While the two young adults were asleep upstairs, Isaac was in the kitchen with Donna, having what they would call a peaceful dinner. Except the fact that Donna was angry at him for not telling her that he has been contacting Alexander for months now, possibly even years.
The three had been a trio of mischief back in the day, until they decided to break it off and grow up a little. Isaac and Donna ended up getting together, and eventually getting married. When they found out Donna was infertile, they immediately turned to adoption, seeing as it was their only option.
Alexander met this lovely young lady, Deborah, her name was. They were a bit uncertain of each other at first, but they came around, as most good couples do. They married and had two children; a boy, Jonnie, and a girl, Perrie. Alexander loved Jonnie more than he loved Perrie, because when it came to a dreadful time in all their lives, Perrie was too young to help out with the financial needs of the household.
Deborah had fallen ill with breast cancer when Perrie was only nine years old. She barely knew what was going on, until her mother started losing her hair.
"Mummy, where's all your hair going?" She had asked.
"It's going to heaven, sweetie. Just like mummy, soon." Deborah had to try and explain what was going on to a nine year old, and it wasn't easy.
"Mummy, you're going to go to heaven? You're dead?!" Perrie shrieked.
"No, no, not yet, darling. I still have a chance to stay here, with you, daddy and big brother Jonnie, okay? Just hope. Pray, darling, pray." Deborah's take on putting the news lightly had turned into a devastating plea. She was pleading to a nine year old girl to help her, but she couldn't.
"I will, mummy. I will pray every night before bed!" Perrie said determinedly. She wasn't going to let her mummy die.
Deborah put up one hell of a fight, but in the end, breast cancer claimed another victim. For three years, Perrie prayed every night before she went to bed, and every morning, noon and night before her meal. Just when she thought her mother was getting better, she was told that she had been admitted to the hospital after collapsing.
"Mummy! Mummy! What's going on?" A now twelve year old Perrie rushed into the room in front of her brother and father.
"Perrie, darling. Mummy's going to-" Deborah stopped mid sentence to cough over her hand, and when she pulled back, there was blood on her palm. "Mummy's going to go to heaven soon."
Perrie's eyes widened. "No! No, mummy! You can't die! I prayed every day! You can't go to heaven, you need to stay here!"
"Sweetheart, mummy's got no choice." Deborah looked up at her husband and son before turning back to her distraught daughter in front of her.
"No, no, no, no!" Perrie started crying. "You can't die! I need you, we all do!"
Deborah's eyes started to well up with tears. "Darling, I know you do. But I cannot control this. Honey, look at me."
Perrie did as she was told, and moved her eyes from the spot on the floor up to meet her mother's eyes.
"Perrie, you need to stay strong for me, okay?"
Perrie nodded.
"Now, now, Perrie. Remember this, never tell any lies. It will get you absolutely nowhere. Remember, okay? I love you." Deborah started coughing again, and that was when a distraught twelve year old girl was dragged from the room.
The first few months after Deborah's death were not pleasant at all, as you would imagine. The house was stricken with sadness, grief, and there was absolutely no hope of that happy spark ever returning. After the funeral, Alexander turned to alcohol, Jonnie moved to America to live with their aunt and uncle.
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Towers ~Zerrie~
Fanfiction~once we were built like towers, now my heart feels nothing at all~ Perrie never had a good life. With her mother dying when she was twelve, and her father leaving her for a skanky prostitute from the road, Perrie finds it difficult to live like a...
