Crystal Visions.

Prologue: Stevie's POV.    

22.3.2010 

Karen, Myself and Sharon just arrived back to my home ( the pacific palisades mansion) from a lovely evening at BOA Steakhouse. Unfortunately as we were entering the restuarant, we were ambushed by a fiend of Paparazzi, much to mine and Karen's dismay. I heard Sharon chuckling in the background, as I tried to shield myself from them, meanwhile Karen just didn't want to put up with any bullcrap from them. So I said what any woman in my status and of my age would say '' I'm way too old'' It's true, I'm not the worlds biggest scoop anymore. So for some reason those people think I am but I'm not. Lately there's been so much talk about myself, and Lindsey, and rumours about myself and Dave Stewart...Honestly I'm just seeing how everything is turning out right now. And right now, my mansion is about to be flipped into a recording studio, with a ton of cameras surrounding each room and every crevice and corner of my territory. Keep your minds out of the gutter.... 

I pass my goddaughter Kellianne, the time is nearly eleven o clock, I go to check on some very precious and important people, when suddenly I hear a thud come from my bed-room. I open the door to my room, everything is fine, everything is in its place, nothing out of the ordinary. However my ensuite door is slightly open, luckily there's a random platform lying in the corner. On my tippy-toes I grab it, go towards the ensuite door. Someone's in there. I count myself in, priming my instincts '' 1,2,3!'', '' AH'' I shout, '' Ahhh!!!''...my fifteen year old daughter squeals in terror whilst lying in my bathtub, she grabs the towel from the floor and covers herself. My heart skips a beat, I shut my eyes as I exhale a  breath full of relief, I open my eyes. Her hands clutched onto the towel as it covers her, '' What the hell, are you trying to do!!?'' she grits through her teeth. I drop the platform boot, and take off my glasses. I stare at her in disbelief '' excuse me?'' she recognizes her misuse of language on me and straightens herself up as she awkwardly rolls her eyes. '' Young lady I believe I should be asking you that question.'' I say to her sternly, it's an hour til mid-night and it's a Monday. She has school early tomorrow morning, like every other week day. She straightens her posture up, and looks right into my eyes as she begins conversation with me '' Theda's in the bathroom''. I just passed the bathroom, my older daughter was not in there, nobody was. '' I walked past the bathroom, it was empty.'' I correct her, she leans her back against the head of the bathtub '' well it WAS being used by Theda''. I roll my eyes as I step out of the bathroom, then I notice the remote to my TV lying on the center of my bed, beside a bowl containing a few strawberries. 

'' You had a little party of your own in here?'' I call out asking her, I hear her shift in the water '' The boys were playing the Playstation downstairs, I wanted to watch Monday night RAW''. I roll my eyes again, how my fifteen (turning sixteen) year old baby girl has a fascination with Professional wrestling absolutely dumb founds me. I grab the remote and place it on my nightstand, then take the bowl downstairs and put it into the kitchen sink. I come back into my room, I sit on my bed as I take my shoes off '' How was dinner?'' she ask, I smile at her sweet voice, '' it was delicious, how was yours?''. My eldest son is staying over, he's a great cook! '' Probably better than yours. Aaron's girlfriend the lebanese one, taught him how to make real tabbouleh. We had that with grilled frish'' ooh that actually does sound good. Certainly sounds healthier than the Ribs and salad that I had at the steakhouse. My daughter has slipped into a mindset tonight where she must question her mommy to feel at ease, '' When's dad coming home?'' I slip my bracelets off '' tomorrow baby'' I respond, '' What time?'', '' I'm not sure, and he isn't either. He said he'll come, when he comes'', '' Did you bring me a doggybag from BOA?''. I stop what I'm doing and chuckle '' you know for a bright child, you ask many questions'' I answer, her voice chimes from my ensuite to my bedroom '' I'm taking that as a no, which brings me to my next question'' I hear the ensuite door creak open.  

