John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot: Ch. 13

Chapter 13

Location: Dallas

Character: Caroline

Day: November 22, 2013

Time: 7:26 am

I watched Tatiana bend down to touch the agent's wound. The knife, a gleaming black blade in the sun, had blood glistening out of it.

There was panic everywhere. Someone was screaming for a medic and Father's face was more paler then tanned. His eyes were wide as he stared at the dying soldier.

I knelt down, helping Tatiana but the wound was too deep and soon my hands were soaked with blood.

I felt numb with shock. My legs were dizzy with pain. My forehead felt light. Fury had killed herself. No one had done that. Though Mother had admitted one time killing herself so she'd bring herself to justice but being the perfect Jackie Kennedy she hadn't killed herself. She'd lived with the grief of her own husband living in a coma.

Some part of my mind demanded to know why she had still drank and smoked even though she knew her husband was alive and breathing but instead of waiting, she had died. A bucket full of guilt knifed into my chest.

The crowd, which looked like a stampede ready to smash through, parted through even though they were screaming and shouting. A medic wearing a white pure gown and pure white pants emerged from the crowd. I stood back, my suit which was pink, was now splattered with blood. I had wore gloves so my palms and hands wouldn't get sweaty and now the gloves were soaked with blood as well. I looked like another Jacqueline Kennedy, surviving the wrath of 11/22/63. A lump formed in my chest at the thought.

The medic's name was Jack. An odd name, I thought silently but I didn't muse much on that.

Jack's hands worked feverishly on the wounded warrior. No matter how much effort he put in, more blood seeped through the cloth and bandages. Finally Jack gave up. His eyes shined with pain.

"It's no use," he said weakly, "he's lost too much blood."

I touched the back of my neck and watched White spasm again with a violent jerk and he fell limp.

My eyes watered with tears. I brushed them away, telling myself to not cry. I couldn't cry. My eyes blinked away the tears.

I wanted to cry so miserably but then a loud voice called out John' name. I turned my head around and saw a woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was familar.

"Carolyn!" John Jr blurted out. Behind her were two kids. One boy, one girl. The girl looked like Mother, she only had her mother's eyes which were icy blue.

The boy on the other hand had dark eyes like his Daddy. He had dark hair too but he had his mother's skin.

These were my niece and nephew?

John Jr's strong hands wrapped around his wife's body and they kissed, on the lips like Edwin and I did. They didn't go too far in front of everyone though. Carolyn pulled free and walked up to me, a grin splattered on her face.

"Hello, Caroline," she said shyly, her eyes dark and but she was still smiling. "It's been a long time."

I nodded. Like John-John, Carolyn had cuts on her arms and old scars on her tan legs. Her lower lip was gnawed on from biting. She was grinning though as if the pain meant nothing to her. Her eyes turned to look at what was behind me and her lips quivered as she saw John Kennedy standing behind me, a look of bewilderment on his face.

Carolyn had plans of her own though. "Hello!" Her voice was cheerful like Aunt Ethel's. "Mr. President. Daddy Jack. Or Uncle Jack." The kids giggled at her goofiness.

Father was looking her up and down but finally he straightened up and gave her a flirting smile but he didn't go far with her by the look John Jr gave his daddy. Back off, John seemed to say.

"Hello," Father replied soflty. He squeezed her hand and she responded by gripping his hand a little more tightly. "Carolyn Bessente right?"

"That's right," Carolyn said, her eyes icy and blue. She looked behind her and carefully her children approached. "This is Soren," she pointed at the boy who grinned slightly and nodded. "And this is Jacqueline." She pointed at the girl. "She's named after her grandmother." She patted her stomach. "Got another one on the way. Since we were living on an island, we don't know if it's a girl or a boy. We decide on a boy name or a girl name and whatever it is, we pick that name."

"Well," Father used his charm and smiled at his grandchildren. They were instantly won over by the charm he had in his looks and his eyes. "The hospital near here burned down. But I'm pretty sure there are supplies still going on in there. Shall we?" He gestured. He wasn't trying to flirt. The women he loved was dead, killed off by cancer so he had no intention of remarrying.

"This way." I took the lead, quiet and speaking very softly. The hospital and Dallas smelled of burning smoke

but I didn't care at this point.

Do not pray for easy lives, pray to be stronger men.

_____________________

End of book 2