Okay, some of you are really going to hate me after this. However, it is in the best interest of the story. This is the last chapter of Dead Parenting. I was starting to feel trapped and I was experiencing intense writers block. I had to shake everything up.
If I lose any readers, I'm sorry, but I hope most of you will have faith in me. There is a sequel to Dead Parenting. It will be called "A Second Chance." I'm going to post the first chapter immediately after I post this one. I hope you all forgive me. But in the interest of writing a good story that didn't turn into boring nothingness, I had to do it.
"Sookie?" I felt a soft shaking of my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open to take in my viking. He was leaning over me with a worried look on his face. "You've been out for a while. Are you okay?"
"Huh?" I lifted my hands to rub my eyes and realized my wedding bands were gone. I wiggled my fingers at Eric. "Where did they go?"
"My rings." I pointed to my left hand and wiggled my ring finger. Eric looked at me and then turned to Pam. "Do you know what she's talking about?"
"No, I just found her laying outside." Pam's face came into view, she was looking at me with the same expression Eric had.
"Eric where are my wedding rings?"
"You were wed?"
"Of course, stop being silly. See..." My voice caught in my throat as I lifted Eric's hand, he had no ring on.
"Where is your ring Eric?"
"Sookie, I think you just had a dream." I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was at my old house, in my old pajamas, and I felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat.
"How long have I been out?"
"Is Klara home yet?"
Eric and Pam looked at each other and then back to me. "Who's Klara, lover?"
"That is not funny Eric, where is our daughter?"
"O-Our daughter? Oh Sookie I think you got banged up much worse than we thought. You must have had a pretty good dream."
I felt tears spring to my eyes. There was no way the past 6 years were all just a dream. I stood on my shaky legs and went to my cell phone. I flipped it open looking at the date. I wavered, almost passing out. It was 6 years earlier than it should be.
"No, No. It couldn't have all been a dream." I lifted my shirt, looking for the old scars that Eric's lashings at tribunal had left me with. My skin was completely smooth. I looked over to Eric who was looking at me with curiosity.
I ran to my bed room and threw myself on the bed. This couldn't be a dream, I'm just dreaming that I had a dream. I'll wake up soon and everything will be fine. I pinched myself a few times, nothing. I looked all around my room, it was exactly as I had left it years ago, but it shouldn't be. Amelia had moved into my room when Eric and I got married.
"Sookie?" Eric was standing in my door frame. "Did you dream we were married with a child?"
"It's not a dream, this is the dream, this is just a nightmare."
"Sookie, this is real life." I felt the edge of my bed move as Eric sat down. "This is the first time I've came to you since the night you saved me and Felipe. Felipe and Victor have finally left. I sent Pam over because I felt your pain but couldn't come to you. I was making sure that Felipe and Victor were truly on their way back to Nevada. Pam found you, someone had beaten you pretty bad and left you out front for dead."
"No, your lying." My heart was breaking, it just could not be a dream. Our wedding, and Klara, both were so real to me. Eric grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Sookie, I would not lie to you. You've been out for 2 days straight. We've been here nights and the shifter has been here during the day. You just had a very vivid dream." He smoothed the hair back from my face and looked into my eyes. One look was all it took for me to know he was telling the truth. I burst into tears and clung to him. I held on to my imaginary husband, the imaginary father of my imaginary child.
Once I realized I was still clinging to him as if he were mine, I pushed him away. I stood up from my bed and crossed the room, staring at him. I could find no comfort with him, he wasn't mine, he wasn't my husband Eric. For the second time I had fell in love with an Eric that wasn't quite real. He looked hurt by my rejection.
"Lover, I was coming to talk with you anyway."
"It's not the same, you don't understand." I tried to run from the room but he gripped onto my wrist.
"Then tell me." I turned and sat down on the bed with him, sniffling the whole time. He slid his arm around my shoulder and held onto me.
"Eric, we were happy. You took me on some dates, we were married. Niall gave us the gift of life as a wedding gift, enabling us to have Klara, our daughter. She is.." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. "She was 5. You loved her and me very much. The last thing I remember is us getting ready to leave for Fangtasia." I took a deep breath before saying the rest. Because even in my dreams Eric didn't know this.
"I was planning on telling you later that I had found out that I was pregnant again. Niall's magic was potent enough to last 5 years. He really wanted to give us a family." When I was done I dissolved into sobbing again. Eric didn't say anything, he just slid his hand down and placed it on my stomach.
"You were pregnant with our second child." I sobbed harder and shook with my crying. "Yes I was."
"Sookie, I'm sorry it was just a dream. I'd have loved for it to be true." His hands were tracing circles on my stomach, but I couldn't handle that. He'd done that when I was pregnant with Klara. What am I thinking, I was never pregnant. I was still thinking of my dream as what actually happened. I straightened up and slid away from him. I needed a new subject, this one was ripping my heart out.
"Who's trying to kill me now?"
"FotS, I think. We've been losing waitress at Fangtasia left and right. I was coming to ask if you'd work there for a few days."
"That's why you were coming?"
"I wanted to have our talk too."
"As a second thought to your bar?"
"Sookie, that's not fair and you know it."
I stood up to leave but then spun to face him. "No, what's not fair is having you love me, and for the second time, it wasn't the real you."
With that said I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the counter and had a good cry.
When I came down stairs, Eric was gone. Pam was sitting on the sofa reading a book. I felt a little better after taking a shower. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I was just dreaming. I made my way over to the sofa and sat next to Pam. My sniffling started again when I realized that she wasn't dream Pam either. We weren't like family anymore. She was Eric's child, and my sometimes friend.
"What did you say to him?"
"He looked upset when he left."
"He can join the club." I wasn't trying to be mean, but my heart was breaking and I didn't need Pam's guilt trip.
"Eric loves you, everyone can see it, why can't you?"
"I did see it, I dreamed that Eric was my husband, we had a child, and that you were my closest friend. My dreams were just wrong all the way around."
Pam reached over and grabbed my hand tightly. "Sookie, you listen to me. Eric loves you, he's admitted it to me. He was coming to tell you, I realize that you are upset over your dream, but do not question his feelings," She paused and looked at me right in the eyes. "Or mine. I'm fond of you, we could be friends if you'd ever let yourself get over this." I snatched my hand away from Pam and walked out front. I just needed to breathe. I almost expected to see my Porsche out front, but I didn't, just the Malibu.
Suddenly I got an idea, I ran back into the house and grabbed my keys. Pam tried to follow me but I threatened to stake her if she did.
TBC in "A Second Chance"