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Chapter 15 of My Heart Still Knows
“Worth Savin’ Me”
Meanwhile, while Amy and her mother had a heart to heart talk with one another, the talk Marc and Paul were having could only be described as cruel silence. Marc wanted so badly to tell Paul just how much he felt for his daughter, but somehow, the words were caught in his throat, and he couldn’t bring himself to say them aloud, thus resulting in Marc staring at his bed sheets endlessly while Paul sat in the chair in the corner, as far away from Marc as the small room would allow, with his arms crossed over his chest and the hostile look still planted on his face.
Marc chewed his bottom lip nervously as he glanced up at the doorway, hoping to see Amy coming to his rescue. But, he only saw the nurses walk by as they made their evening rounds. They would be in later to make sure Marc took his medicine. He had been informed that day that he would be having the stitches in his chest and temple removed the next day, and Marc wasn’t one to like those kinds of things. Still, he knew it would be relief to get the bandages that covered his chest removed, and the hopefully the removal of the stitches in his temple would relieve the itchiness that had irritated him since day one. He knew that he would be scarred in both places, but surprisingly, Marc didn’t really care. While he knew they should be reminders of the horrors he had gone through with Doris, Marc thought of them as proof that he was a survivor.
Finally, Marc could take the tense silence any longer.
“Listen, Mr. Summers…” he started awkwardly, unsure of what exactly to call Amy’s father. His eyes never left his feet. “I can understand why you don’t approve of me for your daughter. Heck, I wouldn’t approve of me.” He looked up and saw Paul was glaring in his direction. He took in a deep breath. “But…I just wanted you to know that I really do love your daughter, and I would never do anything to hurt her. If it weren’t for Amy, I really don’t think I’d be here right now. I know that sounds corny and everything, but she saved my life, in more ways than one. I know I’ve been convicted of kidnapping and premeditated murder, but…that wasn’t me…I — ”
Marc’s attempt to explain things were cut off abruptly by Paul, still stony faced, climbing to his feet and walked towards Marc, a precarious look on his face. Marc realized he hadn’t helped the situation at all. In fact, he had probably made it worse.
“How can you possibly expect me to believe that ‘that wasn’t you’?” Paul spat. “You knew very well what you were doing when you kidnapped that boy, and anyone with common sense would know that that hat didn’t provoke you into kidnapping him and trying to kill him. When you invented that hat, you had your plan already in mind, and that hat had nothing to do with it! It was merely a tool in your little game to get revenge out of cold blood; you knew you couldn’t do it alone, so you invented it to help you. Don’t try and tell me that ‘that wasn’t you.’ I know better.” Paul saw the shocked look in Marc’s eyes, coated with guilt. “And you can bet, that I will not allow my daughter to have anything to do with you, if I have anything to say about it.”
“But what if you don’t have a say about it?” Marc murmured, unknowingly voicing his thoughts.
Paul slammed his fist against Marc’s bed railing. “Amy is my daughter, Marcus O’Brady. And so long as I am alive, she will have nothing to do with you. End of story.”
With that, Paul stalked out of the room, leaving a very shocked Marc behind. Marc watched him leave in his rage, and after a moment, hung his head in shame. Everything Paul had said was true. Doris had had nothing to do with Marc’s plan. He had stolen the blueprints for her and reinvented her because he needed an accomplice to help carry out his plan to kill Wilbur and get his revenge on Cornelius. The plan had been his, not Doris’s. Marc shook his head. He had gotten himself into this mess. He had dug himself into a hole without a ladder, and now he wasn’t sure how to get back out again.
Marc bit his lip again and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the tears he could feel building up inside.
Suddenly Marc felt the anger inside him boiling. He gritted his teeth and slammed both fists against his legs.
“Why did I reinvent that stupid hat?!” He asked himself. “Why did I have to go and open my big mouth?” He slammed his fists again. “Why can’t I just…why do I have to be so dumb?”
Marc stared up that the ceiling in frustration for around five minutes until he heard voices coming from down the hall, and when he looked up, Amy was standing in the doorway. Her face was jubilant, and Marc guessed her talk with her mother had gone well. Marc only wished he could say the same about his “talk” with her father.
Marc swallowed and forced a smile, hoping Amy wouldn’t notice his red eyes. He knew she would. Amy always seemed to know when something was wrong.
“How did it go?” He asked as she neared his bedside.
“It went well.” Amy said as she sat on the bed next to him. “She approves.”
Marc smiled – a real smile this time, then sighed.
Amy’s grin faded. “Marc, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“I only wish I could say the same about your father.” Marc said.
“Let’s just say if he didn’t approve just a little last time, he really doesn’t approve now.” Marc said, keeping it short. “He said that you’re to have nothing to do with me. Ever.”
Amy sighed. “I guess he still thinks I’m ten years old.” She said. “I guess he’ll never understand that I’m a grown woman and can make decisions for myself.” She brushed a strand of hair from his face. “And I choose you. Even Mom agreed that you’re the one. She can see it. Mom has a way with those kinds of things. She always did.”
“But your father –” Mark started.
“Don’t worry about my father.” Amy cut him off. “He can’t run my life forever. It’s time he understood that.”
“But he thinks I should be in prison, Amy. He really does.” Marc hung his head. “And to tell you the truth, he’s right. I should be in prison. The plan to kill Wilbur wasn’t Doris’s, it was mine. All mine. I just needed an accomplice to help me so I stole her blueprints and built her. I shouldn’t have been so lucky to get off with what I did, Amy.”
“Marc,” Amy said, taking his hand. “Even if you were in prison, those bars couldn’t keep me from you. Never. Those bars can only hold your body. They can’t hold your soul or spirit in. I told you I wouldn’t leave you, and I won’t, no matter what Daddy says.” She smiled. “And I know he thinks that me loving you is a mistake, and if it is, well it’s the best mistake I’ve ever made.”
Marc grinned the childish grin that Amy hadn’t seen often in the past month. It was that grin that made Amy fall in love with Marc all over again.
Meanwhile, Paul stood in the doorway and watched as his daughter leaned in and kissed the man Paul had sworn would never gain his approval. First his daughter had talked about that man, then announced she was marrying him, and now here she was kissing him, a murderer, after he’d told her himself back at her apartment she wasn’t to have anything to do with him! And after he’d told him that!
Finally, Paul couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned and stalked back down the hall. Something had to be done about that man, and Paul was going to see to it something was done.
He was going to the courthouse. He had an old friend to seek out who owed him a favor.
Paul is not a happy camper...
Wish me luck! I'm off!