The Next Step:Jiley's story

Please wake up

1 year later

This last year has been pretty full on, The older five are now 21 months and the triplets turned 1 a couple of days ago, they are all growing up so quick. The Next Step won Internationals and Regionals and we are going to National soon, Michelle delivered a perfect baby girl called Evie Hunter and Em are now official and Hunter has moved back to Toronto and now James and I are just enjoying our perfect family. "Hey, babe can you get Lottie and Amelia dressed for baby ballet and then get Isaac, Dom and Josh ready for a trip to the park because it's a special girly tea party at rehearsals today and they don't want to go, oh yeah and check that the triplets pram is all ready to go because they won't be able to walk around the park by themselves." I shouted up the stairs instructing James whilst I was feeding Poppy and Oscar downstairs "okay, sure." he shouted back just when Josh ran into the room spinning around shouting something about him not wanting to go to the park "hey, bub you can have an ice cream from the van if you don't shout," I told him knowing that ice-cream always gets him to do what I want, he nods and then runs upstairs even though the stair gate is supposed to be shut, I sigh before shouting up the stairs "James, please don't leave the stair gate open, the triplets are still super shaky on their feet." They only started walking a few weeks ago and I don't like the idea of them being on the stairs "oh, yeah I was carrying Poppy and forgot, sorry," this is a daily conversation and he still hasn't changed.

We pull up outside the studio and although we do still run it, a lot of old A-troupe have came back looking for jobs at the studio so now we only really run A-troupe rehearsals and they aren't running today, so it looks like we have the day off. I walk in holding Amelia and Lottie's tiny hands before letting them run off to the music room, they love baby ballet so does Josh but Dom and Isaac both definitely prefer hip-hop and whatever little bits of tumbling I let them do. Walking in behind them I see Chloe surrounded by lots of little children and see her giggle, knowing how much she hates it, but she better get used to it soon because she's three months pregnant with her and West's baby, it was a pretty big shock but they both seem ready for a little one. I walk over to her and she looks relieved to see a face that isn't a two year olds, "hey, Ri where are the boys?" she asks noticing that they're missing "they weren't exactly thrilled at the thought of a girly tea party so they're coming to the park with us and the triplets for a couple of hours." I reply, she nods an then gets dragged off by Lottie who insist she must watch her new move, I laugh before making a quick exit.

"No, Oscar don't eat leaves," I shout down the path to where the six of them are playing, he turns round looks at me and then at the leaf in his hands before throwing it on the floor, I smile at him and then he runs off to play with Poppy and Isla, they are really close the triplets. I look over at James who's pushing  the empty pram and see him smiling at our perfect children. "hey, James I was thinking, we should probably get married soon, I mean we started planning the wedding," I begin but all the words get caught in my throat, I still can't think or talk of the night that Annie died, I feel tears welling up in my eyes and James pulls me into an embrace "It's alright to still feel like this, we lost a child," he says reassuringly, I nod and pull myself closer to him before hearing a splash and break away to see Poppy lay in a puddle crying and shivering. Quickly I run over to her and help her out she's soaked. "James, I'm going to take Pop home and get her dry, you stay here with the others and I'll pick you up after I've got the girls from dance." I tell him whilst walking in the opposite direction towards the car.

Once Poppy and I get home she's frozen and is shivering in her wet cloths, I carry her upstairs and find some cloths in her wardrobe, I pick out and adorable dress and some little tights, once she's dressed I take here downstairs and make her a warm bottle of milk before putting her back in the car so we can go and pick Lottie and Amelia up. Whilst I'm driving I hear the radio and am instantly intrigued "There has been a terrorist attack in one of Toronto's biggest parks, involving children, babies and adults, nobody knows if there has been any fatalities but many have been shot, further information will be coming to this story over the next few hours and days." the radio turns off and I'm so scared, James and the kids were in a park, in Toronto. I quickly pull in and pick my phone up and call James, it rings out and then goes to voicemail, this isn't like James, he always picks up his phone. I ring again and it goes to voicemail again, I don't know what to do. Do I go to the park or to the studio? I decide to go to the studio and see if anymore news has been released.

I pull up and dart into the studio to find Chloe pacing up and down the corridor "Hey, Chlo do you know anything about the attack at a park?" she looks up and I see fear all across her face "Chlo, tell me what you know." I shout "James was involved." she whispers "Were the kids involved? How bad are his injuries?" I ask her she trys to speak but her words keep on getting caught in her throat "he...he was shot, twice, he's in a critical condition, none of the kids were injured, just a bit shook up but they're at the hospital." she tells me, that's when my world comes crashing down, could I loose James? "How, do you know?" I cholk out whilst trying to hold back tears "they rang the studio because one of the boys kept on saying something about the studio." she tells me before I dart out the door and into the car whilst still holding Poppy. I sit in the car and different images keep on appearing in my mind, James dying, the kids looking lost and confused, James being shot, the children running from gunmen. Could any of these images be true?

I arrive at the hospital and run to the main desk "where is James Tordjman? And my babies?" I ask the women frantically "James is straight down that corridor and the second left then the third right, and I'm not sure where your children are," she tells me in a voice that is too calm for how I'm feeling, I nod and take off in the direction she pointed me in. Second left I think when I see the turn I'm supposed to take right, right, right I take the third right and then I'm met by another reception desk, loosing patience I sigh and then quickly ask for James "third room that way." she tells me pointing left. I make it to the room and burst in, to see James lay there with wires covering every inch of his body. Slowly taking in the sight of my soon to be husband. He looks dead besides the slow rise and fall of his chest. I take shaky steps towards a chair next to his bead and take his hand in mine, even though I know he probably can't hear me I have an undying urge to speak to him "James, I know you probably can't hear me, but if you can I want you to know that I love you so much, so do all the children," I say looking down at Poppy who has fallen asleep and looks so peaceful lay in my arms "please, don't leave us, I can't live without you, I can't look after the kids without you, they can't grow up without a dad, please just wake up." I say before braking down into tears, I begin shaking waking up Poppy in the process "Dada?" she says looking at James and then me "He's a bit poorly now, Pop but he'll be back soon." I tell her whilst she stares at me with wide, beautiful eyes, that look just like James'.

A/N: This is pretty bad, I didn't know how to end it.