd always love him. "You may not speak to them, look at them, breath their way, anything. You might be caught by fans, and they'll know its you. "

We exited the jet, Jon carrying my bags since he splashed water on me. He only agreed it was right. As we walked outside I felt the baby squirm around in my belly. Sitting at home doing nothing for a couple of days until we went to America sounded nice. Before I got out of the limo to go inside my probably warm house, William rolled down the passenger window before scolding me, "Saphire Robbins. Engaged to Jackson Williams who's deployed in Iraq now. Your sister Isabella already knows her name and stuff. Have a nice day, Saphire." I nodded, and walked up the path, not bothering to look at Isabella who had open arms. Isabella. I knew she had picked that name. She had to. She's always been in love with Isabelle or Isabella. I finally looked up when I got to the steps, seeing her TOMS on the ground, waiting for me. I almost gasped when I saw her. She had blonde hair, surely using the package we bought a few months ago. She had her normal eyes. She smiled, and hugged me, leaning backward for room for my large belly. 

"It's ok, baby, it's ok." I smiled and looked up, and ushered her into the living room so I could show her the things I bought for Kennedy. As I walked in, Nyxinia stood in the hallway, a big smile plastered across her face. She held a homemade cake, full of pink frosting, titled 'Congratulations! It's a girl! Welcome home! Bon Voyage!' She cocked her head, and smiled.

"It's funny because, I never thought each of these were worthy enough for a cake, but as these 3 things seem to happen at once..." She held the cake out with a warm smile. "Congratulations."

I laid the cake on the table, covering it up with its lid. Nyxinia and Isabella sat next to each other sitting on the end of the couch. I took the chair, and opened up the suitcase, grabbing the bag full of baby items. I held up each and every clothing for about 10 seconds. That was all I bought, since I hesitated to show them the teddy bear. 

We ate the cake and Nyxinia left. Deciding to go shower, I slowly undressed. My body hurt, and my lower stomach area was black and blue. The hot shower seemed to wipe away all my problems. Exiting the bathroom I almost passed a calender without noticing it. That was when I realized I was 6 and a half months pregnant.

The time was passing so quickly, my fingertips couldn't catch up to it. It was already half gone. In a few days I should be around 7 months. Not knowing exactly when I gotten pregnant, estimating seemed about right.

I climbed into the bed, and fell asleep quickly. When I woke up I was clutching the teddy bear with Niall's picture on it. 

The sun wasn't shining that day. It was hiding behind black clouds that theatened to spill over London. I had emptied my suitcase the other day, so I repacked it before the flight which was in a couple of hours. 

I knew the boys were in Ireland, taking a plane from there to America. The funeral was tomorrow, and in San Diego, since she stayed there most often. It would be in an open area. I thought it looked nice and calming. 

Isabella was already packed up, and ready to go. As we packed up the van we shared, Nyxinia came out, and hugged us, wishing us farewell. I nodded and thanked her. We were leaving England to see a dead person I had already seen. Jon informed me that the casket would be closed. It was a good idea to me, since I already seen her dead, decaying body. It was grey, slowly losing her skin to bugs eating away at her.