A Forbidden Forever

Chapter 2-The Story of Darcy

A/N I'm doing this in my iPod. This is a flashback, of Leo's sisters death. I'll italicize later I guess. Darcy is Darcy Tomlinson, Leo's sister (about a year younger) not Harry's daughter.

thank you for your understanding. We begin now. vvvvvvvv

"Leo, Darcy!" my mom hollered for my sister, age fifteen, and me.

"what?" I shouted back, full of attitude.

I wasn't ready to leave, I was talking to Darcy about our dad, something rarely, if ever, mentioned outside our rooms.

"Don't talk to me like that, just get down here!"

"Later." I muttered.

"Leo.." Darcy smiled at me from across the bed.

"Come in, sis, quit being such a goody-goody, we can go later. I wanna finish this!"

She stuck her tongue out at me.

"fine. But let's hurry, we're meeting daddy at the restaurant in half an hour."

"whatever. so, what do you think ruined Dad's band?" I asked.

"I think it was Harry."

"What?"

"They probably got in a big fight. It sounds like Harry and daddy both had tempers. They maybe fought about a song or something.."

"well-"

"DARCY ANN AND LEO WILLIAM GET YOUR BUTTS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME LOAD THE PRESENTS!" My moms voice rang through the house.

"Come on, Leo, I don't wanna get in trouble.." She pouted.

"but it's MY 17th birthday!"

She pouted more.

"fine!"i exclaimed, racing her down the stairs.

It may seem childish, but we were really competitive, really loud, and really close.

I picked up one present. 'from Darcy' it read. I shook it.

"Hey, no, wait till later!" Darcy exclaimed, and I winked.

"Like I can."

We carried the gifts out and set them in the front seat, each taking a seat in the back.

Darce and I laughed back and forth in the back seat. When we took a left turn, a gift fell over. "Stupid gravity!" my mom grumbled.

"are you sure it's not Harry's fault?" I whispered loudly.

Darcy started laughing. "Leo!"

"Leo, Darcy, I swear, if you were talking about Harry and your father again, I'm gonna-"

"Oh come on, mom, we're just curious-" Darcy began.

"Darcy, I don't wanna hear it. You know it ain't none of y'alls business to speak of and you're real lucky if I don't tell your daddy."

"Momma-" I started.

"Leo, that fight isn't any of your-"

"AHA. It was a fight!"

"I never said that.."

"yes you did!" Darcy chimed in.

"Whatever. It's none of your business and it's never to be spoken of again. You hear me?"

"Do I have ears?" Darcy and I replies simultaneously, sending us laughing immediately.

"THIS IS NO JOKE. YOU SPEAK OF IT ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL KNOCK YOU BOTH INTO NEXT YEAR."

"Mom, get a grip-"

"Darcy. Ann. Tomlinson. Do not tell me to get a grip. You don't even know what you are saying when you talk about it and it hurts your father-"

"so harry started it?" i asked.

"Leo, I'm trying to drive here-"

"momma we just wanna know-"

"Well I just want some peace and quiet here!" She screamed.

Darcy and I exchanged a glance and launched into a line of 'lalalalalalalalalalalalala'

"WILL YOU GUYS STOP PLAYING AND-"

"no we-"

"momma, i-"

"Darcy-"

"mom"

"Leo!"

"Mother."

We were all talking so fast, mom swerved into oncoming traffic, quickly gaining grip on the car, but not before a semi tried to dodge around us. "DARCY!" I cried, throwing my hand to shield her. The truck crushed the right side of the car, where Darcy sat screaming.

We woke up in the hospital room, my momm, my sister, and I, all strapped to white beds in the same white room. "Darcy?" I muttered as I came to.

"Leo, oh thank Jesus you're alright.." my dad jumped up, grabbing my hand.

"Darcy. No, where's Darcy!!" I jumped out of the bed, unhooking about ten IVs and feeling the pain in my crushed hand and ankle.

I walked seven feet to Darcy's bed, where she laid, eyes closed, lips tight, skin pale.

"Darcy, I-"

"Leo!" my mom exclaimed. She looked okay, obviously heavily medicated. I looked at the clock, eleven o clock. Five hours since the wreck, her medicine was wearing off.

"Darcy..please." I squeezed her hand.

"Leo.." She muttered.

"Darcy?" my dad jumped from his chair, brushing back her hair.

"Daddy, hi! Where's mommy? Oh, hi mommy.. And Leo.." her voice faded, her body was weak and frail. She waited a few minutes while we all stared impatiently. "Leo..just smile, o-okay? Yeah..smi.." her voice faded, her mouth froze, her eyes flickered forwards.

The heart monitor steadily decreased to one long, final, dreaded drawl of a beep.

"NO! DARCY, NO!!!!" I screamed.

My dad pressed the 'code blue' button six thousand times. "My baby..my girl, she's.."

"That should've been me!" my mom cried from her bed, my dad wiping tears of hers and his own from beside her.

"Darcy.." I wailed, as the nurses rushed in to try to bring her back.

Fifteen minutes of tears and screams and crashes and IVs and pricks and motion and chaos and medicine and sirens and more screams later, the nurses walked out into the hall with a doctor. We heard hushed whispers as the doctor back in. "Leo, Louis, Brielle..I am deeply sorry to be the one to tell you that your daughter has..passed away. I'll leave you to your grieving."

And the tears stopped. Until her funeral, three days later, we didn't cry. I never did get around to opening those birthday presents.

Darcy's life may have ended, but the drawling heart monitor beep is somehow still stretching through my head.