|Four Leaf Clover
Author: darkestpowers4ever PM
The story of Clover Riley MacUallis. Back story for Butterfly Effect. Rated T for now, may change. Crossover between Darkest Powers, House of Night, and Women of the Otherworld.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Family - Chapters: 4 - Words: 15,621 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 10-12-11 - Published: 07-18-11 - id: 7192348
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Disclaimer: I don't own DP or HON or WOTO
Prologue: The Lost Girls
August 15th, 2000
"Daddy, please I need you," the dark haired girl sobbed into the sheets. "I love you, please don't leave me."
She lifted her head from the scratchy hospital sheets; she looked at her father and choked back the new wave of tears. It broke her heart to see her father, the man who she knew was strong and brave, in such a weakened state. His dark chestnut hair was stringy because he wasn't able to wash it; his once glowing tanned skin was pale and held a sick colour to it. His eyes were closed but the girl knew what lay beyond them – his formerly rich brown eyes that had flecks of green and gold in them that always were laughing would be blank, lifeless. It sickened and broke her to see him like this.
All the tubes and wires attached to him, the large one shoved down his throat to keep him breathing and fed wires that were plastered onto his chest that kept his heart beating.
It wasn't enough; all the wires and tubes were proven to be in vain because the next thing the young girl knew the machines that kept her father alive were going haywire. All the beeping that was coming from the machines meant that something was wrong, even at the ripe age of 5 she knew that much.
"HELP!" she screeched and starting shaking her father's arm fervently as if it would keep him alive somehow. "Somebody please help!"
Doctors and nurses rushed in and pushed the girl away from her father and began to work on him, trying to keep him alive. She could only watch in horror as the beeping the machine made was becoming more erratic, she knew her father was dying but she didn't have the heart to look away. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, and she couldn't blink because she thought if she did her father would die. She wanted to do something – she needed to do something but she couldn't think of anything, it was like someone had cut the cord that connected her brain to the rest of her body.
Somebody wrenched her from the room and when she struggled, the person's nails dug into her shoulder until she was sure that blood was drawn.
"Stay out of the way and don't be such a nuisance," Tess's taut face came into view, blurry through the sheet of tears that covered the girl's eyes but even she could see the rage in her mom's eyes. "You're always in the way, for once listen to me and get out of the way."
Tess shoved her daughter to a row of chairs and didn't even look back to see if her daughter would even follow her directions. But the girl did because she knew if she didn't she'd be severely punished and that was worse than her mom's harsh, livid words. So the young girl tripped her way to the row of hard hospital chairs pushed up against the wall in the busy hallway.
She sat beside a little blonde girl and cried her eyes out. The blonde girl comforted her friend, as for the coincidence of the two best friends being there, it didn't cross their minds. They were too absorbed in grieving together, sorrowful loss that had befallen both of them.
"Don't look," the blonde girl croaked, having just lost her own mother the day before so she knew what the dark haired girl was going through. "It will only make it worse."
The commotion in her father's hospital room ceased and she knew the worst had happened. Her father was dead.
"I'm so sorry Clover," the blonde murmur throatily and held Clover tighter, fearing that if she let Clover go that her friend might completely loose it and do something rash.
"I'm sorry too Chloe," Clover squeezed Chloe and didn't want to let go. "Do you think that they're together?"
"I don't know but I hope they are," Chloe said. "I think that they would want us to remember them and the happy memories that we all shared."
That's right; Daddy and Jenny were closer than Mommy and Daddy were Clover thought. Her mom was nasty and didn't care much for her daughter or her husband; even when she heard that her husband had been stabbed and that the wounds might be fatal she hadn't been hurrying to be at his side. She'd taken her sweet time at work and came to see her injured husband when it suited her. Jenny, Chloe's mom, had been more of a mother to Clover than Tess had ever been. Now both their parental figures were gone – Chloe's mom and Clover's dad.
"Clover," Chloe's voice was right in her ear now and Clover realized that she was clutching Chloe's shirt with great irritation for Tess.
"They'd want us to be happy together, and they would want us to still be best friends no matter what," Clover pulled back and leaned her head against Chloe's.
The girls stayed there for a long time, just staring into each other's lapis lazuli eyes. "We'll always be together," they whispered the promised as one. "Forever."
Through the tears of joy and the tears of sorrow, and when one fell the other would build her back up again. They hadn't realized their arrogance, that someday they may very well be ripped apart and never see each other again. For now they would help each other through one of the darkest parts of their lives, and they couldn't help but feel like they could only truly rely and trust each other.
They were lost girls.
Hey y'all! So this is a new story about Clover and her past. It gives you a bit more insight on Clover and her foster mother's relationship and the relationship Clover and her father had too. Remember this is one of the very many back stories for Butterfly Effect and Clover didn't get much dialogue for a main character so this story will be told mostly in her POV.
And I'm breaking one of my rules, posting on my birthday! SO THIS IS AN EXTRA SPECIAL STORY! POSTED ON MY 15TH BIRTHDAY!