Lola barely felt their presense as they lifted her from the kitchen floor and into the bathroom. She hardly cared that her nakedness was laid before them as they lowered her in the tub. It was her mother's sweet humming that roused her out of her comatose state and back into reality.
"Mom..." she whispered faintly.
"I'm here, sweet baby," she returned to her hum, and gently stroked Lola's hair with a washclothe.
Lola closed her eyes again, and felt the warm water on her skin and the sweet smell of lavender soap.
"I thought lavender would be...I picked it up at the spa...I used the gift certificate you and Kyle..." her mother trailed off. "Oh, Lola, why didn't you call? I would've come sooner. You are not alone, sweetie, you are not alone. You should've called," she sighed. "I had to come check, and I found you, laying there pale as a sheet! Your father helped me get you in here...he's not here now, he's left to pick up food. It looks like you haven't eaten in days...you have to think of the baby, even though it's hard."
Lola's hand trailed to her stomach, and a tear escaped.
"You can't live like this, Lola. I know you blame yourself for the accident, but it wasn't your fault. Kyle is gone, but you have to stay alive, please."
This story has been trying to get out ever since I started it, and I'm glad I finally stopped waiting for the perfect prompt! The perfect prompt, haha. If you would like to read where it started,
here is Part 1 and Part 2.
So thank you for reading it, and visiting for a moment! I hoped you enjoyed it!
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Stacie D
