Without You

{For the Appleshine Mum, Loony, may she rest in peace.} The House Appleshine is rocked when they find out that their mother, Luna, has fallen ill. With their lives changing left and right, they've begun to have strains on the family ties as they struggle to cope with their mother's illness.


7. Chapter Seven

(A/N: The town that this takes place in is totally fictional and based off of Gotham City from the Batman franchise, Soleanna from Sonic the Hedgehog, and Springfield from The Simpsons.)

As Prez exited the warehouse and began to walk to the Appleshine house, the black clouds overhead opened up with a vengeance. Buckets fell from the sky, lightning flashed, thunder roared. Fitting. The last thing that Prez wanted to do was get pneumonia, so she sped up her steps.

She tried the door to the house, only to find that it was locked. Of course, Ink let her paranoid half out. She scowled and pulled out her keyring, struggling with the mass of metal in her hand before finally unlocking the door with a muttered "Yes" of success.

When she closed the door behind her, she found that the house was completely silent. Expecting the worst, she opened Girlie's door to find that the child was asleep. She glanced into the twins' room and Ketsia's room as well and, her fears calmed, she made her way to her bedroom, totally soaked.

She peeled off her Batman t-shirt and tie-dye jeans, trading them for a long nightgown that she often wore when she needed to cheer up. She went down to the kitchen and looked out the window. Doesn't show signs of stopping.

Prez glanced at the clock on the stove. It was only 7 in the evening. Why's everyone asleep so early? Even under dire circumstances they try to stay up until midnight. When she realized how exhausted she was, though, she didn't think much of it.

She entered the living room and turned on the television to the Weather Channel.

"Storm advisory under effect until one in the morning. Flood warning . . ."

The power went out, and Prez bit back a scream. The dark freaked her out, even with lightning flashing the room into brightness every six or so seconds. She hugged her arms to her body, and the swelling of her belly comforted her. We're okay. she comforted her unborn child silently.

She stared out the window, listening to the rain hit the house like golf balls.

I wonder how Mum's doing right now . . .

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