| Look What You’ve Done
Written by Darren Rowe Delilah Café, Spencer Street Opening the large glass doors of the popular and busy café, a clearly emotionally spent Kate politely covers her mouth as she yawns. The mid-morning sun shines down outside, slowly melting away the thin layer of snow that fell the night before. “Morning Kate,” Margot says with a cheerful smile from behind the café’s counter as she pours a mug of fresh, steaming coffee for a waiting customer. The steam from the hot coffee dances into the air before fading away and the strong smell of the coffee wafts towards Kate, tempting her to have a drink. “Do you want a coffee love?” “Ah…no thanks Marg,” Kate replies as she saunters up to the counter before sitting on one of the stools. Resting her elbows on the counter, Kate leans down, cupping her face in her hands as she shields yet another yawn. “Bad night love?” Margot asks as she places the cup of coffee on the counter in front of the waiting customer. “Three dollars thanks.” “Yeah, you could say that.” “Oh, surely it’s still not that insomnia?” “No,” Kate replies as she raises her head and watches Margot as she stands over at the cash register, collecting the coffee customers change. “This is something much worse.” Closing the money drawer of the register, Margot takes the few paces towards the front of the counter and hands customer their change with a smile. “What do you mean?” she asks as she stands in front of Kate, looking at the tired doctor. Kate pauses, searching for the right words. “It…its nothing.” “Kate,” Margot begins as she leans down, resting her elbows on the counter and staring into Kate’s eyes. “Something’s definitely wrong with you, I can see it.” “Am I that transparent?” “No…just weary. You look tired, drained if you will.” Kate smiles. “That’s the understatement of the decade.” “Come,” Margot begins as she stands up straight and walks out from behind the counter. “Come and tell me what’s bothering you. It sounds serious.” “Oh, Marg, I’ve really got to get to work…” “Nonsense! Something’s wrong, love, and I’m not going to let you leave here until you tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. And besides, Stuart can do without you for a couple of minutes or so…can’t he?” “Stuart,” Kate says with a scoff. “He’s the problem.” “Oh pet, what’s he done? What’s he done to you?” “Nothing, Marg, its nothing.” “Kate. I’m not going to take no for an answer.” ”Margot…really, it’s not necessary…” “Kate, stop your little act and come tell me what’s wrong,” Margot says sternly as she takes Kate by the hand. Kate smiles as she slides off the stool before following Margot towards an empty table on the other side of the café. “You’re really persuasive…you know that?” “I know,” Margot says with a smile as she looks back at the distressed doctor. “They say its one of my worst qualities.” “Oh come on Marg, you know that’s not true.” “Hey, we’re talking about you…not me.” – spencer street – O’Connell Financial – Ronan’s Office, Somerset Sitting silently at his large wooden desk, Ronan stares blankly at the black screen of his computer. His mind was racing with the current state of his business financially. How is he going to support April and their child? Although April is a doctor, she was thinking about giving the profession away to become a stay at home mum. With his mind racing about what to do with his struggling company, Ronan rhythmically taps one of his pens against the hard wooden desk. Suddenly, there is a soft knock at the door of Ronan’s office. “Come in.” The door opens slowly. “Ronan,” Amy begins as she walks through the doorway into Ronan’s office. “I’ve looked over the files that you asked and you’re right. O’Connell Financial is…” “I know, Amy,” Ronan interrupts as he reclines in his leather desk chair. “I looked over it last night.” “So, what are you going to do?” Amy asks as she takes a few steps towards Ronan’s desk. “Are you going to apply for a loan or something?” Ronan pauses as he looks at his personal assistant. “I don’t think so.” “Well you can’t just give up. That’s not what you’re thinking of doing, is it?” Ronan sighs as he leans forward in his chair. “Ronan?” “What else am I supposed to do Amy? Tell me. We’re in deep shit here and I’m not seeing any bloody solutions.” “So that’s it?” “Yep,” Ronan smugly. “We’re through.” A silence falls over Amy. Looking at her boss, she