Post by Bella Principessa on Jan 4, 2019 14:10:16 GMT -5
A/N: MUST READ
Before I even get into the plot, this will contain some adult themes that might upset some people.
If any of those things upset you, turn around now.
If you're still here, awesome. I think you are in for one hell of a ride. This is set RIGHT after Erica finds out that Bianca didn't have her abortion. It's the same general setup, but I'm taking some of my own creative liberties and there will be NO baby swap. You will find out who the father is (you'll know what that means in like 2 chapters) but not until we near the end as it's not crucial to the story. This is Erica centric, though, you will find appearance's from most of PV. Erica is my Queen and I only do this because someone needed to all those years ago. My rule has always been if I can see her/them in my head, then it's in character.
I'd call this definite David/Erica/Jack piece. I'd also advise you to watch the David/Erica/Bianca scene at her penthouse after Thanksgiving 2003, because it's going to play a pivotal role in this.
Alright, and now on with the show...
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Chapter 1
“If you and Bianca would have told the truth from the start, none of this would be happening.”
“If you wouldn’t have been so insistent that I have DNA test, none of this would have happened,” Kendall shouted back, as she chased behind Ryan.
Despite it being a gorgeous day, Memorial Park was quiet, almost eerily so, and would make their search far easier.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” He was shouting, eyes in front of him as he scanned the empty spaces of the park. “We have to focus and find your Mother.”
“Why is everyone so concerned about what Erica is or isn’t doing?” Kendall hissed, “It’s not our fault she has unresolved issues of her own and can’t deal with Bianca’s choice.”
“She’s not alright, Kendall. Anyone who saw her leave the courthouse knows that.”
“I was focused on my sister, where we should all be focused right now. Let Erica have her pity party. Bianca needs me.”
“Bianca is fine,” He told her, as they neared the end of the Memorial Park and headed toward the cemetery.
“The entire town is out looking for her when we should be focused on Bianca.”
He nodded, not really paying attention any longer. If she had seen the look on Erica’s face after the reveal. The blank stare in her eyes. The complete lack of emotion that washed over her, she would agree with him. She would understand why Jack was so worried, why he’d asked them to do this.
Erica wasn’t answering her phone. She wasn’t at Enchantment or the penthouse. Her car was in the driveway, though, which meant wherever she’d gone, she’d gone on foot.
It was going to be dark soon, and while everyone knew that Erica Kane could handle herself, they still wanted to find her; get her home before she injured herself or did something she would surely regret.
“She’s probably just crying to Mona,” Kendall scoffed, done with the whole thing. If Erica wanted to throw a tantrum, she would and there was nothing anyone could do. They should just let her be and stop giving her the attention that she was desperate for.
Ryan ground to a stop, and whipped around to face her. “You’re a genius,” He offered, “I know where she is.”
He was walking again before she could speak. They’d just crossed the edge of the park and were in the cemetery. They were going to Mona’s grave.
They both spotted her before they could even fully see the grave and it was a sight neither of them expected.
There was Erica Kane, passed out on her back, a bottle resting to her left.
“Jesus, Erica…” Ryan was saying as they made their way to her.
“Oh my god, Mom….” Kendall cried despite herself.
Ryan was already on the ground next to Erica, checking her vitals.
Kendall picked up the bottle. “She’s drunk.” It was part statement, part question. She’d come up with a million possible things that Erica was off doing, and this wasn’t one of them. Erica’s sobriety was so important to her that they all believed she would never drink. And now here she was, an empty bottle of Vodka at her side as she laid unconscious at the foot of Mona’s grave.
Ryan nodded. “She’s breathing, that’s a good sign and it doesn’t look like she’s vomited.” He was saying her name, touching her cheek, trying to get any kind of response out of her.
“The bottle is empty,” She was shaking her head as she looked down at Erica, “She’s only been out here less than an hour.”
Ryan nodded, understanding the situation. She was to petite to have ingested that much alcohol in such a short amount of time, and the effects could be dire. “I don’t want to wait for an ambulance.”
Kendall nodded, watching as Ryan moved to pick up Erica. Ryan settled Erica’s limp frame into his arms, and started for their car. Nothing in any of this thoughts had prepared him for this.
Jack had warned that she wasn’t herself. That she was falling apart and wasn’t thinking clearly. He was worried she might do something rash; something she couldn’t take back. And he had been right.
All he could hope now was that they weren’t to late.
To be continued
Before I even get into the plot, this will contain some adult themes that might upset some people.
