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roberta hope sharp
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DECEMBER SIXTEENTH 1989
A loud motorcycle could be heard speeding toward the hospital, a screech sounded as it rounded it's last corner and came to a skidded stop as close to the entrance as it could. A man jumped off and almost let it fall to the ground in his rush to get inside - but he stopped and put the stand down, he wasn't about to add to the scratches and bumps already on the bike. The man - skinny and rugged in appearance - rushed through the doors. "Where is Amelia Sharp?" He asked the first person he saw that looked like they worked there. A young woman with blonde hair and glasses looked at him with with a look of distaste and spoke up, everyone in the room was looking at him with annoyance and shock, some even looked a little frightened of the biker who had just burst through the doors. "I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you that. I think you should leave." Her tone was mostly calm, only ruined by the small shake that cold just be heard in it. "No. She's my wife, she's having our baby." He took a few steps toward the woman - who was safe behind a desk. Some more words were exchanged but things went in his favour - his wife was most definitely having a baby right then in that very hospital. The blonde woman showed him the way to the room and he was off, almost running down the corridors just to get to his wife before she had the baby. When he came to the door he paused for a mere second before opening it slower than one would expect considering the previous rush to get there. "Amy..?' He said softly as he entered, peering around the curtains where he saw a woman holding what looked like a bundle of blankets and two others - one who looked like a doctor and the other a nurse. "Fuck, no. I missed it didn't I?" There was a small sadness in his voice and his gaze dropped for a moment before coming back up to the woman in the bed. The doctor and the nurse stared at him, after he had spoken the doctor spoke back. "I'm sorry sir, who a-" But he was interrupted by the woman in the bed. "It's okay, he's the father." She smiled softly. "Brian, you missed nothing. It was painful and horrible and you wouldn't have wanted to be here. But look." She titled the bundle in his direction and his eyes lay on his daughter for the first time and tears welled in his eyes - it was quite possibly the happiest moment of his life.
JULY TWENTY-SEVENTH 1991
"You're a big sister now Bobby." Her parents had made the effort to call her Bobby instead of her full name for about a year now - they knew that they had named her rather badly but that's what happened when it was tradition in the family to name the first born male and female after their paternal grandparents. "Are you excited?" Her father asked, a smile on his face - he was clearly excited to have his son home from the hospital, as well as his wife. The boy came out of the family tradition a lot better than poor Bobby - his name was Simon and that was a lot less awful than Roberta. The nineteen month old Bobby sat in silence, most likely thinking about what being a big sister meant for her. She had already been to the hospital to see her little brother and she had just started at the strange creature, her parents were curious as to how she was going to react to having that strange creature in her territory. The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway came through the open window and her father was on his feet and at the door in moments, he had the door open and ready to welcome the newcomer to the family home. There were hugs and kisses as Bobby's mother walked through the door, baby carrier in hand. It wasn't long before the baby carrier was on the floor in the middle of the living room, parents by it's side. "Come over Bobby, come say hello." Her mother said with a smile. It took her a few moments but soon she was by the baby carrier looking in at her baby brother's face. She stared for a few moments before raising her arm and hitting him in the face - he started crying immediately. "Oh my god, no Bobby. Don't do that, bad." Her mother scolded her while her father gave her a light smack on the arm.
SEPTEMBER SECOND 2000
Simon and Bobby sat on the floor of the living room, Bobby playing with her toys and Simon with his - the two of them rarely played together anymore. Their mother walked through the room on the phone three times before tossing the phone at the wall at a rather fast pace and letting herself fall onto the couch. "Mommy, where's daddy?" Bobby asked after a few moments. They hadn't seen their father for a few weeks - their mother had told them that he had gone away for a while but children were curious. There was near silence for a few moments - the silence only being ruined by the sound of Simon playing with his toy cars - before Bobby spoke up again. "Mommy?" He voice was small but the silence caused it to sound louder than it was. "He's gone away for a while sweetie, I told you." Their mother answered after a few more moments. "But where has he gone? Why didn't he say goodbye?" Her voice was full of curiosity and it was possible that there was small bit of hurt in there too. Their mother sighed, stood up and walked toward the kitchen where she paused at the door and turned back to her children. "Daddy fucked up and he's paying the price in jail." And she disappeared through the door and didn't return for at least half an hour and smelling of cigarettes and whiskey.