can’t understand how he could just give up on everything so easily. “W…well what about me? What am I supposed to do?” Ronan shrugs. “Ronan, you’re not just closing down your business, you’re playing with people’s lives here. You can’t just chuck me out into the street without any job prospects whatsoever.” “Well what do you want me to say Amy?” Ronan snaps as he jumps up from his chair and walks around his desk. “Do you want me to wave some bloody magical wand and make everything wonderful again?” “You are such a dickhead,” Amy snaps back as she folds her arms, pressing the folders she’s holding close to her chest. Ronan smiles as a soft laugh slips from his lips. “There, you see,” Amy says as she looks at her boss and smiles. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” “No,” Ronan replies as perches himself on the top corner of his desk. “I suppose not.” The two colleagues fall silent as Ronan sits on the corner of his desk looking at his personal assistant. Taking a step forward, Amy relinquishes her grip on the folders that were pressed against her chest and places them on Ronan’s desk. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me,” Amy says as she turns and heads towards the open door. “Amy,” Ronan calls. Amy stops and turns, looking back at Ronan. “You’ll know by the end of the day what I decide to do.” Amy smiles at Ronan, trying to put up a brave front. With a deep breath, she turns and leaves Ronan’s office, closing the door behind her. – spencer street – Hilton & Associates Law Firm – Louise’s Office, Somerset “Come in,” Louise calls as she sits at her redwood desk, casting her eye over some case notes for an upcoming trial she’s involved in. The door to Louise’s office bursts open as an infuriated Shaznay bears down on her mother, almost cutting a trail of fire across the carpet as she does. “Darling, hi.” “Don’t mother, don’t play cutesy with me,” Shaznay snaps with ferocity as she slams the old photograph of Louise and Stuart down on her mother’s desk. “Shaz? What is it? What’s wrong?” Louise asks, sliding her glasses from the bridge of her nose and holding then holding them by the thin arms of the frame as she rests them against her lips. “You’re a bitch mother. You’re an absolute bitch!” Louise’s mouth falls open as she quickly jumps up from her seat. “I beg your pardon…” “You heard me. How could you do it? How could you lie to Leo for all these years?” “Shaznay? What the hell are you talking about?” Louise asks as she places her glasses down on her desk and leans forward pressing her hands against the polished top of her sprawling desk. “This mother,” Shaznay yells as she slides the photograph across Louise’s desk. “A photo of you and Stuart.” Reaching across her desk, Louise picks up the photograph and looks at it. Memories of the day when it was taken come flooding back to her. Memories of her passionate encounters with Stuart, memories of the child they conceived together. “Oh my, where’d you get this?” “Does it really matter where I got it? You’re pregnant in the photograph mother and its Leo isn’t it?” Louise looks up at her angered daughter in a numb silence. “I…um…” “Say it mother. For once stop being a gutless cow and tell me the truth.” “I don’t have to tell you anything,” Louise snaps as she glares across her office at her daughter. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you speak to me like that.” “Oh, what are you going to do mother? Send me to my room? You can’t do anything to me anymore, I’m not a little girl now,” Shaznay says provokingly as she rests against one of the black leather bound armchairs in front of Louise’s desk. “I’m so fed up with your shit mother. I’ve had enough.” “Why are you doing this Shaz? Why are you being so cruel to me?” “Because you lied to us mum, you made Leo think he was dad’s son…you made me think he was my brother.” “But he is your bloody brother,” Louise yells, growing increasingly irritated by Shaznay’s constant berating and cursing. “I don’t know what theories are in the head of yours, but I can assure you that Leo is your full blooded brother and he is Theo’s son.” Shaznay pauses. “I don’t believe you.” “Well I can’t exactly change your mind can I? But I know that what I’m saying is the truth. It’s not my fault you’re to pig headed to listen to the truth.” “Well explain the photo to me then,” Shaznay asks. Louise sighs as she leans