- There will be drinking while pregnant.
- Some talk/thoughts of suicide.
- And some conversations around unwanted pregnancy, sex, rape, etc..
If any of those things upset you, turn around now.
If you're still here, awesome. I think you are in for one hell of a ride. This is set RIGHT after Erica finds out that Bianca didn't have her abortion. It's the same general setup, but I'm taking some of my own creative liberties and there will be NO baby swap. You will find out who the father is (you'll know what that means in like 2 chapters) but not until we near the end as it's not crucial to the story. This is Erica centric, though, you will find appearance's from most of PV. Erica is my Queen and I only do this because someone needed to all those years ago. My rule has always been if I can see her/them in my head, then it's in character.
I'd call this definite David/Erica/Jack piece. I'd also advise you to watch the David/Erica/Bianca scene at her penthouse after Thanksgiving 2003, because it's going to play a pivotal role in this.
Alright, and now on with the show...
_______________________________________________________________________
Chapter 1
“If you and Bianca would have told the truth from the start, none of this would be happening.”
“If you wouldn’t have been so insistent that I have DNA test, none of this would have happened,” Kendall shouted back, as she chased behind Ryan.
Despite it being a gorgeous day, Memorial Park was quiet, almost eerily so, and would make their search far easier.
“I can’t keep doing this with you,” He was shouting, eyes in front of him as he scanned the empty spaces of the park. “We have to focus and find your Mother.”
“Why is everyone so concerned about what Erica is or isn’t doing?” Kendall hissed, “It’s not our fault she has unresolved issues of her own and can’t deal with Bianca’s choice.”
“She’s not alright, Kendall. Anyone who saw her leave the courthouse knows that.”
“I was focused on my sister, where we should all be focused right now. Let Erica have her pity party. Bianca needs me.”
“Bianca is fine,” He told her, as they neared the end of the Memorial Park and headed toward the cemetery.
“The entire town is out looking for her when we should be focused on Bianca.”
He nodded, not really paying attention any longer. If she had seen the look on Erica’s face after the reveal. The blank stare in her eyes. The complete lack of emotion that washed over her, she would agree with him. She would understand why Jack was so worried, why he’d asked them to do this.
Erica wasn’t answering her phone. She wasn’t at Enchantment or the penthouse. Her car was in the driveway, though, which meant wherever she’d gone, she’d gone on foot.
It was going to be dark soon, and while everyone knew that Erica Kane could handle herself, they still wanted to find her; get her home before she injured herself or did something she would surely regret.
“She’s probably just crying to Mona,” Kendall scoffed, done with the whole thing. If Erica wanted to throw a tantrum, she would and there was nothing anyone could do. They should just let her be and stop giving her the attention that she was desperate for.
Ryan ground to a stop, and whipped around to face her. “You’re a genius,” He offered, “I know where she is.”
He was walking again before she could speak. They’d just crossed the edge of the park and were in the cemetery. They were going to Mona’s grave.
They both spotted her before they could even fully see the grave and it was a sight neither of them expected.
There was Erica Kane, passed out on her back, a bottle resting to her left.
“Jesus, Erica…” Ryan was saying as they made their way to her.
“Oh my god, Mom….” Kendall cried despite herself.
Ryan was already on the ground next to Erica, checking her vitals.
Kendall picked up the bottle. “She’s drunk.” It was part statement, part question. She’d come up with a million possible things that Erica was off doing, and this wasn’t one of them. Erica’s sobriety was so important to her that they all believed she would never drink. And now here she was, an empty bottle of Vodka at her side as she laid unconscious at the foot of Mona’s grave.
Ryan nodded. “She’s breathing, that’s a good sign and it doesn’t look like she’s vomited.” He was saying her name, touching her cheek, trying to get any kind of response out of her.
“The bottle is empty,” She was shaking her head as she looked down at Erica, “She’s only been out here less than an hour.”
Ryan nodded, understanding the situation. She was to petite to have ingested that much alcohol in such a short amount of time, and the effects could be dire. “I don’t want to wait for an ambulance.”
Kendall nodded, watching as Ryan moved to pick up Erica. Ryan settled Erica’s limp frame into his arms, and started for their car. Nothing in any of this thoughts had prepared him for this.
Jack had warned that she wasn’t herself. That she was falling apart and wasn’t thinking clearly. He was worried she might do something rash; something she couldn’t take back. And he had been right.
All he could hope now was that they weren’t to late.
To be continued