Title: The Effect You Have On Me
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Author's note: Just to let you know that in this story the HOW
Synopsis: Amending the past is not an easy thing.
The Effect You Have On Me
The horror of what had just happened didn't hit me right away as
"T-Tom..." I heard Elisabeth shaken voice cry behind me. "What
"Our son?" I echoed confused. What was she talking about? Had
I saw him come out of his bedroom guided by the woman that I
"Danya killed a bad lady in my room," young Tom explained to his
"Danya?" I asked looking up at the stranger who was coming our
"She's a friend of the family," Tom answered my question.
"Yes, she is," Elisabeth told our son before kissing his forehead
Danya knelt beside her fallen companion. "Tom..." she said
"I'm here, Danya," my four-year old tried to comfort her.
"I know, Sweetie," she replied, smiling back at him.
She quickly brushed her tears away before looking back at me with
"We lost time, we have to get you out of the house," she said
"You all go ahead, I'll follow you," I ordered them. "Please,
"Owen, you're coming with us," Elisabeth protested.
"He's still alive," I argued, referring to the man Danya had
"You shot him in the HEAD," Danya brutally reminded me. "He's
"I'm not leaving without him," I repeated stubbornly. If there
There was hope.
Danya sighed. She turned her attention towards my youngest child
"Tom, come here," she said. The little one did as he was told.
The child nodded.
I smiled to Elisabeth, encouraging her to go along with our son.
Quickly, the two disappeared down the staircase.
I stumbled on my hand and knees. I was ready to lift Tom over my
She was looking at me with pure hatred. Shivers ran up my spine.
"In twenty years," she began coldly. "You will offer me half a
"What are you talking about?" I asked taken aback by her
"In my Tom's reality, his mother got kill trying to protect him
"No," I denied. "Me not loving my son is impossible."
"Is it?" she challenged.
I looked down at the dying man on the floor. There were heavy
"So, Tom came back into the past to save his mother?" I ventured.
"No, Tom came back to fulfilled a promised he made on this very
"He didn't need to do that," I protested.
"Things were different for Tom and things will be different for
"What can I do to help?" I asked in a desperate plea.
"You stay with him while I go take care of some visitors," she
Again, I looked down at Tom's face.
I had killed MY SON.
I had killed a child of mine whom I had already turned my back
Tears came pouring down.
"I'm so sorry, Son. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to harm you,
"... Love me...?" I heard just above a whisper.
"Tom!? Tom, yes I love you, Son," I assured.
Unseeing eyes searched for me.
"I'm here, Tom," I told him, still caressing his pale face.
"I... wanted you to be... proud of me," he breathed.
"I am, Tom. I'm so proud of you for being there for your
"I wanted... I wanted to be more like you," he confessed.
"Oh Tom, you can only be yourself and I love you for who you are.
Tom answered me with a beautiful smile. "I love you too, Dad,"
As his last breath left him, I could only hope that he had heard
My gaze met Danya's who had been standing in the staircase for
"It's over," she told me.
Without another word she walked liked a zombie to Tom's
"Damn!" I heard her cursed. "I'm still alive and she's gone."
With that, she disappeared into thin air.
And so did my son's dead body.
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