against her desk. “It’s a photo of Stuart Goodwin and I…” “Yes,” Shaznay interrupts. “I know that much. I’m not stupid. But why are you with him mum? Why are you pregnant?” Louise sighs slightly as she looks at the old photograph in her hands. So many emotions are surging through her body. Stuart’s loving touch is as warm and intoxicating now as it was then and his tender kisses still make her quiver at the knees. “I um…” she begins, searching for the right words. “I was with Stuart many years ago.” “And you had his kid?” Shaznay asks. “No,” Louise replies in a soft tone, remembering the trauma and heartache she went through when she ended her pregnancy. “I was pregnant to Stuart. We were planning to be together, to start a family, even move to Paris…” Shaznay takes a couple of paces to her left and then takes a seat in the armchair she was just leaning against. “But your dad and I were still together and I loved him dearly. I loved him as much as I loved Stuart. But I knew in my heart that I couldn’t leave Theo, it wouldn’t be right. We were engaged and there were all these plans. The wedding invites had already gone out and everything. It was really full on.” “So?” Shaznay asks as she listens to her mother’s story intently. “What’d you do?” Louise pauses, bowing her head. “Oh mum,” Shaznay says stunned as she suddenly realises what her mother is trying to say. “You didn’t? Don’t tell me you terminated the pregnancy?” Louise sighs and nods her head as a single tear rolls down her cheek. “I…I ended the pregnancy in January. Not long after this photograph was taken.” Covering her mouth with her right hand, Shaznay sits listening to her mother’s heart wrenching story. Louise slowly raises her head and looks desperately at her daughter. Her teary eyes are bloodshot and glassy. “I never spoke to Stuart again; he couldn’t forgive me for what I had done. Your father had no idea, he never did. So, I went back to Theo and then I fell pregnant with Leo. He was born a couple of weeks prematurely and that was that. Stuart and I didn’t see each other again, until now.” Shaznay narrows her stare as a frown sits on her forehead. “Until now? Mum? You’re not…oh my God. You are! You’re having an affair with Stuart Goodwin.” “Shazzie it’s not…” “Oh my God mother,” Shaznay says as she jumps up from the seat in disgust. “Stuart’s married…Kate’s your best friend.” “Shazzie, please,” Louise begs as she reaches out for her daughter, gently holding her arm. “Don’t touch me,” Shaznay screams. “You’re disgusting. You’re breaking up a marriage. A solid, long lasting marriage. You disgust me!” “Shazzie…” “Don’t mother,” Shaznay snaps as she glares at her mother from a distance. “Don’t you dare call me that anymore.” “Shaz you’re my daughter. My heart and soul.” “No mother. Not anymore. What you’ve done…you’re doing is so disgusting, so horrible that as of now you have no daughter…and I no mother! I disown you mum, I never ever want to see your disgusting and sick face again!” Watching as Shaznay storms out of her office, Louise heart is shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Acidic tears roll down her cheeks as she wails out loud, buckling at the knees. Clutching to her desk, Louise struggles to stay standing as a wave of nausea crashes into her body. “Shaznay,” Louise wails as she breaks down in tears. “Shazzie.” – spencer street – Somerset General Hospital – Dr Megan Richardson’s Office, Somerset Sitting nervously in front of Dr Megan Richardson’s desk, Nicole wipes her sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans. Just sitting in front of a new doctor was daunting enough, but the burden of what she’s about to do added to Nicole’s stress levels. The soft humming of Dr Richardson’s computer drained out the occasional sound of the doctor turning the pages of Nicole’s medical file. “So, Nicole,” Dr Richardson begins as she sits behind her black desk, looking over Nicole’s notes. “You’re aware that your baby has Eighth Chromosome Syndrome?” “Yes,” Nicole replies in a soft tone as she slightly nods her head. “April…I mean Dr O’Connell told me all about it and what I have to decide.” “Oh, so you know all about possibilities of deformity…” “Yes, yes. I know it all already,” Nicole interrupts as she tries to speed up the inevitable. “I just wish April hadn’t have passed me off onto you.” Dr Richardson slowly closes Nicole’s file. Looking