Nine Months
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 6
The best intentions will always backfire........
2 Months Later.......
Catherine had safely passed out of her first trimester, and both she and
Vincent had breathed a sigh of relief. Catherine especially had been worried
because of all the stress she had gone through. Her doctor assured them that the
baby was growing well and everything was normal.
Her father was still ignoring her, despite the many attempts she had made to
contact him. When he began filtering her phone calls through his secretary,
Catherine called it quits. She could only hear, "Mr. Chandler is unavailable
right now. May I take a message?" so many times.
Heather had even campaigned for Catherine to their father, but he stood firm,
telling Heather that he refused to support someone who could make such a stupid
decision. Catherine had a feeling that wasn't all he said, but took Heather at
her word, not wanting to stir anything else up.
Vincent decided that enough was enough. He was tired of seeing the hurt in
Catherine's eyes. He was going to pay Thomas a visit, and he would have his say,
whether Thomas Chandler wanted to listen or not......
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"I'm sorry, Mr. Keller, but Mr. Chandler is unavailable right now. If you
care to leave your number, I'm sure he will get back to you soon," the man's
secretary told him. Vincent stood in front of her desk, staring down at her.
"Look......." He glanced at the nameplate on her desk, "Mrs. Winthrop, my
business with Mr. Chandler is of a personal nature. I won't be leaving here
until I have spoken to him. So, get on your phone, and let him know that I'm not
budging from this spot."
Her lips pinched together, but otherwise she didn't react. Finally, she
picked up the phone, and dialed. Vincent listened to her side of the
conversation.
"I'm sorry to disturb you sir........Yes, I am aware of that
sir...........There is a Mr. Keller here to see
you............Yes............Yes............I've already informed him
sir..............He refuses to leave until he speaks to you.............He says
it's a personal matter............Very good sir..........Alright sir."
She hung up the phone, and stood up, looking at Vincent. "Mr. Chandler will
see you now. Right this way sir. "She led him to a set of double doors. "Right in
there, Mr. Keller."
Vincent opened one of the doors, and stepped inside. He found himself in a
large, square room. It had wood paneling and high windows. Right in the center
of the room was a large desk. Behind the desk was Thomas Chandler. They made eye
contact.
Pulling himself to his full height, he stepped forward, moving toward the
elder man. Once he reached the desk, he said, "Mr. Chandler, my name is Vincent
Keller. I'm...." but Thomas cut him off.
"I know who you are, Keller!" the elder man spit out. "How dare you
come here! I should have you arrested!"
"With all due respect, sir...... I came here to speak to you.....man
to man. I won't tolerate threats!"
Thomas' eyes widened. Then, he leaned back in his chair. "Well, you are much
different than I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"The usual sort of low life trash that Catherine would bring home."
"I assure you, I am nowhere near that type of person. But, I am here
to talk to you about your daughter."
Thomas scoffed. "Catherine stopped being my daughter when she got herself
knocked up by you!"
"So, because she didn't wait till she was married to have a baby, you are
just going to cut her out of your life? What kind of a father are you?" Vincent
asked, shocked.
"Mr. Keller.......Vincent.......let me be frank with you. I don't know how
much Catherine has told you of our family situation, nor do I care. My advice to
you........get out now. Give her money or whatever else she needs.........but
don't make the mistake of falling in love with her. You will only get your heart
broken in the end."
"What if I told you I'm already in love with your daughter?"
Thomas laughed. "Oh......you foolish, foolish boy. Catherine kills everything
she loves. She killed her mother, did you know that?"
Vincent bristled. "I know that what happened to her mother was an accident.
That she was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Is that what she told you? You stupid boy. You actually
believed her?"
"Catherine has no reason to lie to me."
"Catherine has every reason to lie to you! How long was it, after she
found out she was carrying your bastard, before she was knocking on your door,
demanding a ring on her finger?"
"She's never asked for a ring. I would marry Catherine in a minute, if she
would have me. And our child is not a bastard!"
"Believe what you want. But, know this.........once that child is
born, she will abandon it.....and you. Get out now.......before she drags you
down with her."
