Fallen Angel

[vikkigracey]

Title: Fallen Angel, Part One
Rating: G
Words: 989
Notes: I've had this idea a while now, and after giving it some brain storming I have decided to write and post. Not sure how long this will end up becoming, and it may not have any more added to it, just depends if the inspiration bug hits. I've not ever posted my own fiction of her before, I normally do so on HTV but decided to here for a change. I hope you like it

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She slowly reclined into the cold leather of the chair in her mothers bleak office, her breathing slow but steady as she tried to regain some control of herself before she was faced with a fate worse than death. The wrath of her mother. Currently her only company was the dull ticking of the IKEA clock hung centrally on the gold coloured wall, the rest of the room a dulled cream. The gentle patter of the rain on the window pane began joining the free falling tears which stained her rose coloured cheeks. At the tender age of fifteen she looked the picture of youth, dressed in skinny black jeans, with a Popular Wicked top which finished off with slouch boots and her favourite Wicked hoodie gave a relaxed atmosphere as she breezed along, however this youthful girl was beginning to understand the realities of life, as a slight curvature in her stomach began to show, she’d ignored it for some time now however now in front of her she faced her demons, that little blue line which has bought her current life crashing down around her.

She was a sensible girl for her age, intelligent too which she guessed was to do with her mother’s insistence of sending her to the best schools money could have bought. She wasn’t going to complain about her mother having more money than sense, there would have been no point; after all she got everything she desired. Got to travel the globe of a summer along with her beloved mother, she hated to be separate from her; it didn’t feel right but not sat here she faced the prospect of her mother never speaking to her again.

Her heart leapt into her mouth as she heard the familiar click of her mother’s expensive heels, Prada if she wasn’t mistaken, on the tiled floor of the hospital. The rattle of the door handle made her jump even more; subconsciously she slid her chair backwards away from the door, her heart thumping in her chest.

‘Oh…I didn’t expect to see you in here…everything okay?’ Her kind words cut through her, her elegant mother looking so concerned to see her daughter sat there. Gently the door clicked shut she knew her mother could tell something wasn’t right, she’d always been able to. Closer and closer she got to her daughter, concerned truly evident on her face, her plump red lips curled into a small soft smile, her eyes searching her young daughters in the hope of discovering what was bothering her.

‘Y-yes…everything is f-fine.’ She just managed in a stutter, only causing her mother more worry. Her mother was so kind and soft in her touch with her daughter, yes cross her on a bad day and you’ll end up in Timbuktu but she had never been like that with her. Many a register had come and gone after facing the wrath of her formidable mother but she was different with her daughter, her precious angel as she called her at times.

‘Now angel I know full well you are not fine, I’m a doctor remember and your mummy.’

‘I-I er need to speak to you. Are you busy?’ She somehow hoped she would be so she could leave this and not face her when she had been so kind.

‘I’ve only got some paper work to finish, but if you need to speak to me that can wait.’

‘Oh no, you erm…you do that…I can speak to you some other time.’ Crouching down slightly beside the chair her daughter was sat in she ran her finger tips slowly over her cheek, before tenderly kissing her little girls forehead.

‘Angel I’m worried about you now, you would normally be happy I was putting my work off for you.’

‘I’m scared.’

‘Scared of what?’

‘That you’ll get angry with me, and make me do something I don’t want to.’ She searched her daughters eyes once more, searching for an indication of what is was she was so scared of telling her, desperate to discover the truth.

‘Mummy…I erm…I’m pregnant.’ She cowered slightly as her mother leapt to her feet, her voice easily audible across the entire hospital.

‘YOU’RE WHAT!?!’

‘Pr-pr-pregnant…’ Was all she managed through her sobs; which were now beginning to cloud vision and hearing.