at the young Goodwin, Dr Richardson sighs. “You know why she did that Nicole; she explained it to you already.” “Yes but…” “There are no buts Nicole, it’s a conflict of interest for her to maintain you as her patient. She wouldn’t have been able to keep her personal and professional opinions separate. It’s just simply not possible.” “But that’s just it,” Nicole says as she shifts in her seat. “She could’ve kept me on because I’ve already made my decision.” Dr Richardson looks at Nicole, surprised that the mother-to-be has made her decision about her baby’s future so soon. “Oh…so you’ve already decided what you’re going to do?” “That’s what I just said isn’t it?” “Yes, of course,” Dr Richardson begins. “I’m just a little surprised that you’ve made your decision so soon.” Nicole lowers her head and looks at her perfectly manicured hands. Nervously, she begins to pick at her cuticles. “Are you going to tell me what you’ve decided to do?” Nicole raises her head. Her heart was racing in the base of her throat. She knew what she had to do; she knew what she wanted to do. She didn’t want a disabled child. She would have to devote so much time, care and attention to it. Why couldn’t she have just had a normal child? A regular child? “Yes,” Nicole replies nervously as her nervousness beginning to show through. “I want an abortion. I want you to terminate my pregnancy.” Dr Richardson re-opens Nicole’s medical records as she reaches across her desk and picks a pen from her titanium pen holder. “Aren’t you going to try and talk me out of it or something? I mean you’re a doctor, you’re supposed to talk me into doing the right thing.” Dr Richardson looks up at Nicole. “The right thing? There is no right or wrong in this case Nicole, but there are personal opinions. I’m not going to talk you out of having an abortion; you’ve obviously made your decision. This termination is what you want, isn’t it?” Nicole pauses. Was it? She’d always wanted a child. Something that she could totally devote all her love to, something that would love her unconditionally no matter what mistakes she made. But she didn’t want a disabled child. She knew that was a selfish attitude to take, but she was only being honest with herself. “Nicole, you have talked this through with the baby’s father?” “No,” Nicole replies in a quiet whisper. “I don’t want him to know about me or about our baby. I don’t want to ruin his life. He has it all in the UK and if I come in and tell him I’m pregnant with a retarded child, then it’s going to completely ruin his life.” Dr Richardson puts down her pen and leans back in her chair, holding her hands together and pointing both index fingers, resting them just under her nose. “We don’t know if your child is retarded Nicole, you shouldn’t go around saying things like that. But I really think the dad needs to know. I think you should…” “No!” Nicole snaps. “I don’t want him to know. Just please book me in for a termination. I’m begging you, Dr Richardson. Please.” Dr Richardson sits in silence. “Please, I’m begging you.” Sighing, Dr Richardson nods her head. “Okay, I’ll schedule you in for a termination as soon as I can.” – spencer street – The Austral Hotel, Spencer Street Pushing open the old wooden doors to the popular pub, a frazzled Amy smiles at Calvin as she makes her way through the bar towards Brock, who is sitting at a table at the far end of the pub. “Hey gorgeous,” Brock says with a smile as he rises from his seat and greets Amy with a tender and passionate kiss on the lips. “Had a good day so far?” “Oh,” Amy sighs wearily as she places her purse under the table and takes a seat. “It’s been…interesting to say the least. But how’s your day?” “Oh I can’t complain,” Brock says with a smile as he resumes his seat. “Are you hungry?” “Ah…no not right now, thanks honey. I’m just glad that we’ve both finally got the same lunchtime off that we can spend it together.” “Yeah,” Brock says as he kisses Amy’s hand. “Me too. Drink?” “Ah…just a cabaret Shiraz, thanks.” Smiling, Brock rises from his seat and begins to head towards the bar, leaving Amy at the table. As the hunky detective heads towards Calvin to order his and Amy’s drinks, the door to the bar swings open. Looking at the woman entering the hotel, Brock suddenly loses all colour in his face. “Charlotte,” he says under his breath. “Hey,” Calvin says cheerily as he approaches Brock from