|Mending a Wounded Soul
Author: frdss-gstnn PM
London's pregnant. Her father despise the fact that she's going to be a single mother so he arranged a marriage for her. Future fic. London/Cody/Bailey.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - London T. & Cody M. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 19,303 - Reviews: 58 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 09-15-12 - Published: 09-26-11 - id: 7413700
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
(Hold your hands up dear / and catch me when I'm falling)
Mending A Wounded Soul
Chapter 1: London.
London knew his father would be furious.
Sure, she wasn't the most intelligent person on Earth, but she knew her father well enough. Even if he's father never acknowledge her existence.
London, 26 years old, walks with her high heels on towards the Tipton HQ. It was rather a big building, covered with big bossy bodyguards and CCTV. She gulped as soon as she stands in front of the building. She walks inside with her chin high up with every guards stares down at her. She felt small, really- but she's London Tipton. She wasn't supposed to be scared of anything. After all, this is her father's building. All of the workers are practically her slave or something. London walk up to the receptionist, and took off her sunglasses.
"I want to see my daddy," she said, simply.
The receptionist look at her as though she was joking, "Um, daddy?" she asks, almost laughing, "Honey, I think you're in the wrong place,"
London groan under her breath- this is definitely not the first time people had mistreated her, "Tipton. I want to see Mr. Tipton,"
The receptionist raise her eyebrow and lick her lips, forcing a fake smile, "Oh, then, you must be at the right place," she huffs, "Welcome to the Tipton Headquarters. Do you have any appointment with Mr. Tipton, madam...?" she trailed off, looking at London, waiting for her to continue her sentences.
"My name's London," she says, through her gritted teeth, "London Tipton,"
She opens the door of her father's office with a serious face, she didn't care if his secretary was yelling for her not to do so.
Just when she opens the door up, she saw her father's hand inside of a young woman, might be younger that her, skirt. While the woman's hand was unbuttoning his shirts. It's disgusting to just look at it. "I'm sorry, sir, I tried to stop her," the secretary informed Mr. Tipton with a worried look. Mr. Tipton look at his secretary for a while before mutter that she's fired. After the secretary cries her out, runs away like some maniac, he turn his attention to her.
"Whoever you are, you're not welcome here," Mr. Tipton said to London harshly.
London stills keep a straight face, her anger towards the young woman that was in her father's lap was sickening, but she tried to ignore that fact. "I need to talk to you," she said, but before Mr. Tipton could say anything, she cut him off, "I'm London. Daughter of wife no. 3," she stated the fact to him. He thinks for a while before he send her a shocking look, "Well, hello London!" he greet her with a smiling face.
London gave him a short smile, "You," she pointed to the woman, "Get out,"
The woman scoff and look at Mr. Tipton, watching as he just agrees with his own daughter, she gave up and walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.
London looks at her for a while, wondering whether she's one of her step-mother or just another prostitute that was paid to have sex with the old man. Seriously, she was tired counting of the amount of wives her father had. She was never good at maths, really. So, why bother? She turn to her father, who is giving her a cold look, she gave a tight smile and sits down. She was going to say something but nothing came out.
"I don't have all day, y'know. I need to go to Japan this evening," her father finally spoke up.
London's eyes almost watered just by thinking about the real reason she's here, but she held it in, "Daddy..," her voice was pleading and weak.
Her father raise an eyebrow, a gesture of saying that she needs to be fast if she wants him to listen.
"I'm pregnant," The word finally escaped her mouth and she shut her eyes, not wanting to see how he reacts. Ever since London's hit puberty, her father reminded her to not ever get pregnant before getting married. It wasn't that he's religious or something. It's just that getting pregnant before getting married somehow will effect the business (she doesn't know how- but she never questioned him). He wants her to be a successful businesswoman but never a single mother. By just hearing the word 'single mother' sickens him.
His footsteps was coming closer towards her, making she shuts her eyes even more tight now.
Suddenly, he heard a clap. She opens her eyes slowly, looking at his father who is now standing in front of her, clapping and smiling. London couldn't help but to smile at the sight of this. Was she dreaming? No, she had pinched herself. Was her father actually like the fact she's pregnant without getting married? This is weird, but who cares! But then, all of her dreams shattered across the floor as she hears her father says...
