Happy New an everyone :DDDDDDDD
I hope 2010 will bring us many many many Huli moments to squeel over :D
First, I bet, Ausiello's interview (if he gets to do one :P)
Anway... I'm looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to this Hutastic an :D
Oh... and I hate doing this to you... I've been trying to put this off... Didn't want to give toi this chapter on the New Year's eve....
So....
Here, 2nd of January isn't something significant, I hope :P
And thank toi again, for your reviews :D
And sticking up to my story even though it's LoOong :P
:D
I hope I won't regret wanting to experiment with the length of it :)
l’amour toi sinners, and oh!
Only 6 plus to 666 ;D
Chapter 20: Weak
A mois and a week later
Hugh had been awaken par the sound of his phone. His stomach churned instantly though he didn't know why. He had a strange feeling he couldn't quite register. He looked at the clock, it was 1-10 am.
He couldn't find any strength to reach the phone so he let it ring. He was just too tired to do anything.
The phone stopped ringing and in a minute, it started ringing again. This had started to resemble some nights before, the nights he spent staring at the ceiling letting the phone ring as he couldn't and wouldn't answer the calls.
He knew he was a wuss, he knew he was the worst man ever. He had failed his life. He had failed his wife. He had failed his kids. And while his wife was saying nothing about it, his kids sure hadn't kept their mouth shot.
After the fourth missed call, Hugh got up and checked who was calling. It had been Charles. All four times. He looked at the clock again. It was 1-29 am. That meant it was 5-29 pm in Los Angeles. HE pinched the bridge of his nose. Hugh knew there was only one thing that would make Charles call his father.
Charles made it very clear the last time they spoke that he wasn't going to call him anymore unless it was about Lisa finally having the twins. Charles had a dit Hugh had let his family down. That it had been so typical of him.
He had been too scared, too thoughtless and he escaped. Only this time, not just metaphorically.
He'd fled US and found refuge in London.
Hugh couldn't forget Billy's last words to him “If toi leave Lisa, if toi leave us, you're dead for me”
And those words hadn't succeeded in keeping him par their side.
Becca had been the only one to stay in contact with Hugh. She would, from time to time, text him with what was going on. She had always been daddy's little girl. Except, she wasn't that little anymore. She was nineteen and looking like it.
Hugh hadn't spoken to Lisa since the night she'd found him packing his stuff in a suitcase. She was devastated, crying hysterically, which, Hugh never ever seen her do before. She had never been someone who cried over things. And yet, she had cried the night he'd walked away from her, from them, from his life. What was that telling him?
Hugh picked the phone and dialed Charles number.
As he waited for his eldest son to pick up the phone, Hugh remembered what the producers had been like once he'd told he was leaving, for what time, he hadn't known.
They had been, furious and shocked. They hadn't really known what could have happened that big, to trigger Hugh into leaving.
Although, he hadn't left for good. He'd promised to get back on the montrer in few months. The writers had come up with a plot for House eventually that let them escape canceling the show.
“Charles?” Hugh almost couldn't recognize his voice as he spoke
“Yeah...” Charles a dit on the other side of the line, somewhat cheerfully.
“What's...” Hugh paused unsure of what to say, ou what to ask “...going on?” he finished with a sigh.
“I became a brother again!” Charles laughed a bit “The twins are healthy and beautiful.” but ended with a, Hugh believed, disappointed voice.
“Oh, are they?” Hugh asked somewhat flatly.
“Yeah, Annabelle and Hannah, I thought toi should know” Charles finished the conversation and as he did, Hugh put the phone down and got back to bed.
The moment his head hit the pillows, was the moment Hugh's eyes filled with tears.
*Hilly's eyes fill with tears as well*
I'm such a DAVID SHORE!!! *cries*
Oh, and would anyone who happens to be present on the Huli spot the moment we hit 666 fans, please make a picture of it, and post it?