behind the bar. “What can I get for you and Amy?” “Sorry?” Brock says turning back to face Calvin. “What can I get you?” “Oh…um…two cabaret Shiraz’s, thanks Calvin.” “Coming right up.” With Calvin off getting Brock and Amy’s drinks, Brock stands watching Charlotte as she walks over and takes a seat at a vacant table. With the photograph of Cassie and Harry in his back pocket, Brock wonders if he should approach her or not. As he begins to walk towards Charlotte, Brock quickly glances back at Amy. Noticing she’s talking on her cell phone, Brock looks back at Charlotte. “Excuse me,” Brock says as he approaches the psychotic woman. “Charlotte Beaumont?” “Yes?” Charlotte says a little hesitant as she turns and looks at the strapping detective. Looking into his deep hazel eyes, Charlotte’s heart skips a beat. “Hi ma’am, I’m Brock Cooper, do you mind if we have a chat?” Charlotte looks at Brock, a little unsure of what to make of this stranger. “Um…sure, okay. Please, take a seat.” As Brock makes his way around to the other side of Charlotte’s table, he notices a small birthmark near her elbow. Turning in her seat, Amy looks down the bar searching for Brock. Spotting him sitting with Charlotte – a woman she doesn’t know – Amy narrows her stare as she becomes increasingly jealous. – spencer street – Delilah Café, Spencer Street “So, you burnt his clothes?” a surprised Margot says with a chuckle as she sits opposite Kate at a table in Delilah Café, sipping her coffee. Kate sighs. “Childish isn’t it?” “Oh no, I think it’s quite brave and not to mention hilarious! And besides, it sounds like Stuart deserves everything he gets, but that’s just my honest opinion of course.” Kate smiles as she reaches across the table and places her hand on Margot’s. “Thanks for your support. It really means a lot. I just don’t know what to do next.” “Well,” Margot begins. “Can you forgive Stuart for what he has done?” Kate sits in silence as she ponders Margot’s question. Could she forgive Stuart? “I…um…I’m not sure.” “Well, I’m sure you know what’s best,” Margot says as she slides off her seat and rises, holding her mug. “I think you know what you have to do Kate; you know in your heart, your soul what is right. What you must do.” Kate smiles as she lowers her head. With a pause Kate takes a few calming deep breaths. As Margot heads back towards the café counter, Kate sits in silence, pondering over what’s the best thing to do about her marriage to Stuart. With a sigh, she rises from her seat and leaves Delilah Café. – spencer street – Miller Incorporated – Jack’s Office, Somerset “Hey,” Leo says with a smile as he opens the large wooden door to Jack’s office. “Leo,” Jack says, surprised to see his friend. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school or something?” “Ah, I’ve got four free periods.” Jack looks down at a large folder sitting open on his desk in front of him. Leo quietly closes the door behind him and walks towards Jack’s desk. “If you’re busy I can come back?” “Oh,” Jack begins as he looks up at Leo, “Don’t be stupid. I’m just finishing up here. Take a seat.” Leo takes a few paces forward and then sits in one of the two leather-covered chairs in front of Jack’s desk. Jack’s large desk is stacked with the latest quarterly sales of Miller Incorporated and the piles of statistics and figures continues with two piles of files on the floor next to Jack’s desk. The large penthouse office has spectacular views of central Somerset right across to the rolling Somerset ranges. “So,” Jack begins as he flips the file closed. “What’d you want to see me about?” “Um…Chloe,” Leo replies as he looks away from Jack, uncomfortable talking about Jack and Chloe being a couple when he only kissed Chloe goodbye a few days ago. “I was thinking about what we were talking about in the pub last night…” “And?” “And if you’re really in love with this woman, this mystery woman who has captivated your heart, then I think the only decent thing to do is tell Chloe that your relationship is over. I mean long distance relationships are hard at the best of times, but now you’ve got feelings for someone else…” Jack leans back in his comfortable office chair and takes a deep breath as he rests his arms behind his head. “Is there something you’re not telling me Leo?” “No,” the high school teacher replies quickly as he avoids eye contact with the powerful CEO. “Why