‘HOW?’ she demanded, wanting to know how her daughter had got herself in this mess, her arms flying around in despair as she paced the office, rubbing her temples slightly as she sighed. Nothing came from her daughter but heart wrenching sobs, her now curled into herself on the chair her whole body shaking. ‘Angel stop that, it won’t do you…or the baby any good.’ Her sobs began to slowly subside as she looked up at her mother, sniffing back more tears and wiping the escaped ones away with her hands.

‘I’m…I’m sorry.’

‘Sorry really isn’t going to cut it; you have no idea how stupid you’ve been. You do realise you’ll not be able to have a normal life now? You’ll have this baby forever, being a mother is a full time job.’ A slow nod came from her daughter.

‘I know, I know. My life plan will have to be amended now, sorry to disappoint but I won’t be following you into medicine. I have my baby to care for now, which is my main priority.’

‘How do you propose you pay for everything? You don’t have a job.’

‘I have all the money in my trust fund from Daddy; I can have that with your permission when I turn 16…so I can use that to buy everything.’

‘He meant that money for your future.’

‘Well now my baby is my future…’ Soon enough she realised that no amount of shouting was going to sort this mess out, she had to approach this with caution and not rush to any conclusions which could lose her, her daughter forever.

[Paige]

Love it! Great idea for a fic, and I hope things get better for them both.
I really hope there is more.

This post has been edited by Paige on Apr 11 2009, 02:28 PM

[ejb]

Great start. I can just imagine Connie being more gentle with her daughter. I hope Connie manages to be supportive.

Looking forward to more

[honeypie]

I like this, its different.
I hope Connie is supportive, and there for Grace, I like the relationship you've created between the two of them with Connie instantly knowing when somethings wrong with Grace.
I look forwar to more

[sophie_x]

Fab start, hope there's more. The characters are spot on - Connie and her Prada shoes. Love it.

Hope Connie is there for her daughter.

[MELJ]

This is great. Very different from other fics I have read,especially having Connie's daughter older in this fic and that she is pregnant. Sounds like they are really close,and I hope that she is supportive of her daughter. Hope you do continue with this fic.x

[vikkigracey]

Title: Fallen Angel, Part Two
Rating: G
Words: 829
Notes: Thank you for all the lovely replies. Dedicated to Pagie, ejb, honeypie, sophie_x and MELJ.

~*~

‘How far are you Grace?’ A slightly bemused expression crossed her face; she’d gone from what could have been described as a screaming banshee to her calm collected state in only a few seconds. This actually scared her more than her mother screaming her head off.

‘I’m not sure, twelve weeks maybe.’ She watched her mother nod very slowly; her movements very reserved reflecting her current mind set. She couldn’t quite work out what her mother was thinking, however she did have an inclination that she was in fact longing for another child herself. However all plans now were to be shelved, having a baby the same age ad your grandchild wasn’t even something Connie Beauchamp would do.

‘Perhaps a scan is required then, just to check things are ticking over nicely.’ This sudden change had come about due to her worry of losing her little girl; well she wasn’t really her little girl anymore. She was soon to have a little baby herself. A slow nod now came from her daughter, her heart obvious to still be thumping in her chest. The slight tilt of her chin revealed her glazed emerald green eyes, as a few tears trickled from them once more.

‘WH…when daddy comes over, I’ll…go back to America with him…he’ll er…if he’ll take me…then you can be happy here.’ Sniffing once more she tried desperately hard not to cry once more, her hands delicately placing themselves on her curved bump, a thump tenderly stroking the area. ‘Mummy…if…if erm…you think…please don’t make me get rid of them.’

‘Oh angel, I’d never do that…not to you…not after what we went through.’ She knelt beside her daughter stroking her gorgeous bouncy curls before gently kissing them. ‘We can do this; me and you can do this, together. Let’s pop down to maternity and get this scan. Hmmm.’

‘Thank you. I love you mummy.’ A gentle sigh escaped her mothers lips as she gently stroked her cheek, she could tell her mother knew she was still a child herself yet now she faced the prospect of growing up so fast. Slowly her hand travelled over her daughters and onto her small but prominent bump.

