Loving Michelle by Carla Chapter 23

Republisher’s Note: Danny tries to tell Michelle the news.

Loving Michelle by Carla – Chapter 23

Danny listened to Michelle’s voice tell the unknown caller to leave a message and groaned. Damn. He really wanted to talk to her and tell her of his discovery. He needed to tell her that they could be together now and as soon as he confronted Amelia with her lies, he would be on the next plane to Springfield.

He swore under his breath as he hung up the phone. It looked like he was going to have to surprise her in person with the news. He grinned at the thought of being back with Michelle again for the rest of his life. Nothing would make him happier and that was all he had asked out of life. Just the chance to be loving Michelle.

He walked swiftly back to Amelia’s room to see if she had awakened yet so he could expedite his trip home and his life with Michelle. Maybe Amelia had regained consciousness in his brief absence. He picked up the pace with the renewed hope of finding her lucid upon his return.

His wish, however, was not granted and it was back to playing the waiting game, he thought as he sat down in the chair that faced Amelia’s bed.

Things were not going to go well for Amelia when she did wake up as Danny’s anger was intensifying with each minute that he was forced to wait to begin his life with Michelle. He impatiently tapped his fingers on his thigh as he sat waiting for what seemed like an eternity. He nearly jumped out of his skin, however, when he saw her eyelids first flicker and then her eyes completely open and make direct contact with his.


Michelle stood in the doctor’s bathroom and washed her face and eyes and tried to make herself presentable. Her nose and eyes were red from the shed tears and she didn’t want to greet little Courtney’s parents with red eyes.

She had to tell the Taylor family that their little girl had lost her fight. She had fought hard for three days but just like Will, her body was just not developed enough to survive in this world.

“Here’s a playmate for you Will,” she whispered. The tiny little girl with the cherub face and the slight dusting of red hair had been called up to heaven just as her son had and now she had the task of trying to form the words of comfort for the parents of heaven’s newest angel.

She shed fresh tears and had to wash her face again. She didn’t know if she could do it. No amount of comforting words or thoughts was going to erase the heart wrenching pain that this young couple was going to do through.

Would their marriage survive this devastating event as hers and Danny’s hadn’t? Did this young couple love each other enough to get through this pain? She hoped and prayed that they would be able to find in each other the love and support that they both would need in the upcoming weeks and months. She would give them the card of the grief counselor at Cedars and then hope that they would survive this catastrophic event, as she hadn’t been able to.

She towel dried her face and reapplied some blush to give some color to her ashen face. She took several deep breaths and then went out to find the parents of the darling little girl to tell them the news that would totally destroy their world.


The first thing Amelia saw when she awoke was Danny hovering above her bedside. She had to fight to hold in a smirk at the sight of the look on his face. He was worried about her. Her plan was working if the look on his face was anything to go by.

She adjusted her eyes to the light and as he became more into focus she could see that she had misjudged the expression on his face. He didn’t look happy. Not at all.

It had worked. Her plan had worked like the proverbial charm. She had snared him with the faked depression routine and now he was all hers. One day she would make him forget what he was giving up and Michelle would be a distant memory and she and Danny would have the life that they deserved. The one that they were supposed to have.

Finally, her eyes adjusted completely to the light and what she saw make her skin crawl. He didn’t look concerned or worried at all. He looked mad. He looked mad as hell.

She had to get the upper hand and quick. “Hi Danny,” she said with her most pathetic sounding voice.

“Amelia,” he acknowledged his voice void of emotion.

“How long was I sleeping?” she asked.

“Couple of hours,” he answered.

“How many hours?” came her reply.

“Well, Amelia, that depends,” he said.

“On what Danny?” she said sheepishly.

“On how many of those damn sleeping pills you swallowed,” he said and watched her as she blanched.

Her expression changed so fast that it would have been comical under different circumstances but there was not one damn thing funny about this situation and now was the time to lay it all on the line.

Amelia regained her composure quickly though Danny noted. He had to give her that. She was wasting her talents here in Springfield he mused. She could be making a bloody fortune out in Hollywood with the performance she was turning in. Too bad for her that she had never pursued that line of work. It would have been better for her if she had. Much much better.