would you think that?” “Oh you just seem so keen on Chloe and I splitting up, that’s all.” “No, Jack. It’s not that. I just don’t want to see Chloe get hurt, y’know. She’s my sister’s best friend. I’m protective of Chloe as much as I am Shaz.” Jack smiles. “That’s a very admirable quality you have there mate, something you should be really proud of. But I guess your right…” Jack leans forward in his seat. “I guess breaking it off with Chloe is the only thing I can do.” Leo smiles, realising that the path is now clear for him to pursue a relationship with Chloe. – spencer street – The Austral Hotel, Spencer Street “So you know Harry McLeod?” Brock says as he stares into Charlotte’s eyes as she sits across from him at the small table. “Yes, like I’ve said. We’ve known each other for a few years. Reaching into the pocket in his jeans, Brock slides out the photograph of Charlotte and Harry. “Does this photograph belong to you?” Brock asks as he slides the photo across the table towards Charlotte. Charlotte’s heart begins to thump violently in her chest. The photograph was the one that had fallen out of her bag when she was fleeing the scene of Raul’s murder. [Flashback] So, where are you from?” the foreign taxi driver asks as he looks in his mirror at Charlotte. “Piccadilly,” Charlotte replies with a tone of annoyance. “Oh…Piccadilly. Say, you would’ve been there when there was that murder, huh?” Charlotte’s face is suddenly flushed of its entire colour. As the palms of her hands became clammy, she looked at the taxi driver’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Murder?” “Yeah, the mayor’s murder,” the driver replies as the taxi turns a corner. “He and his wife were found dead yesterday. They think it was his mistress.” Charlotte doesn’t reply. Sitting in silence, Charlotte switches her attention to what’s outside. ~~~~~~~~~~ The driver pulls into the Somerset Springs Conservation Park and stops the taxi. Charlotte quickly picks up the gun and slides it into her purse. Opening her taxi door, she exits the taxi and pulls a cigarette out of her purse. Walking around to the driver’s window, she smiles at him. “Have a light?” The driver nods. Turning away from Charlotte, ho opens the glove box. Pulling the gun from her purse, Charlotte takes aim at the driver and fires. The sudden bang echoes around the silent swamp. Native birds suddenly fly from the trees. The gunshot is instantly followed with the windscreen of the taxi being splattered with blood inside. “We all have our secrets,” Charlotte says to herself as she opens the driver’s door and takes the keys from the ignition. Walking around to the trunk, Charlotte opens it and removes all of her luggage. Spotting a reel of tubing in the trunk, Charlotte takes it and slams the trunk shut. ~~~~~~~~~~ The eerie calm of the swamp begins to make Charlotte nervous. Looking at the bloodied interior of the taxi, Charlotte stares at the dead taxi driver. Looking over at the fuel tank, Charlotte checks to see if the petrol is being siphoned correctly. Noticing the floor of the taxi is now soaked with fuel, she walks over and pulls the tubing out of the petrol tank. Throwing the tubing into the taxi, Charlotte leans over the dead taxi driver and opens the glove box. Taking his lighter, she slams the door shut. Walking over to a nearby tree, she collects some fallen leaves. The dry leaves are brittle. Carrying them over to the taxi, Charlotte begins to pile them under the rear tire, next to the fuel tank. Taking the lighter, she lights a leaf and places it on top of the others. Watching the other leaves begin to burn, Charlotte stands up and places the lighter into her pocket. Walking away from the taxi, Charlotte picks up her luggage and heads out of the park. As the fire begins to lick at the tires, it soon begins to dance up along the burning rubber. Suddenly the bloodied taxi explodes in a massive fireball as native birds flee the nearby trees, screeching and squawking. Charlotte stops in her tracks when she hears the large explosion. As a smile creeps along her face, she resumes walking. [End Flashback] “Um…I’m sorry, I have no recollection of that photograph,” Charlotte says hurriedly as she reaches across the seat next to her and grabs her purse. Brock watches on intently as a frazzled and scared Charlotte quickly collects her belongings together and rises from the table. “I’m