Okay, I know I have to update stories but I have to start this one. I have another idea but that will have to wait… This story is different but I hope you all will read and enjoy.
Introduction: When Evil Brings Good
My life has been a roller coaster. I mean, my life isn't really a four wheel cart that sits on a track and goes down when you press a button. No, rationally speaking I have made a lot of good and bad decisions in my life. Mostly about whom I date.
It all started about a year ago. I met this guy, Derek Burin, and he was so sweet at first. We had that foolish love at first sight ordeal. Maybe it really wasn't my fault… I'm not really sure anymore… Anyway, like a fool, I moved in with him after about five months and that's where I learned about the real side of Derek. Derek was a low down dirty drinking son of a bitch.
I don't know, maybe I was scared of him or maybe I was afraid of being left alone again. Even though he abused me mentally and physically I stayed with him. The next thing that occurred my brilliant mind was not prepared for. A few months after moving in with him I found out I was pregnant.
Derek said it wasn't his and accused me of cheating. I swore that the only man I had ever slept with was him. He'd go out and get drunk and come back either really depressed and begging me to forgive him or angry, threatening me and cursing me. I wasn't ready for a baby. Hell, I had a full time job as a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian.
Why didn't I listen to Ange? She told me Derek wasn't good to begin with. Ange knows more about guys than I ever will. She has a new boyfriend about every three days. But how could I leave the father of my child? It wasn't about me anymore, it was about the fetus growing inside of me.
Twenty eight, not married, and pregnant. Those words had nestled themselves into my nerve cells. The age didn't bother me as much as the other two. I decided to buckle down and face what was coming. I was going to be a mother. I was going to have to care for one of the most frightening things to me on earth, a baby.
Being the baby of my family, I didn't know much about childcare. Dr. Goodman, my boss, explained to me the basics about childcare. Having twins of his own made it easier for him to relate to what I was going through. Eat, sleep, cry, poop…basically, a baby is helpless without its mother. I wasn't too excited about being tied down with a little human.
I remember the day I went into labor. I was in the walking up the stairs heading towards my apartment room. The elevator was shut down due to a weak cable. I had been to the doctor earlier that day and was told that the child wasn't due for another two weeks but something in my mind told me that something was wrong about what the doctor had said.
The first pain started out dull and grew worse slowly almost as if someone shoving a pole up my lower abdomen. I suddenly felt dizzy. I leaned against the stair railing as another contraction hit. Sinking down to the ground, I pulled my cell phone out and dialed Angela's number.
After being rushed to the hospital by Hodgins, Zach, and Angela, I went through several hours of painful labor yelling at people and saying things I would not normally say. Finally, at 8:06 Friday morning, weighing six pounds two ounces, Bonnie Scarlet Brennan was born. Derek never came to the hospital to see if the baby was okay so I signed the birth certificate alone and gave my daughter my last name.
Bonnie was beautiful. She had a little bit of curly auburn hair, pale, snowy white skin, bright, crystal blue eyes, so beautiful she almost didn't seem real. I almost forgot about the devil that was waiting for me in that hell house. I really wanted to run away, leave everything behind, but, I wasn't going to let Bonnie suffer for my mistakes. Besides, maybe after seeing Bonnie, Derek would mature and become a great man. I tried to believe it but at the bottom of my heart I knew that it would never happen.
After about two days in the hospital, I returned home with Bonnie Derek was drunk as usual. Derek took one look at her and snickered, "Where'd you pick up that ugly piglet?"
I almost lost it. I almost pulled out a knife and slit that damn asshole's throat. But, his physical strength compared to mine, and the fact I was still healing from the traumatic experience of giving birth, it would be impossible. All that I could do was hope something would turn that man's mind around.
I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan. I'm a mother, an author, and a forensic anthropologist. I am a victim of abuse and of rejection. I am a strong woman and I am a fighter. I am who I am.
I hope you enjoyed the introduction. This is going to be throughout the four seasons. Booth is going to be a main character, he just hasn't appeared yet. It won't be just POVs. There will be a lot of third person prospective too. PLEASE R&R!