Lost at Sea ( Blue lagoon inspired.) *Completed*

Dropped

"That was quick thinking, daughter."

"Like I said, I changed. I am fervently hoping the public will support us. If they gives enough support, the charges will hopefully be dropped. That's what I'm aiming for anyway. That's why I told them the whole story. It hurt telling it, but it will hurt more to lose him just when we're going somewhere."

We were sitting in my mother's hospital bed a few hours after the press conference. I had just called the bank, and the helpful reporter was right. There was now a billion pounds in my account. Mine, because my mother transfered it to me, right away. We had just called her doctor and hired a private nurse to make all the arrangements for my mother's removal to our home. However, half an hour after seeing our house she had called me and promptly told me a one bedroom house is no place for a cancer patient who would need big machines as time went on. I thanked her for her concern, and now  I was going house hunting after visiting Dylan in jail in the morning.

"Visiting hours over, ladies." The nurse came to tell us. I smiled sadly, and got up from my mum's bed. "Sure, just 15 minutes to say goodbye."

"Sure, but don't over do it, Amelie, already had enough excitement for one day. " She warned and left. I hugged my mum, we said our goodbyes and then I left.

I walked home by the lit areas, and felt very tired and sleepy. Fatigue is the only pregnancy symptom I had and it was fierce. I felt the stale and musty air in the house as soon as I opened the door. Feeling safe, since we lived in the top floor, I opened all the windows, and sat down in the old sofa. I looked around me, since I didn't have time this morning before running off. The walls were a peeling, pale blue. The ceiling was low, the light was a comforting yellow. There was a book case in one side, a window next to it. The floor was wood, light brown. The window had pale purple hangings. The place was old, but homey, lived in. The bedroom was pale purple with pale blue window hangings. Making a direct contrast from the living room. There were two single beds. One with white sheets and blankets, the other with black. The black one was mine, of course. There was a big closet, wall to wall, where mine and my mother's clothes were. The bedside tables had a pink lamp on my mother's side, and a big, red candle on my side. I went to the fridge and was glad someone had stocked the place up in my absence. I made myself a curry chicken with rice and french fries... cravings... and ate in the living room with the TV on. As I'd intended, the news of my rape and Dylan's rescue were all over the news. The reporters on tv wondered why the charges weren't dropped since the murder happened several years ago, and was in defence of someone who was in danger and couldn't help herself. The line, at the bottom of the screen, showed comments from people on social media. They were all supporting me, and Dylan, demanding the charges to be dropped and we reunited. For that matter, they were saying they had been receiving offers of help for people all over the world. The phone rang at that moment, and I laid down the half eaten food on the small table in front of the sofa.

"Hello? Is this Chloe?"

"Yes, who is it?"

"My name is Paulie, I run a bride store. We are calling because the company decided to offer you whatever dress you desire for your wedding. Would you accept it?" I was tongue tied for 5 seconds flat.

"Huh... Yes, of course, how could I refuse."

"Very well, as soon as Dylan Saunders is released from jail, come to our store in Main Street and you can choose your dress and all the accessories. If you don't find what you are looking for, we can make it at your will." I accepted of course, and we disconnected. Well, I thought, this is helping more than I expected. I finished my food and went to bed, exhausted, and even more exhausted from imagining my long day in the morning. It was 11pm.