I turn my head to see her peep her little head out as far as it can go, without her having lift herself out of the water. She smiles at me. Spitting image of her father! her and her older sister, have his eyes, his gorgeous pursed lips, his beautiful golden complexion, his smile...all they have of me is my nose! She waves a bottle of shampoo and conditioner at me '' You forgot to buy some supplies from your hair stylists'' she says, I look at her and don't answer, Instead I admire her beauty. Damn she reminds me of her father so much! '' You're out of this stuff'' she bulges her blue eyes at me. Honestly they are the bluesiest, bluesy, blue-blue eyes I have ever beheld, just pure ovals of sapphire, she shares them with her two older sisters. I tie my hair back into a pony tail, '' I can take care of that''. I peer the door open, she shifts back in the water '' Mom!'' she groans, I wave my hand at her '' Ella Vera Buckingham, Stop, you were a hurricane inside of me for nine months. I gave birth to you, I changed your diapers for almost two years. I am the only person in the world who has the right to see you in the nude!'' I exclaim to her. She's so lovely, but she can a bit of a diva sometimes. My diva-miracle, I refer to her as in secret. I grab the stool and bring it near to the rim of the bath, I carefully sit myself down and clap my hands '' come on, come here'' she turns her back to face me. 

I take the shampoo from her hand, pop the lid and dip it into the water. I shake it a few times, then I face the nozzle over her scalp and place some pressure on the bottle til some of the product comes out. I take my fingers and massage them through and over her scalp, she has gorgeous auburny-browny hair, it's wavy but certainly not as curly or as volumptous as her older sister Lily's hair. '' Your so good with hair'' Ella says, I smile at her compliment '' well I did want to be a hairdresser before becoming a rock n roll singer'' I rinse her hair and then repeat the shampoo. '' Why didn't you get a license to be one?'' she ask, '' Well your grandmother and your grandfather, my parents wanted me to be a teacher. So I went to university instead of beauty college, then I met your daddy, and everything changed.'' She chuckles '' but you could still have been one?'' she sure is full of questions tonight. '' Well If I did become one. I wouldn't be sitting in here with you, showing you something. You're amazing with styling and caring for your hair hon, but there's alot more I would have taught you by now, had I become a hairdresser..who knows I may not even had, had you.'' The thought of not having her certainly was a sad one, ''why do you say that?'' she turns around to face me as I squeeze the conditioner in my hands. I stop and place the bottle next to my feet, '' Because. Destiny had a few roads for your father and I, alot of possibilities. Had I married your father sooner, and had you kids sooner, you would have been in your thirties having this kind of conversation with your own teenage daughter.'' 

Ella smiles at me, her eyelashes are enviously long and it almost kills me by how similar her and Lily are in appearance. I rub my hands together and comb the conditioner through her hair, '' You had me late didn't you?'' she has so many questions tonight! but i'm not bothered I love chatting with her all the time. '' I did, december of 94, I was forty six.'' that was such a depressing year, she was the  HUGE! light at the end of the tunnel. Ella definitely rebooted me, and mine and Lindsey's marriage, and definitely made me see that life wasn't ending for me then, it was only begining. And it still is. I help her dry off, and follow her into her room where she changes into her pajamas, a mini white nighty that I bought for her from Australia, she loves it, it's the cosiest thing to her. She braids her hair, I shut the light off as I hear her crawl into her bed. But before I go '' Momma'' I hear chime, I turn around to see her lying in bed with her arms up and open, she's too little, but for some reason tonight she must feel it necessary, I go to her beside, I tuck her in and kiss her goodnight. For the seventh time! I stare into her dazzling eyes that are a dim light in these shadows '' Good night Sweetheart'' I say. She smiles and closes her eyes, I watch her wriggle herself deeper into the sheets '' night momma'' she hushes. With that I half-shut her door, she has her own room while her two older sisters (because they're twins) share, I check on them, then onto my two older sons (twins again) who are fast asleep in one of the guestrooms. I see a third figure in the bed, Aaron my eldest has decided to bunk with them. 

These are my days now, Forty years ago I never would have thought this. I imagined things differently then, I am so grateful they turned out differently now, had I not taken another chance on Lindsey...I might have ended up alone, Happy of course! but without the love, the presence and the laughter of my children and my husband...

This is the beginning of a new story (check the description). I hope you all like it and look forward to all the future chapters, <3 xxxxxx Thank you so much for reading (Jazzie-Litia) <3 xx