“I don’t know what you are talking about Danny,” she lied.

“Look Amelia,” Danny said, “I don’t care about the sleeping pills. I know you were only using them to make yourself appear depressed to me. I don’t give a damn about that but these pills here,” he said and opened his hand to show her the half empty pink oval package ” are another story entirely.”

Even Amelia’s Emmy worthy acting couldn’t cover up her web of lies now and it showed on her face. She was caught.

What in the hell was she going to do now? Crying would only piss him off and trying to explain her selfish actions would fare no better. She had to get the upper hand somehow and she had to do it quickly.

“Where did you get those?” she asked in a deceptively calm voice. She had only one shot at this and she had better make it work.

“Out of your purse when it fell over in the Trauma room. I was picking up your things to bring up here when I dropped it and they fell out. You’ve been taking these pills for a while and yet you have the audacity to try and get me back with a faked pregnancy. You knew there was no way in hell that you were pregnant, yet you used it to come between Michelle and myself. After what happened with Will, how dare you use a pretend baby to keep me under your thumb?” he said just below shouting level. He had to remember he was in a hospital or else he would have the whole staff coming down on him.

“How could you stoop this low?” he continued. “And if that wasn’t enough, you faked depression to keep me tied to you also. How long were you going to play on my guilt over this Amelia? Huh? How long? All my stinking life? You beat everything you know that. You take pills to prevent pregnancy and then turn around and try to trap me with the oldest trick in the book and I fall for it. But not anymore!” he said, as his eyes grew dark with rage. “Not anymore!”

“And as if that wasn’t enough, you run from me when I question you about the pregnancy and this unfortunate accident happened and OH MY GOD!” he said as realization hit him over the head like a sledgehammer.

“You got hit by that taxi on purpose didn’t you?” he said already knowing the answer.

“Danny,” Amelia plead. “Please listen to me. It wasn’t like that at all. I tripped. I did. It was an accident. You know it was,” she said knowing that her words were falling of deaf ears.

“I don’t know anything of the kind!” Danny spat looking at her as if he had never seen her before. He studied her hard to see if he could find a trace of the pleasant woman that he had once thought could make him forget the tragedy that was his life, but could not find her. There was no trace of the woman he had hoped could help to heal his torn heart but instead a malicious bitch inhabited the body that once held a vibrant young woman who could have had anything she wanted but had had the bad judgment to try to land Danny Santos.

Knowing he had better leave the room before he put his hands around her throat and squeezed with all his might, he turned and headed towards the door.

“Danny!” Amelia cried. “Where are you going? Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I need you and you need me. I am the only one who understands you. Doesn’t this prove to you how much I love you and that I would do anything for you? Michelle doesn’t love you like I do and she never can. Come back Danny. Come back!” she yelled ” I swear Danny if you don’t I’ll…”

“You’ll what Amelia?” Danny yelled back. “Fake another pregnancy? Jump in front of another taxi? What Amelia? Give it up will you? It’s over. I am gone. I am going to find my wife and beg her to forgive me and build a life with her and I just hope you can get the help you so desperately need before it is too late,” he said and left the room and out of her life.

When Danny got off the elevator and walked out into the same emergency room that they had brought Amelia in, he felt free for the first time in a year. Free to be happy.

He had to step aside as nurses and doctors began scurrying about and he didn’t want to get in their way. He noticed the same doctor with the funny little glasses running down the hall into the ER where he met a nurse who had been running towards him.

“What do we have?” he asked as she put his green scrub gown over his clothes and tied it in the back. She followed him as they began to walk into the same trauma area that he had previously treated Amelia.

“Jumper” she said “Just jumped out of a fourth floor window. They are bringing her in right now. Doesn’t look good,” the nurse added.

Danny’s blood froze in his veins and he felt as if someone had just walked over his grave. Amelia was on the fourth floor. The gurney was being wheeled into the trauma area and he got a good glimpse of what he already knew. The jumper they had been talking about was Amelia and Danny knew that she was dead.

And he knew one other thing.

It was all his fault.


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