Otalia: Days of War, Nights of Hell (Chapter 8/?)
Title: Days of War, Nights of Hell 8/?
Author: Chrissie aka itsalovestory
Rating: Overall NC-17 (violence, sex, drugs, language, and general adult themes)
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination.
Spoilers: None, though I wish I had something to spoil.
Summary: Otalia learns that long after the battle ends, the war continues at home.
A/N: This is a story that will be angsty, dramatic, and at times sad. A major character will die and another will commit self-harm, but in the end Otalia will be alright. Set in the future, about 6 years after the flash-forward on Guiding Light...so Emma is 16, Francesca is 6, Rafe is 26, Ava is 30, Olivia is 46, and Natalia is 42.
A/N2: Grab more tissues!
A/N3: Thanks to the lovely jcrimjustice for beta'ing this for me!
Previously: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Chapter 8: "Famous Last Words"- Monday, January 23rd, 2017
Natalia sat at the table in the kitchen, pouring over the pile of mail from the last week. "Water bill due on the 30th. Letter from the Grieving Group at church." Natalia mumbled, "Yeah, like I really want to talk to a bunch of strangers about Rafe. I have Olivia."
She worked her way through the mail, dividing it into piles to either be thrown away or kept. It was a simple task, a mindless task. It was perfect, letting Natalia think about anything and everything but what she didn't want to- the unbearable ache of memories of her son. She made quick work of the job and pretty soon, there was just one final piece of mail.
Tears clouded her vision in a rush as she saw the return address. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she ripped open the envelope and began to read the handwritten letter inside.
Dear Ma,
Thank you so much for the update in your last letter. It makes me really feel like I'm home. I can just imagine you and Olivia bickering over breakfast, the joy and love in your eyes. I can see Francesca running around the house, toys all over the place, wild and free like her. I can hear Emma, my lil' Munchkin, talking about her latest crush. You let her know that her big brother will beat up any boys that don't treat her right. God, they grow up so fast, don't they?
I miss you. I miss my family. And, I love you. I know I haven't said it enough. I know, boy do I know, that I haven't always been the perfect son. But, I know how much you sacrificed for me. I know how much you loved me and how much joy you gave me. All I ever wanted for you was for you to find happiness, too. I can see that you've found it. I'm so happy for you, Ma. Cherish it, and make sure you and Olivia keep taking care of each other, no matter what happens. Okay?
Well, enough of the sappiness. I gotta get going. Got a big day ahead, ya know, gotta get the bad guys so I can come home.
Keep safe and warm.
Your son,
Rafe
Finishing the letter, Natalia whispered broken through her sobs over and over, her tears splattering against the paper, "My son."
***
Olivia walked in the front door. The house was silent except for a small whimpering sound from the kitchen. Hmm. Olivia checked her watch. Francesca was at a play date until five and Emma was going to pick her up on her way home from basketball practice. Natalia was going to be at work until...
Walking briskly, Olivia threw her briefcase onto the couch and made her way into the kitchen. "Oh Honey," Olivia sighed as she rushed to Natalia. She knelt in front of the woman crying at the table. "C'mere." She pulled Natalia into her arms. Olivia hugged Natalia close, running her hand up and down her long, raven hair and back. "It's okay. It will all be okay," she soothed.
Natalia pushed back suddenly and stood up, anger coloring her brown eyes. "How can you say that it'll be okay, Olivia? How can you tell me that?"
"Wha...? It will be. We have each other. As long..." Olivia tried to take a step towards her lover.
Natalia cut her off and stepped back further, throwing her hands around wildly, "No! You cannot tell me that it will be okay...because...because..."
"Hey, Natalia. C'mon calm down. Take a deep breath with me."
"I will not fucking calm down. My son. MY only son, Olivia, is dead," she cried.
"I know our son is dead. You don't have to remind me. I was there when Sergeant Thompson delivered the news. I was fucking there when they placed him in the goddamn ground! I was there..." Olivia was getting upset, anger and grief pounding through her blood.
"Oh yeah, you were there when he died. But, I bet you were all too glad with that fact, " Natalia responded bitterly.
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"He was MY son. I was there through 16 hours of damn labor. I was there through every doctor's appointment, every school talent show, every problem with the law. I was there. Where were you? Not there. HE WAS MY SON, AND NOW HE'S GONE!!" She slammed her fists against the table hard.
"Natalia, baby...let me help you. We can..."
"No, fucking leave me alone." She hurried around the kitchen and grabbed her purse and keys. "I'm going out for awhile."
"I love you. Please, " Olivia begged.
Natalia spun around and looked Olivia dead in the eyes. She pointed her finger in warning, "Just don't." And, she left.
After a few minutes, Olivia could hear the slam of the car door and the squeal of the rubber tires as Natalia drove away from her into the endless abyss of the night.