‘I love you too angel. Lets go down and see this baby shall we? Hmmm? Then we’ll go and buy a few bits and pieces for you both.’

‘Thank you mum.’

‘It’s the least and I can for you Grace, perhaps I’ll take some time off when you have the baby, so I can help you care for them.’ As the two women began to make their way to maternity the journey seemed endless, eyes boring into them as Grace continued to have her hand over her small bump.

‘That isn’t needed mummy, I’ll be fine…we’ll be fine.’

Once sat in maternity, with her head rested on her mothers shoulder she smiled softly looking around, so much was going on. As she caught the reflection of her mother in the window opposite she looked up to her, worried at her pale appearance. ‘Mummy? What is the matter?’ She was snapped from her trace and brought back into the room she held her daughter closer to her, pulling her in and kissing her head.

‘That room,’ indicating to a delivery suite the other side of the ward she sighed slightly. ‘It is where I thought I’d lost you, thought I’d never hear you little cries. Get to see your beautiful smile. I thought I had lost my precious little baby girl.’ She leant up and gently kissed her mothers cheek.

‘I’m here though mummy, like I always have been. I’d never have left you, love you too much for that.’

‘I know, and I love you too but I haven’t really been down here since, always sent someone else.’

‘Don’t be scared mummy, its okay…I promise I am not going anywhere.’ Snuggling into her mum she held her close, her eyes momentarily closing before she was called into the side room.

As the probe was lead over her stomach she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen as her tiny baby appeared, moving around freely and happily a grin crept over her own lips, glancing back to her mother briefly excitement clear in her eyes but fear all to evident in her mothers.

‘Your dates Miss Beauchamp all add up to you being around four months pregnant, would you like to know the sex of the baby?’ Taking a moment she lost herself in the image of her baby, the heartbeat echoing in the room. Snapping back into the room having been given a gentle nudge from her mother she nodded.

‘You’re having a little girl.’ A broad grin once more adorned her face as she was told, her eyes glancing to her stomach however a knot forming inside of it, of worry and fear. Was she old enough to really do this? Yes she would have the baby, but could she bring them up properly? Alone?

[honeypie]

Aww, poor Grace, She wont be alone though, will she, cos Connie's going to be there or her ISN'T SHE!

Another great part to this fic, I loved how Connie seemed angry towards the end of the last part, but she softened when Grace suggested going to live with Sam.

I hope there's more soon

[Paige]

Another great part! I hope Connie will be there for Grace and isnt just saying it now. It was funny the way Connie was angry at one moment and then nice to Grace.
More when you can

[ratty]

Love this, just read both parts and i have to say it's so refreshing to read something completely different
More soon i hope x x x

[sophie_x]

Awww Lovely. Grace is having A little girl.
Hope Grace doesn't move to live with Sam in Americaa it will break Connie's heart. Poor Connie remembering when she nearly lost Grace.

Great writing more soon please.

[-=Clo=-]

Great couple of parts Love the relationahip Connie has with Grace, definitely shows she has a softer side.

I've read some of your fics on HTV & I have to say they are fab. Glad you've decided to post some here too

More when ya can.

xxx

[vikkigracey]

Title: Fallen Angel, Part Three
Rating: G
Words: 869
Notes: Thank you for all the lovely replies, I spewed this out earlier, and yes it is slightly warped and wrong but I guess it just happened! Anyways for honeypie, Paige, ratty, sophie_x and -=Clo=-

~*~

Walking out of maternity with her mother she sighed, as she thought of her own father. She’d not really considered the father of her baby, not as much as she perhaps should have done. The thing was he was much older than her, nearly 30 in fact, they knew what they’d done was so very wrong but somehow it had felt so right. Technically she could attempt to blame her mother for this, for it had been at a dinner party of the house she’d met the boy. He stood at 6 feet 2 inches, his hair dark and short, he had a perfectly chiselled jaw and for all intense and purpose had perfect genes. If the baby inherited either of its parent’s features then they’d certainly be lucky. For she took after her mother, practically perfect in everyway, apart from the large pores she liked to forget about and hide.