FEBRUARY TENTH 2005
They were in the car on the way to pick up their father. Today he was being released from prison. Everyone was nervous - Simon was somewhat excited because his dad was now a badass who had done time, he was not to be messed with. Bobby had mixed feelings, she was excited because she had always loved her father and had always enjoyed spending time with him and all that, but she was a little nervous because she hadn't seen him for four and a bit years and he had now done time and it scared her a little. But she had decided to come along anyway - their mother had given both of the children the option to come along or not. The drive was a long one and not only because they had a half an hour drive but because no-one spoke. When they arrived they waited where they were told to wait, all three of them stood together in silence. It wasn't long before a door was opened and then a gate to allow their father out. The three of them were full of mixed emotion. Amelia Sharp was putting on a strong face for her children and for her husband, she didn't want anyone to know what she was really feeling inside. Simon was, well we don't really know how he felt but it looked like he was trying his best to show excitement that he was only somewhat feeling. And bobby, well she had a smile on her face, it was genuine as she was happy to see her father after many years but inside she was nervous - what if he was a different man now, what if being locked away changed him in some way, what if they didn't have their bond anymore? As he walked toward them their eyes followed him, he stopped in front of them. "Family." He said, not letting his eyes fall from their eye level no matter how much he wanted them to. After a few moments his wife closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly while the children looked on. Once she let him go everyone could see the tears that soaked her cheeks, he even had some wetness in and under his eyes. His eyes soon left his wife and found themselves looking at his children. "Wow Simon, you've grown." He stated once he realised that no-one was going to speak. "And Bobby, you're beautiful." He smiled as he spoke and she mirrored his smile. She quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you daddy." And she didn't let go for a good two minutes.
APRIL NINETEENTH 2009
The party was raging on, it was loud and there were people everywhere - the parents of the teens that out this party on were going to be mad when they saw the state of the living room, but of course the host was far too drunk to care at that point. Bobby was there, singing along to Alanis Morissette with a few friends, drink in hand. While taking a sip of said drink someone bumped into her - causing her drink to spill down her front. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." The person who bumped into her said as they started dabbing at the wet fabric with their jacket. Bobby stared at them for a few moment, a little confused as to why they'd stop and try to clean up their mess. "I uh, thanks." She finally said, looking down at her damn top with a slight frown. They stood there for a few minutes, drying her top as best as they could and then parted ways.
APRIL THIRTIETH 2009
She was late and she was worried. She had woken up half an hour after her alarm had failed to wake her and after a rushed shower, a quick makeup application and only half drying her hair before putting it up in a pony tail she was running down her street toward the bus stop so that she could make it to work on time. But it was too late and she stopped with a loud exclamation of "NO!" as she saw the last bus she could be on to not be late drive past the end of the street. Her knees almost gave way as she swayed slightly on her feet, she was going to be in trouble, she was already on a warning at her place of employment for slacking off while some friends of hers came into the store - she worked as a barista in a small coffee shop just off central park. She stood on the side of the road for a few minutes before slowly making her way to another coffee shop she knew that was near by her house - she lived a half hour bus ride away from her place of work - she knew that there was no point in trying to get to work, plus she wasn't really all that committed to the job anyway. As she was standing in line for coffee she let her thoughts run wild, which turned out to be a bad idea when she was suddenly hit with thoughts that were based around how am I going to afford to live now?! It was more or less a definite that she was going to lose her job now and well, a nineteen year old needed an income to live and she was not going to ask her family for funds, that was so far out of the question that she'd need a boat and a plane to get to it. She swayed on her feet slightly, but it was enough so that the person behind her grabbed her arm to steady her. "Are you okay?" An oddly familiar voice asked her. She turned to face a face that she had seen before, but couldn't place - maybe he was just someone she saw right here in this coffee shop often. "Ah, yes thanks. Just - I don't know. I'm fine." She spoke quickly and turned back to the front but was soon spoke to again by that familiar voice. "You're that girl. The one from the party the other night." The guy was smiling, apparently this was a happy moment for him. "I, um, what?" It was safe to say that Bobby was a little confused. "We bumped into one another and spilt your drink and then we did our best to dry it, you know." She blinked a few times before speaking once more - this time she remembered. "Oh, oooohh! You're that guy, of course you are. Sorry, wow. Hi." She was a little flustered, she wasn't used to seeing people that she briefly met at a party in her local coffee shop. The smile stayed on his face, "How've you been?" He spoke like they were a part of some kind of friendship - though they weren't. I, uh, I've been good. You?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke while also making sure she knew when the line was moving. "Yeah, I've been good." He shrugged his shoulders before quickly gesturing toward the front of the line. "You're up." She turned quickly and with a small chuckle aimed at the girl behind the counter she quickly closed the distance between her and said counter. There she placed her coffee and toasted sandwich and waited off to the side - where the guy joined her not too long after. The two of them sat down once they had their items and chatted for a good hour before going their separate ways, with one another's phone numbers.
