Shot Through The Heart (Synacky/Jimohnny) ~ Chapter 14:
Back to the present...
"Are you sure Ren's gonna like this?" Jimmy asked for what seemed like the thousandth time.
"Rev, she's 17, and any 17 year old I've ever known would want money to pick out their own graduation gift," Zacky answered with a sigh and a roll of his bright green eyes.
"Yeah, I know that, but do you think it's enough money, though?"
Matt laughed and shook his head. "Jimmy, Ren could buy a brand spankin' new car with all the cool options if she wanted with the amount of money we all gave her and still have a lot left."
"Yeah, but you doubled what we all agreed on," Jimmy pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his ice blue eyes.
"I know exactly what this conversation is all about. Jimmy's pissed that he can't claim the title of Ren's favorite uncle," Brian said with a knowing smirk.
"Oh my God, you are a freak," Matt laughed. "You all know why I did that. I did it on my wife's behalf."
"Ziah would've put money in the account, too, JimJam, and you know it," Johnny told his boyfriend softly.
"I know. It just makes it seem..."
"So real?" Matt questioned. "Yeah, that's what I thought. I can't believe I'm a widower and I'm not even 30 yet. Actually, I refuse to believe it. I will never believe it. I still believe that I'm gonna wake up from this horrible nightmare and Ziah will be there in my arms."
"We all wish it was just a terrible nightmare, Matt," Brian replied softly, tears beginning to blur his vision as he hid his face in the side of Zacky's neck.
Ren straightened out the file she'd spent week after week putting together and then slowly made her way to the gym, where Elvira was working out. The information that had been found was just too emotional and possibly cataclysmic to take to any of the guys, so the teen went to the only person she knew would read everything all the way through and tell her if she was being delusional or if there really was something there like she thought there was.
Elvira was punching and kicking the large hanging heavy bag, her long hair pulled up into a high ponytail, when Ren walked into the gym. She hopped up onto the window seat and remained quiet as she watched the woman beat the bag over and over so hard that it was swinging back and forth with great intensity. She landed an awesomely hard fist and leg combination and then stopped. "What's up?" she asked with a pant.
"Can I show you something without you getting mad at me or want to have me put into the mental ward?" Ren asked, biting at her bottom lip nervously.
Elvira grabbed a towel and wiped her face as she walked over to Ren. Sighing, she hopped up onto the window seat beside Ren. "You can show me anything, Ren. I wouldn't send you to a mental ward. I mean, hello, Jimmy's my brother and a crazy motherfucker, and I've never tried putting him into a mental ward. Have I thought about it? Fuck, yes! Plenty of times," she laughed.
Ren laughed. "Yeah, I still ask mysely why Jimmy's not a permanent resident in the mental ward all the time, but I guess it's just that he's a lovable crazy."
"Exactly. So, what do ya need to show me?"
"Here, read this and tell me what you honestly think. I can take brutal honesty." Ren handed the file to Elvira and nervously chewed at her bottom lip as Elvira read through the pages.
Elvira gasped, her eyes widened and her heart pounded in her ears. She couldn't believe what she was reading. She read and re-read the pages several times over before she looked up at Ren. "We're going to Connecticut," she said.
"You think I'm right?"
Elvira yanked her boxing gloves off. "I'm thinkin' it's credible enough to go take a look for ourselves."
Ren smiled and nodded her head. "I think so, too."
"But I don't think we should say anything to the guys just in case it doesn't turn out to be what we think it is."
"I totally agree. They don't need anymore heartache and pain. Especially Matt and Brian."
Anna Hawkins brushed her nearly waist-length hair out, quickly French braided it and then headed into the room right across the hall from hers. Standing up in his crib on jelly-like legs and giggling once he saw his mommy was her 9-month-old son. "Hey, Rek," she cooed, scooping the little boy up into her arms and placing a kiss to his temple. Her heart melted when her son clutched tightly to her and looked up at her with bright hazel eyes and a deeply dimpled grin.