In that moment, Vincent was convinced that Thomas was either insane, or
actually believed that Catherine was a heartless monster that would abandon her
own child. He stood up, anger radiating off of him. "I see now that this was a
waste of time. Good day, Mr. Chandler." Vincent started to walk toward the door.
"Oh, and Vincent? Next time you fuck a woman, make sure you wrap it up.
Wouldn't want any other woman to have the same......problem."
Vincent turned around, and stalked toward the older man, his vision tinged
with red...........
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"I can't believe you hit my father, Vincent! What the hell were you
thinking??" Catherine yelled at him from the driver's seat of her car. She was
none to happy with him.
When she had received the phone call from him at the police station,
requesting she come to bail him out, Catherine was at first shocked, then
angry.
Vincent rubbed his hand over his eyes. He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay!
I.......lost control."
"You lost control? That's your answer?! My father had you arrested for
assault! You are so lucky that I work there! Otherwise, your ass would still be
in that jail cell!! Why did you even go to see him, Vincent?"
"I wanted to talk to him. Get him to talk to you. I just......couldn't see
the hurt in your eyes anymore. I was trying to help."
Catherine scoffed. "Oh, you helped all right! My father will probably file a
restraining order against you now! How could you do that!?"
"I screwed up, alright! I get it! I just......."
"Forget it, Vincent! Just.....forget it. I.....I can't do this right now. I
can't deal with this right now."
Catherine pulled up outside his apartment building. "Are you coming in?"
Vincent asked, though he was sure he knew the answer.
"No, I'm not. I.....I need some time, Vincent. Time to process."
Vincent nodded, and got out of the car. He stood on the curb and watched
Catherine drive away.......
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Later that night, Vincent was woken up by the shrill ring of his cell phone.
"Hello?" he said groggily.
"Vincent.......it's Heather..."
"Heather? What....."
"You need to come to St. Benjamin's."
"Is it Catherine? The baby?"
"She's bleeding vaginally, Vincent. She might be losing the
baby......"
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
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Chapter 6
The best intentions will always backfire........
2 Months Later.......
Catherine had safely passed out of her first trimester, and both she and
Vincent had breathed a sigh of relief. Catherine especially had been worried
because of all the stress she had gone through. Her doctor assured them that the
baby was growing well and everything was normal.
Her father was still ignoring her, despite the many attempts she had made to
contact him. When he began filtering her phone calls through his secretary,
Catherine called it quits. She could only hear, "Mr. Chandler is unavailable
right now. May I take a message?" so many times.
Heather had even campaigned for Catherine to their father, but he stood firm,
telling Heather that he refused to support someone who could make such a stupid
decision. Catherine had a feeling that wasn't all he said, but took Heather at
her word, not wanting to stir anything else up.
Vincent decided that enough was enough. He was tired of seeing the hurt in
Catherine's eyes. He was going to pay Thomas a visit, and he would have his say,
whether Thomas Chandler wanted to listen or not......
#--------------------
"I'm sorry, Mr. Keller, but Mr. Chandler is unavailable right now. If you
care to leave your number, I'm sure he will get back to you soon," the man's
secretary told him. Vincent stood in front of her desk, staring down at her.
"Look......." He glanced at the nameplate on her desk, "Mrs. Winthrop, my
business with Mr. Chandler is of a personal nature. I won't be leaving here
until I have spoken to him. So, get on your phone, and let him know that I'm not
budging from this spot."
Her lips pinched together, but otherwise she didn't react. Finally, she
picked up the phone, and dialed. Vincent listened to her side of the
conversation.
"I'm sorry to disturb you sir........Yes, I am aware of that
sir...........There is a Mr. Keller here to see
you............Yes............Yes............I've already informed him
sir..............He refuses to leave until he speaks to you.............He says
it's a personal matter............Very good sir..........Alright sir."
She hung up the phone, and stood up, looking at Vincent. "Mr. Chandler will
see you now. Right this way sir. "She led him to a set of double doors. "Right in
there, Mr. Keller."
