Outlawed Love

Chapter 20

I sat there watching my window wipers wipe the small drops of rain off of my windscreen. I was waiting outside of the airport. I looked outside of my window and there he was. I opened my door and ran out towards him. I leaped at him to give him the biggest hug ever. "Bailey, I've missed you so so much!" we stood there in the rain whilst it dripped from our hair down to our foreheads. I grabbed one of his bags and put it in the trunk of my car. All the way home Bailey told me how much fun he had on holiday. I tried to just forget about Jess, I know that Dillon told her to go away or he is going to sue her for assault. I just carried on driving and letting on a small giggle every so often. I got a call off Shawn so I answered it through my car dashboard. "Hiya babe, I just picked up Gracie from school, we have another painting off her. This time its of us ice skating. I'm gonna put her in the bath as she's very messy" I let on a soft giggle. "She is such an artist, I cant wait to see her next painting, I'll let you get going then babe, talk to you later."

I took Bailey home and I saw that Dillon was stood there in a suit, rose petals on the ground in front of him, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He got a sign from behind him and had *Date night?* written on it. I let them go as they deserve a great first night back. I drove home and the door again was wide open. Who was it gonna be this time? I really was worried.

I finally got enough courage in me to get inside the house, I went in and I saw Gracie in front of the TV. She didn't seem to be watching her normal show, I seen it was 'chucky' I ran over and turned it off. "Play with me, Play with me mommy..." Gracie kept repeating play with me and she would stop. It started creeping me out. She was smiley, a bit too smiley. I looked into her eyes and I watched a tear drip from her eye. "Play with me, Play with me mommy..." She said again still sounding happy, although the tears kept rolling down her cheeks. "Where's daddy Gracie?" She stood up and went towards the door under the stairs. She jammed on the handle about 10 times before it opened. I looked in thinking it would've been empty. But to my astonishment it wasn't, Shawn was lay there with three large cuts across his side. His kidney was in his hand. I called an ambulance right away. Gracie wouldn't of done this, would she?

I grabbed Gracie and drove after the ambulance. "Play with me, Play with me mommy." I carried on following the ambulance, "Not now Gracie, Not now..." She then started to sing a song, in the tune of a jack-in-the-box. "La la la la lalala" it creeped me out so much, but my main worry right now was on Shawn, was he going to make it out alive? We finally arrived at the hospital and he got rushed into the ER. They made me wait in the waiting room. I thought I should've gotten Gracie checked out whilst I was there. At least it would give me one less thing to worry about. I got up and picked up Gracie. I told the nurse everything that had been going on and they took her for a brain scan. It brought flashbacks to when I had mine done. I was honestly so nervous for her. I didn't want her to be scared. To my surprise she wasn't the scared one, the doctor was. "We have never seen this before in a child, Mrs Cohen. We think she might have a brain tumor."

I knew that I had a brain tumor in the past, but it was genetic. I got it from the high pitched frequencies that were played into my ears after being kidnapped, that's when I realized. Darcy could've came back, she had escaped from prison and she was always jealous that Shawn still picked me after everything. "Doctor, I know your still going to do tests on everything to make sure my little girls okay, but I had a brain tumor in the passed. It was only called a brain tumor as the doctors had never seen anything in a human brain before. It was after I got kidnapped by Darcy Chapman and she escaped recently, what if she played the same high pitched tone to my daughter to hypnotize her into doing bad things like what she has done to Shawn!" The Doctor looked back and forth between me and Gracie, with each look, he looked more concerned. After a final few gazes he left to go find more doctors. I went over to my little Gracie to see how she was doing. Her eyes were closed. I nudged her a few times, yet her eyes wouldn't open. "Gracie, it's time to wake up sweetie. Gracie?" She wouldn't answer me. I called over one of the doctors and he took her away on a table. The one moment that I needed Shawn most, he couldn't of been here for me. I paced back and fourth not knowing what to do. I went into Shawn's room to see how he was doing after surgery. He was awake now, with five large stitches in his side. I fell down onto the chair beside his bed and told him everything that had happened since he was gone, I cried and cried until no more tears would roll from my eyes. I felt Shawn's hand tighten its grip against mine. We were both in pain, all because our sweetheart was in pain.

A doctor came in a few hours later and said she wouldn't wake up, but she still had a pulse. We were allowed to go in and visit her now if we wanted to. I walked in to see her hooked up onto a machine, wires and tubes coming out from any place possible. The beeps of her heart beat gave me so much relief yet so much sadness. All of this because I thought I would take a risk. Don't get me wrong I love that I have a perfect husband and a perfect family, but just like everything that seems perfect it always has its flaws, ours being Darcy. I started to hear the beeping of her heart go slower and slower. I watched the small hills of her heart rate, beats become slower and slower until *beep*.

Shawn's POV:

I heard a long sustained sound, followed by a scream. I knew exactly what had happened. Someone had just flat lined. I wasn't bothered by it first as everyone is bound to die some day. A doctor then walked in with a sad face. "Please excuse me for the words that I am about to say. Your child Gracie has passed away, she flat lined a minute ago. We cant bring her back. I am terribly sorry for your loss." I broke down into tears. I was supposed to die first, I was supposed to watch my baby grow up, walk her down the isle, watch her start her own family. The doctor came over and let me cling onto his arm. I didn't know what else to do. My baby, she was gone. I heard creaking on the floor board. I looked up to see Layla. She ran over and fell into my arms. We both just lost our little treasure. Me and Layla had such a hard time becoming pregnant. I remember seeing her face lit up when we finally got our own child that would've been blood related. But that still didn't take away the fact that our baby had just died. Maybe Gracie Cohen was just cursed, cursed to die too soon. Angels needing her too soon. God wanted to take back the fallen angel he had planted on earth.