‘Dad is coming over in a few days time. He said he’d be staying with her again.’ Her voice was full of spite with the mention of her father’s floozy; well technically they were an item even if it was long distance for 50 weeks of the year.

‘Yes well we all have to accept things, I am sure she’ll run a mile when she discovers she’ll become a step grandma if she stays with him.’ A realisation dawned on her causing her to stop in utter disbelief. She was going to be a grandmother. Surely she was too young. Not old enough? She couldn’t be.

‘Hmmm and I am guessing you’d like to run a mile too.’ Softly she gestured for her mother to do just that finding the whole situation highly amusing if she said so herself.

‘Grace this is not funny!’

‘Yes but you are hitting the point of no return, on that downward slope to 50.’ Oh if looks could kill it would be assured she would be heading straight for the mortuary right now. Her mother needed to admit she was no longer young. 50 is the new 40 she would hear her mother telling herself when she discovered yet another grey hair and reached for the bottle of dye. Or found another of those little wrinkles caused by all the years of scowling.

‘Really not funny…’

‘Oh but it is!’ With that she hot footed it away from her mother slipping slightly on the damp floor causing her to slide across it as if she were ice skating. A look of horror flooded across her mothers face as she did it, yet hers was covered with a happy grin having rather enjoyed her little slide. ‘If I were a teletubby I would be shouting again, again.’

‘Grace you are four months pregnant, you need to look after yourself and your child.’ She screwed her face up in anger as her daughter stood to attention like a solider before her stamping her foot.

‘Yes Sir!’ She barked then burst out laughing yet again.

‘Get out there to the car young lady, before I do or say something I’ll regret.’

She just laughed and went off to the car getting in as the lights flashed her mother having remotely unlocked the car, as she sat into the car she melted into the soft leather interior and stroked her bump happily loving the feeling of knowing a small life was inside of her. She thought over telling her mother again and became wide eyed when she saw Mrs. Grayson walking from the hospital obviously trying to catch up with her mother to speak to her.

‘Oh Connie.’ Her mother turned on her heels.

‘Yes Jayne…’

‘Want to go for a drink? I need one after today and fighting with Ric.’

‘I’m sorry Jayne, prior engagement taking my fifteen year old shopping for maternity wear.’ The look which adorn Jayne’s face was priceless, a look of sheer shock and then a slight pity for her.

‘Ah. When did this little bombshell get dropped?’ She glanced down to her watch then back up to her companion.

‘About an hour and a half ago. I have to say I am not best pleased with my little darling.’

‘I’d have killed one of my had they been that age, you have more tolerance than me with these matters.’

‘Oh I don’t know. I’m coming close with her attitude.’

‘Look I won’t keep you. Just well I’ll understand if you need some time off.’

As she walked to the car she sighed getting into it and looking to her daughter who was still stroking her bump, she’d just made a phone call to the father of her baby and requested that he came with his family to her house.

‘We need to go straight home. The father is coming over to meet you. Just promise you won’t murder me or him when he arrives.’ She looked at her daughter trying to figure from her expression why she would.

‘Why would I Grace? I haven’t killed you yet…’

‘Yes but…’ She gulped, how did she tell her mother she’d slept with someone nearly twice her age? It was totally illegal. And to make matters worse it was her mothers bosses son.

[Paige]

Wow, wasnt expecting that! (I mean the father) I cant wait to see the reaction from both Jayne and Connie not to mention John!
More when you can

This post has been edited by Paige on Apr 15 2009, 09:12 PM

[sophie_x]

OMG. I'm totally speechless. The father will be six feet under when Connie finds out.

Bless Grace stroking her bump, and Connie going to be a grandma.

Looking forward to next part. More soon please.