"Congratulation, London! When did you get married? I must've missed the wedding invitation or didn't come at all! Haha, who is it again this husband of yours?"
London didn't even blink.
Noticing this, Mr. Tipton cross his arms across his chest, "What's wrong now? You don't have any money to raise the child? Oh well, how about I give you 100 000 000 dolars more!"
"I... I'm not...," she stutters, looking at Mr. Tipton with a teary eyes, "I'm not married yet,"
"Wha..?" Mr. Tipton laugh at this, but seeing as London didn't laugh along, he frowns, "Are you serious, London?"
London could only nod, wiping the tears with her thumb.
From the corner of her eyes, she can see that Mr. Tipton has clench his fight, "London..," his voice was murderous. Too scared to face him, she looks down, not saying anything but he knew she was listening to him. Taking a heavy sigh, Mr Tipton says with a rough voice, "Then, you just have to get married. After all, this baby of yours are not showing much. I'm guessing you knew about it recently. Go get that dirtbag that you have sex with and marry him," he instructed her, sounded calm but firm.
London cry at this. Francis, her boyfriend and the father of the child, had ran away after taking half of her money and had sex with her. But the fact that she loves him so much and to found that he runs away with no trace was horrifying. "He... He ran away,"
"W-what are you saying, then?" Her father scowl, "He's gone? Vanished? Is that it, London? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"
She nods vigorously, "Y.. yeah,"
After a long silence fell upon them, she heard her father plays with his pen, now sitting on his desk. She can practically feel his eyes on her- it sends chill through her body. Her father shakes his head, "Get an abortion," he offers.
"Yes, abortion. That's what I said. You know, get rid of that thing inside of you,"
London touches her stomach and think of what he just said, "No," she rejects his offer, "No!" she said with more passion this time, standing up- protecting the unborn child.
"London!" he slam his hands on the desk, standing up with her.
"Daddy..," she pleads, with a sad eyes. Even though Francis' love was a fake, that doesn't mean her love for that guy wasn't. She really loves Francis and now, this child inside of her, the offspring of both her and Francis was the only thing that connects them together. She knows maybe she isn't capable of being a single mother raising a child by her own, but for love, she would do anything. "Daddy, please don't. I love this...," she rub her still slim belly, "And... you can't just kill a soul. You would become a murderer. Please, I'll do anything you ask as long as I can keep the baby,"
"Fine," he finally scoffs, "But you have to get marry as soon as possible,"
London's head shot up, "I'll try to find the father of my child," she said.
"No. You don't have to do that," he said quickly, leaning back against his chair, "Say, honey. Do you still remember your blondie friend that called me a few years ago offering to sell a girl's farm to me?" he asks London.
London was confuse by his objection on finding Francis, but didn't argue. Instead, her mind tried to remember whatever it is Mr Tipton wants to know.
Seeing as she struggles, he added, "You know, very smart and awkward boy. Blonde. With a twin,"
London snaps- Zack and Cody. The last time they saw them was at graduation, alongside with her former roomate, Bailey. She heard Cody and Bailey was off to the same college and Zack got accepted to a comunity college in Boston. Bailey may have been calling her a few times on the first year they separated but then, she heard nothing. No phone calls, or e-mails and she has stop 'Yay Me! Starring London Tipton' shows since she got offered to Westwood College in fashion merchandising. And that's all. She never saw them again.
"The smart one," she whispers, but then spoke up, "Cody?"
"Yeah. That boy. What's his last name?"
"Cody Martin, I think,"
"Okay then," Mr. Tipton smirks a little and grab the phone, calling someone. He said something about finding this Cody Martin and try to get a hold of him to the person on the end of the line. Truthfully? London had no idea what is he planning. So, she just stands there and stare. After her father finish the phone call, she gulped, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "What are you doing with Cody, daddy?"
"He's going to be your husband, London,"
a/n: okay. my first fic on The Suite Life Series ever. So, be nice people. And about how Mr. Tipton doesn't agree with London being a single mother and has to get married was just something that skipped through my mind. It doesn't make sense but... just go along with it, please? Hehe, anyways, I just started to feel for London/Cody a few days ago and can't help but to write about it. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm in a hurry. C'mon, don't be lazy and leave a review! I kinda wanna know what's in your head!
disclaimer: I own nothing. Excepts idea. But, I think you know that already.
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