Vincent opened one of the doors, and stepped inside. He found himself in a
large, square room. It had wood paneling and high windows. Right in the center
of the room was a large desk. Behind the desk was Thomas Chandler. They made eye
contact.
Pulling himself to his full height, he stepped forward, moving toward the
elder man. Once he reached the desk, he said, "Mr. Chandler, my name is Vincent
Keller. I'm...." but Thomas cut him off.
"I know who you are, Keller!" the elder man spit out. "How dare you
come here! I should have you arrested!"
"With all due respect, sir...... I came here to speak to you.....man
to man. I won't tolerate threats!"
Thomas' eyes widened. Then, he leaned back in his chair. "Well, you are much
different than I expected."
"What did you expect?"
"The usual sort of low life trash that Catherine would bring home."
"I assure you, I am nowhere near that type of person. But, I am here
to talk to you about your daughter."
Thomas scoffed. "Catherine stopped being my daughter when she got herself
knocked up by you!"
"So, because she didn't wait till she was married to have a baby, you are
just going to cut her out of your life? What kind of a father are you?" Vincent
asked, shocked.
"Mr. Keller.......Vincent.......let me be frank with you. I don't know how
much Catherine has told you of our family situation, nor do I care. My advice to
you........get out now. Give her money or whatever else she needs.........but
don't make the mistake of falling in love with her. You will only get your heart
broken in the end."
"What if I told you I'm already in love with your daughter?"
Thomas laughed. "Oh......you foolish, foolish boy. Catherine kills everything
she loves. She killed her mother, did you know that?"
Vincent bristled. "I know that what happened to her mother was an accident.
That she was in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"Is that what she told you? You stupid boy. You actually
believed her?"
"Catherine has no reason to lie to me."
"Catherine has every reason to lie to you! How long was it, after she
found out she was carrying your bastard, before she was knocking on your door,
demanding a ring on her finger?"
"She's never asked for a ring. I would marry Catherine in a minute, if she
would have me. And our child is not a bastard!"
"Believe what you want. But, know this.........once that child is
born, she will abandon it.....and you. Get out now.......before she drags you
down with her."
In that moment, Vincent was convinced that Thomas was either insane, or
actually believed that Catherine was a heartless monster that would abandon her
own child. He stood up, anger radiating off of him. "I see now that this was a
waste of time. Good day, Mr. Chandler." Vincent started to walk toward the door.
"Oh, and Vincent? Next time you fuck a woman, make sure you wrap it up.
Wouldn't want any other woman to have the same......problem."
Vincent turned around, and stalked toward the older man, his vision tinged
with red...........
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"I can't believe you hit my father, Vincent! What the hell were you
thinking??" Catherine yelled at him from the driver's seat of her car. She was
none to happy with him.
When she had received the phone call from him at the police station,
requesting she come to bail him out, Catherine was at first shocked, then
angry.
Vincent rubbed his hand over his eyes. He sighed. "I'm sorry, okay!
I.......lost control."
"You lost control? That's your answer?! My father had you arrested for
assault! You are so lucky that I work there! Otherwise, your ass would still be
in that jail cell!! Why did you even go to see him, Vincent?"
"I wanted to talk to him. Get him to talk to you. I just......couldn't see
the hurt in your eyes anymore. I was trying to help."
Catherine scoffed. "Oh, you helped all right! My father will probably file a
restraining order against you now! How could you do that!?"
"I screwed up, alright! I get it! I just......."
"Forget it, Vincent! Just.....forget it. I.....I can't do this right now. I
can't deal with this right now."
Catherine pulled up outside his apartment building. "Are you coming in?"
Vincent asked, though he was sure he knew the answer.
"No, I'm not. I.....I need some time, Vincent. Time to process."
Vincent nodded, and got out of the car. He stood on the curb and watched
Catherine drive away.......
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Later that night, Vincent was woken up by the shrill ring of his cell phone.
"Hello?" he said groggily.
"Vincent.......it's Heather..."
"Heather? What....."
"You need to come to St. Benjamin's."
"Is it Catherine? The baby?"
"She's bleeding vaginally, Vincent. She might be losing the
baby......"
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