"Hey, Anna, are you still up to goin' to New York for me?" Sullivan "Sully" Hawkins asked, walking into the room.
"Yeah, Pops, I can handle it."
"Are you sure? I don't want ya to overdo it."
"I'm positive. It's less than a hundred miles away, so I won't overdo anything. I don't know about taking Rekker with me, though."
"I'll watch the little guy," Sully offered, pinching the baby's cheek and making him giggle.
"Don't you have work today?"
"I'm workin' from home today. I think it's about time to have a lil' guys only time," Sully grinned.
"Okay. It's gonna be a little weird for me, though. I haven't been that far away from my baby ever," Anna sighed.
"I understand, honey, I do. It's normal for a new mother to be a little nervous about leaving their baby for the first time."
"I guess weird is just normal for me."
"Sweetie, there is nothing weird about you. You're the most special, amazing girl in the world, and you've brightened my world the moment you came into it. You and Rekker."
Anna wasn't her real name. Hell, she didn't even know what her real name was. More than a year before, Sully and his wife of more than forty years, Gia, had come across a young girl stumbling down the snow-covered highway in the middle of the night on their way home from New York City. They'd taken the bleeding, scared girl to the closest hospital where doctors had found her to have an extensive head injury among other less serious injuries. The police had found the crumpled remains of an SUV and the bodies of four suited men were inside. The doctors had said it appeared the girl had been in a bad car accident.
The girl's frontal lobe had torn away from her skull and had caused her to suffer from retrograde amnesia, not remembering anything of her life before the loving older couple had found her. As she laid in the hospital for nearly two weeks, the Hawkinses had visited her every day for hours at a time and had offered to take her in and help her out until she recovered and could make a life on her own or remember the life she'd lost.
During this time, she'd also learned that she was in the early stages of pregnancy. Even if she didn't know her name or who she was as a person, she knew she was married by the enormous, gorgeous rings on her left ring finger and a tattoo that lay underneath. For some reason, she'd felt the overwhelming need to pick Anna as a name to go by and had added Hawkins to it once she'd got permission from Sully and Gia.
Over the months, Anna had grown extremely close to Sully and Gia, whom had treated her as a daughter and she treated them as if they were her parents. Sully told her of the total shock he'd gotten when she'd chosen Anna as her name because it had been his beloved mother's name. The girl had offered to pick another name but he told her not to, that his mother would've been honored for such a sweet and loving girl as herself use it. So, she'd kept Anna and had started to call Gia Mom and Sully Pops. They'd excitedly taken her to her appointments and were as overjoyed as she was when they found out she was having a baby boy.
As Anna hit her seventh month of pregnancy and neared her sixth month with the Hawkinses, Gia had fallen into a coma after a venomous bite from a brown recluse spider and had passed away without regaining consciousness. It had been extremely difficult for Sully, but he was glad to have Anna there with him and the birth of Rekker Matthew Hawkins had brightened the darkness of the world for the both of them.
"Anna? Anna, are you okay?" Sully asked, placing a hand on Anna's shoulder.
Anna jumped, immediately coming out of her thoughts. "Huh?"
"I said, are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking, that's all."
"My life...or what I remember of it, anyways," Anna sighed.
"Have you remembered anything else since your last dream?"
Anna shook her head with a sad, frustrated sigh. "No. All I remember is a tall, hazel-eyed man that I think may be my husband and that he was covered in tattoos. And I remember guns, but that's all."
"I have no doubt that you will remember everything about your life one day," Sully replied with a smile.
"Do you think..."
"Do I think what?"
"Do you think my husband has been looking for me? Or my family? Do they even know I'm out here?" Anna asked, biting nervously at her bottom lip.
"Awwww, sweetie, I'm sure your husband and your family would move heaven and earth to get you back," Sully answered, pulling Anna into a hug. "And I'm sure that you will be reunited with them very soon. You and Rekker both."
"I really hope so, but no matter what, you'll always be family to us, too," Anna whispered.