VERONICA WATSON

A red headed woman was sat with her face in her hands. A man, a doctor, was standing over her, his hand resting on her back. "I know it's hard to hear, but everything will be alright. You can always try again." The woman shuddered slightly, at first glance one could guess that it was because she was frightened, cold maybe? No, she was upset, she was crying. She lifted her head just enough for one to see her face, her make up was smudged and she looked a right mess. "I know, i know..." Her voice trailed off as she let a few sobs out and allowed her head to drop right back into her hands. The doctor took his hand off of her back and slowly made his way to his desk, opening something on the desktop before doing some typing and clicking. After a few moments the printer made it's noises and did it's thing. The doctor stood up and walked over to her, placing the printed paper on the coffee table that was in front of her. "This will help." He said, patting her on the back affectionately, a worried look on his face. The redhead lifted her head once again, taking the paper into her hands, a shocked look on her face as she looked it over. Once she had looked it over she tossed it back onto the coffee table. "That's your solution?" Her voice rose as she stood up from the chair that she had been sat in for the passed half an hour. "That's your solution for everything! I hate to tell you but pills are not going to bring my baby back!" Hastily she took her handbag and headed for the door. She stopped just before closing the door. "I don't know why I bothered coming here. Mom was right, that's your fix for everything." Her voice was shaky and angry, tears were slowly finding their way down her face and her eyes showed hurt. For the first time in a while she had actually thought her father would be of some help, but she was wrong. She slammed the door to his office and made her way to her car. Once she was in the safety of her car she broke, her head found itself resting on the top of the steering wheel as she sobbed loudly.



It was a nice place, the coffee shop where the red headed woman sat with an older woman. The pair were silent as they sipped on their respective beverages. There was a small bit of awkward eye contact, though there was a lot more worry hiding in the eyes of the older woman who, after letting out a sigh and placing her cup down on the table slightly harder than she intended, proceeded to break the silence between the two. "Why would you go to him, you know what he'd like. I don't know why he's still in practice, as far as I'm concerned he should have his medical licence stripped." Her face showed just how serious she was about her words, though that worry still lay in her eyes, those eyes that had not left the red head since she let out that sigh. The younger woman sat there, eyes fixed on a random point on the wall off to the side. She didn't want to speak, she wanted to go home, curl up into a ball and cry. But she spoke, but only because she held a deep care and respect for the woman in front of her. "I don't know, I thought he'd be different this time. I don't know why. I'm so stupid." Her gaze fell to the surface of the table in front of her, she did her best to hold back the tears but she failed in that endeavour and they came, slowly. "Mom, why did I think he'd be different this time?" She sobbed, wiping at the tears with the sleeve of her sweater. The older woman reached out and grasped the red head's free hand, holding it gently. "No, Ronnie listen to me. It means you see the best in people, you believe in them even when they've given you no reason to. It's a good thing." For a moment the red head, Ronnie, looked confused. "But it only got me hurt." She said, the confusion, as well as the hurt, showing in her voice. "Sweetie, life is full of hurt. You're a good person, stop worrying about this, he's not worth it." A smile came to the older woman's lips as she rubbed her daughter's hand, doing all she could to comfort her. "Now what do you say to a good ol' bake off?" Ronnie's eyes lit up just a little and her lips curled slightly into something of a small smile. "Thanks mom. And that bake off sounds great." The pair stood up and made their way toward the very car that the red head had been crying in earlier.



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