sorry,” she says as she slides on a pair on sunglasses. “I really have to go. Excuse me.” As Charlotte rushes out of the hotel, Brock sits at the small table. Deep in thought, he taps his index finger against the photograph, realising that Charlotte is hiding a lot more than he’s lead to believe and that she may hold the key to solving Raul’s case. – spencer street – Spencer Street, Somerset Walking down the tree-lined street on her way home for a quick lunch during her lunch period at school, Miranda is oblivious to who is around her as she bops away to the music being pumped out of her small ipod. Crossing the street, Miranda looks up and notices Luke. [Flashback] Lying naked on the hotel bed, Miranda looks up into Luke’s eyes. The intoxicated young male slowly slides himself on top of Miranda, their faces just millimetres away from each other. Their warm breath mixes together with every deep, nervous breath they took. Stroking Miranda’s golden locks, Luke stares into her warm gaze. Tenderly kissing her neck, Luke glides the tips of his fingers across Miranda’s breasts. The ticklish touch sends Miranda’s body into a tailspin. Sliding his hand down over Miranda’s bare skin, Luke continues to slide his hand lower and lower. [End Flashback] Quickly looking away from Luke, slightly embarrassed and very uncomfortable after their intimate encounter, Miranda begins to head up the Hudson driveway. – spencer street – The Hudson Residence, 21 Spencer Street “Mom, I’m home,” Miranda calls as she throws her backpack down onto the floor as she slams the front door behind her. Switching her iPod off, Miranda stands in the hallway of the Hudson home, struck by the eerie calm and silence. Something wasn’t right. The house was too calm, too eerie, and too quiet. “Ma? You home?” Rushing upstairs, Miranda’s heart begins to beat uncontrollably as horrible thoughts begin to pollute her mind. Thoughts of Georgia lying dead in the bathtub after having committed suicide to end her pain or lying dead in the backyard having been murdered by an intruder. “Ma?” Miranda frantically called again. Racing down the upstairs hallway, Miranda notices the door to her parent’s bedroom slightly ajar. Those polluted thoughts, horrible, scary and disturbing thoughts crashed into her body once more. Swinging open the door in a frantic rush, Miranda’s suddenly relieved to find her mother sleeping. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slowly retreats from the bedroom and closes the door behind her. – spencer street – The Goodwin Residence, 23 Spencer Street Arriving home, Kate closes the front door behind her with a thud. Standing in the hallway of her home alone, Kate stares at the photograph of the Goodwin family, the same one she was staring at last night. Sighing, Kate takes a step forward and lifts the portrait off the wall. Throwing it across the hallway, it falls to the floor in a thunderous crash. The pane of glass cracks and shatters as the gold frame crashes into the ground. Millions of tiny shreds of glass splinter across the floor as the photograph slides across the glass-covered ground, coming to a sudden stop. Walking down the hallway towards the telephone, Kate’s shoes crunch against the glass splinters on the floorboard covered floor. Picking up the telephone receiver and holding it to her ear, Kate dials a number. “Hello James? Yes, hi, Kate Goodwin here. Look, I need your help. I need to file for divorce.” Take my photo off the wall If it just won't sing for you 'Cause all that's left has gone away And there's nothing there for you to prove Oh, look what you've done You've made a fool of everyone Oh well, it seems likes such fun Until you lose what you had won Give me back my point of view 'Cause I just can't think for you I can hardly hear you say What should I do, well you choose Oh, look what you've done You've made a fool of everyone Oh well, it seems likes such fun Until you lose what you had won Oh, look what you've done You've made a fool of everyone A fool of everyone A fool of everyone Take my photo off the wall If it just won't sing for you 'Cause all that's left has gone away And there's nothing there for you to do Oh, look what you've done You've made a fool of everyone Oh well, it seems likes such fun Until you lose what you had won Oh, look what you've done You've made a fool of everyone A fool of everyone A fool of everyone |