Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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“Jesus Evelyn, stop! Lay back down.” Tristan guides me back down to the bed.
“Mom, please, tell me you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t forge my name on the papers.” I wipe my tears and swallow. “Tell me you didn’t take my memory loss and do something so cruel,” I choke out the words between sobs. I cannot believe this. I grab my chest in pain and the monitors start beeping.
“Evelyn you need to calm down. You need to lower your heart rate dear.” Dr. Zelanburg pats my arm.
Calm down? I can’t calm down. How could my mom think that my child's life was less important than my own? I want her gone. I want her out of here.
“Get her out now!” I whisper, covering my face with my hands. I can’t bear to see her, to look at her. No one moves and I start to feel my patience running thin.
“I said get her the hell out of my room, now!”
“You don’t mean that baby girl. You need me,” she croaks.
My blood starts to boil. Not only did she take the love of my life away from me, she took our child. She couldn’t be more wrong about what I need.
“I don’t need you. You think you know what is best for me. You took Tristan, Drake and the Monroes from me. You took my child from me. You have no idea what you have done. Do you not recall the chances of me having a child after chemo and radiation mother? Do you not recall the damn odds? It is almost impossible. In fact, you know my eggs are fried. I don’t need you anymore, but you need to get out before I call security,” I spit out through clenched teeth.
I am shaking so bad that it catches Tristan’s attention.
“She’s shaking. You need to go now,” Tristan says as he scowls at my mother.
“This is the Tristan from your teenage years, Evelyn?”
I turn my attention to my doctor and nod.
“Alexandra, go back to the hotel. I’ll deal with you later,” my father says, his voice laced with hate.
She grabs her purse, sobbing the entire way out of my room.
“Evelyn, I know you don’t want to hear this right now, but now that I know those papers were forged I have to report it to the hospital. Would you like to file a claim as well?”
I bite my lip and turn towards Tristan. He climbs back into bed to comfort me, this time maneuvering around the wires and IV’s.
“What do you think Tristan? It wasn’t just my baby,” I whisper.
He runs his fingers through my hair before kissing my forehead.
“I think what’s done is done. The hospital will give us enough justice,” he whispers back.
This is all too much to take in. I still don’t know what I am gonna hear from my test results.
“How long before her test results come back?” my father asks as if reading my mind.
Dr. Zelanburg looks at his watch, and then says to my father, “We should hear something in about another hour or so.”
My father stretches his arms and what he says next shocks me. “Tristan, do your parents still live in the same house?”
Tristan looks from me to my father. “Yeah. My parents built that house. They’ll never leave it.”
My father nods his head in understanding.
“Evelyn, if you don’t mind, I’m going to apologize to the Monroes and bring them up here to see you. If you need me for the test results though, I can wait.”
I can’t believe that my father didn’t know. I love how he is giving me a choice. It is obvious that mother never did.
“Tristan and the rest of my friends are here, and I would love to meet the Monroes again. Whatever the result of the tests, Tristan is here so I’ll be okay, I promise.” I try to assure my father.
My father walks over and squeezes me tightly. “I’m asking one more time baby girl. Are you sure it’s fine? You know I’ll wait.”
I laugh. He is treating me like a grown up for the first time and he is being hesitant about it.
“I’ll be fine Dad, I promise,” I grin.
“Mr. Beaumont, here’s my phone.” Tristan hands his phone over. “Program your number in, and if you want, I can call you as soon as we know.”
Dad takes Tristan’s phone with a nod, programs his number in, and then mumbles thanks. After that, Dad walks out of the room. I know that wasn’t an easy thing for him to do. I assume he is trying to make amends for all of mom’s evil doings.
Adella quickly moves towards me and I smile. She bursts into tears. “I’ve known you for a few days, but it feels like so much longer,” she cries and hugs me at the same time.
“I know,” I whisper into her hair.
She pulls away, wiping her tears as I notice the blonde streaks in her hair.
“You changed your streaks,” I gesture to her hair.
“Of course, only you would be waiting on test results and think about my hair,” she laughs.
This is why I already love this girl.
“Sunshine, you scared the shit out of me,” Drake whispers.
I look from Adella to him and hold open my arms. “I’m so sorry.”
He comes rushing over to give me a hug and damn if he doesn’t squeeze the hell out of me.
“Drake and Kyle were there when the ambulance was taking off with you. I’m not even going to get into the fact that you told me you were fine.” Tristan scolds me.
“I left you a note.” I say simply as Drake pulls away.
Tristan frowns and shakes his head. “You left me a note?”