TBC...
Author: Chrissie aka itsalovestory
Rating: Overall NC-17 (violence, sex, drugs, language, and general adult themes)
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination.
Spoilers: None, though I wish I had something to spoil.
Summary: Otalia learns that long after the battle ends, the war continues at home.
A/N: This is a story that will be angsty, dramatic, and at times sad. A major character will die and another will commit self-harm, but in the end Otalia will be alright. Set in the future, about 6 years after the flash-forward on Guiding Light...so Emma is 16, Francesca is 6, Rafe is 26, Ava is 30, Olivia is 46, and Natalia is 42.
A/N2: Grab more tissues!
A/N3: Thanks to the lovely jcrimjustice for beta'ing this for me!
Previously: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
Chapter 8: "Famous Last Words"- Monday, January 23rd, 2017
Natalia sat at the table in the kitchen, pouring over the pile of mail from the last week. "Water bill due on the 30th. Letter from the Grieving Group at church." Natalia mumbled, "Yeah, like I really want to talk to a bunch of strangers about Rafe. I have Olivia."
She worked her way through the mail, dividing it into piles to either be thrown away or kept. It was a simple task, a mindless task. It was perfect, letting Natalia think about anything and everything but what she didn't want to- the unbearable ache of memories of her son. She made quick work of the job and pretty soon, there was just one final piece of mail.
Tears clouded her vision in a rush as she saw the return address. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed as she ripped open the envelope and began to read the handwritten letter inside.
Dear Ma,
Thank you so much for the update in your last letter. It makes me really feel like I'm home. I can just imagine you and Olivia bickering over breakfast, the joy and love in your eyes. I can see Francesca running around the house, toys all over the place, wild and free like her. I can hear Emma, my lil' Munchkin, talking about her latest crush. You let her know that her big brother will beat up any boys that don't treat her right. God, they grow up so fast, don't they?
I miss you. I miss my family. And, I love you. I know I haven't said it enough. I know, boy do I know, that I haven't always been the perfect son. But, I know how much you sacrificed for me. I know how much you loved me and how much joy you gave me. All I ever wanted for you was for you to find happiness, too. I can see that you've found it. I'm so happy for you, Ma. Cherish it, and make sure you and Olivia keep taking care of each other, no matter what happens. Okay?
Well, enough of the sappiness. I gotta get going. Got a big day ahead, ya know, gotta get the bad guys so I can come home.
Keep safe and warm.
Your son,
Rafe
Finishing the letter, Natalia whispered broken through her sobs over and over, her tears splattering against the paper, "My son."
***
Olivia walked in the front door. The house was silent except for a small whimpering sound from the kitchen. Hmm. Olivia checked her watch. Francesca was at a play date until five and Emma was going to pick her up on her way home from basketball practice. Natalia was going to be at work until...
Walking briskly, Olivia threw her briefcase onto the couch and made her way into the kitchen. "Oh Honey," Olivia sighed as she rushed to Natalia. She knelt in front of the woman crying at the table. "C'mere." She pulled Natalia into her arms. Olivia hugged Natalia close, running her hand up and down her long, raven hair and back. "It's okay. It will all be okay," she soothed.
Natalia pushed back suddenly and stood up, anger coloring her brown eyes. "How can you say that it'll be okay, Olivia? How can you tell me that?"
"Wha...? It will be. We have each other. As long..." Olivia tried to take a step towards her lover.
Natalia cut her off and stepped back further, throwing her hands around wildly, "No! You cannot tell me that it will be okay...because...because..."
"Hey, Natalia. C'mon calm down. Take a deep breath with me."
"I will not fucking calm down. My son. MY only son, Olivia, is dead," she cried.
"I know our son is dead. You don't have to remind me. I was there when Sergeant Thompson delivered the news. I was fucking there when they placed him in the goddamn ground! I was there..." Olivia was getting upset, anger and grief pounding through her blood.
"Oh yeah, you were there when he died. But, I bet you were all too glad with that fact, " Natalia responded bitterly.
"What the hell are you talking about!?"
"He was MY son. I was there through 16 hours of damn labor. I was there through every doctor's appointment, every school talent show, every problem with the law. I was there. Where were you? Not there. HE WAS MY SON, AND NOW HE'S GONE!!" She slammed her fists against the table hard.
"Natalia, baby...let me help you. We can..."
"No, fucking leave me alone." She hurried around the kitchen and grabbed her purse and keys. "I'm going out for awhile."
"I love you. Please, " Olivia begged.
Natalia spun around and looked Olivia dead in the eyes. She pointed her finger in warning, "Just don't." And, she left.
After a few minutes, Olivia could hear the slam of the car door and the squeal of the rubber tires as Natalia drove away from her into the endless abyss of the night.
TBC...