I want to have it in store and grin every time I see it :DDDD
Anyway, feedback is always amazing :))))
l’amour you
<3
(:C
I hope 2010 will bring us many many many Huli moments to squeel over :D
First, I bet, Ausiello's interview (if he gets to do one :P)
Anway... I'm looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to this Hutastic an :D
Oh... and I hate doing this to you... I've been trying to put this off... Didn't want to give toi this chapter on the New Year's eve....
So....
Here, 2nd of January isn't something significant, I hope :P
And thank toi again, for your reviews :D
And sticking up to my story even though it's LoOong :P
:D
I hope I won't regret wanting to experiment with the length of it :)
l’amour toi sinners, and oh!
Only 6 plus to 666 ;D
Chapter 20: Weak
A mois and a week later
Hugh had been awaken par the sound of his phone. His stomach churned instantly though he didn't know why. He had a strange feeling he couldn't quite register. He looked at the clock, it was 1-10 am.
He couldn't find any strength to reach the phone so he let it ring. He was just too tired to do anything.
The phone stopped ringing and in a minute, it started ringing again. This had started to resemble some nights before, the nights he spent staring at the ceiling letting the phone ring as he couldn't and wouldn't answer the calls.
He knew he was a wuss, he knew he was the worst man ever. He had failed his life. He had failed his wife. He had failed his kids. And while his wife was saying nothing about it, his kids sure hadn't kept their mouth shot.
After the fourth missed call, Hugh got up and checked who was calling. It had been Charles. All four times. He looked at the clock again. It was 1-29 am. That meant it was 5-29 pm in Los Angeles. HE pinched the bridge of his nose. Hugh knew there was only one thing that would make Charles call his father.
Charles made it very clear the last time they spoke that he wasn't going to call him anymore unless it was about Lisa finally having the twins. Charles had a dit Hugh had let his family down. That it had been so typical of him.
He had been too scared, too thoughtless and he escaped. Only this time, not just metaphorically.
He'd fled US and found refuge in London.
Hugh couldn't forget Billy's last words to him “If toi leave Lisa, if toi leave us, you're dead for me”
And those words hadn't succeeded in keeping him par their side.
Becca had been the only one to stay in contact with Hugh. She would, from time to time, text him with what was going on. She had always been daddy's little girl. Except, she wasn't that little anymore. She was nineteen and looking like it.
Hugh hadn't spoken to Lisa since the night she'd found him packing his stuff in a suitcase. She was devastated, crying hysterically, which, Hugh never ever seen her do before. She had never been someone who cried over things. And yet, she had cried the night he'd walked away from her, from them, from his life. What was that telling him?
Hugh picked the phone and dialed Charles number.
As he waited for his eldest son to pick up the phone, Hugh remembered what the producers had been like once he'd told he was leaving, for what time, he hadn't known.
They had been, furious and shocked. They hadn't really known what could have happened that big, to trigger Hugh into leaving.
Although, he hadn't left for good. He'd promised to get back on the montrer in few months. The writers had come up with a plot for House eventually that let them escape canceling the show.
“Charles?” Hugh almost couldn't recognize his voice as he spoke
“Yeah...” Charles a dit on the other side of the line, somewhat cheerfully.
“What's...” Hugh paused unsure of what to say, ou what to ask “...going on?” he finished with a sigh.
“I became a brother again!” Charles laughed a bit “The twins are healthy and beautiful.” but ended with a, Hugh believed, disappointed voice.
“Oh, are they?” Hugh asked somewhat flatly.
“Yeah, Annabelle and Hannah, I thought toi should know” Charles finished the conversation and as he did, Hugh put the phone down and got back to bed.
The moment his head hit the pillows, was the moment Hugh's eyes filled with tears.
*Hilly's eyes fill with tears as well*
I'm such a DAVID SHORE!!! *cries*
Oh, and would anyone who happens to be present on the Huli spot the moment we hit 666 fans, please make a picture of it, and post it?
I want to have it in store and grin every time I see it :DDDD
Anyway, feedback is always amazing :))))
l’amour you
<3
(:C