AUGUST FIFTEENTH 2012
Four women were in the room, all dressed in the same dress - well all but one who was in her wedding dress. "Fuck, I'm nervous Rachel." Said Bobby - the one in the wedding dress. The girl that was closest to her grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. "Bobby, you'll do fine." Bobby let out a small sigh. "I know, but you know me." The one called Rachel smiled, "I sure do. But this is the happiest day of your life, there's nothing to worry about." There was a few moments of silence before Bobby let out a deep sigh and shook her head softly "No, no, you're right. There's nothing for me to worry about." She let out another sigh and ran her hands over her dress to make sure everything was in place. "Shall we ladies." She spoke with a slightly more confident voice - though it was still a little shaky and it was clear that she was still quite nervous. But despite that she went on with the day and nothing went awry. It was most definitely the happiest day of her life and something she will never forget.
NOVEMBER TWENTY SEVENTH 2014
The drive home was long - not because of the distance because it wasn't really that far but because of what was going on in Bobby's head. She had just come from the doctors, he had called her a few days before and asked if she could come in because he wanted to speak to her in person about certain test results. She was worried before she went - she was undergoing tests for ovarian cancer and well, one would worry in that situation. When she walked into that room she saw the look on her doctor's face and well, she knew that all the tests had come back saying that she had it. It had taken all her effort to not fall on the floor right there in tears. She was in there for two and a half hours, discussing what she wanted to do and when she had said that she definitely wanted to go ahead with treatment they discussed what they could do there. After everything had been discussed and she had an okay idea about what was going to happen she left - but no without a pile of information and such. She was due to have surgery to remove one of her ovaries and the tumour in two weeks and then she would start chemotherapy after that. Basically the whole drive home was her mind running over all the possible things that could go wrong - mainly focusing on the fact that treatment might not work and she could die. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell her husband - they'd been married for two years now and had been having talks about having children and well there wasn't much chance of her being able to have children after this. After she had parked the car she sat in it for five minutes before making her way up to the apartment - the two had moved into her apartment a year before they were married and had lived there ever since. That night they talked about her cancer and the future of their family.
JANUARY SECOND 2015
Bobby sat in front of her full length mirror - she had brought a chair in from the dining area. She was getting ready to leave the apartment and see her husband - soon to be ex-husband. They had been so happy until she had told him about the cancer, he had stayed for about two weeks before leaving - he told her one night after she had returned from the doctor. That night she had spent it's entirety on the floor of the living room in a ball wrapped in a blanket watching television - or well staring at a television and taking in nothing that was happening. She had done her best to push that night from her memory, but sometimes it still came back. She looked at herself in the mirror and with a small smile lifted her arms up and put this day's choice of hair on. When she had started chemotherapy her hair had begun to fall out so she shaved it all off and started wearing wigs - today it was a light turquoise one that came to her shoulders. She was a fan of the many different choices of wigs there were and was considering keeping it shaved so she could keep wearing them all. With a sigh she stood up, adjusted her top and put her jacket on - it was a cold New York day out and a jacket was most definitely needed. A few moments passed and she was checking her bag for everything she needed and was out the door, making her way to meet up with the man who broke her heart not one month before.
A loud motorcycle could be heard speeding toward the hospital, a screech sounded as it rounded it's last corner and came to a skidded stop as close to the entrance as it could. A man jumped off and almost let it fall to the ground in his rush to get inside - but he stopped and put the stand down, he wasn't about to add to the scratches and bumps already on the bike. The man - skinny and rugged in appearance - rushed through the doors. "Where is Amelia Sharp?" He asked the first person he saw that looked like they worked there. A young woman with blonde hair and glasses looked at him with with a look of distaste and spoke up, everyone in the room was looking at him with annoyance and shock, some even looked a little frightened of the biker who had just burst through the doors. "I'm sorry sir, I can't tell you that. I think you should leave." Her tone was mostly calm, only ruined by the small shake that cold just be heard in it. "No. She's my wife, she's having our baby." He took a few steps toward the woman - who was safe behind a desk. Some more words were exchanged but things went in his favour - his wife was most definitely having a baby right then in that very hospital. The blonde woman showed him the way to the room and he was off, almost running down the corridors just to get to his wife before she had the baby. When he came to the door he paused for a mere second before opening it slower than one would expect considering the previous rush to get there. "Amy..?' He said softly as he entered, peering around the curtains where he saw a woman holding what looked like a bundle of blankets and two others - one who looked like a doctor and the other a nurse. "Fuck, no. I missed it didn't I?" There was a small sadness in his voice and his gaze dropped for a moment before coming back up to the woman in the bed. The doctor and the nurse stared at him, after he had spoken the doctor spoke back. "I'm sorry sir, who a-" But he was interrupted by the woman in the bed. "It's okay, he's the father." She smiled softly. "Brian, you missed nothing. It was painful and horrible and you wouldn't have wanted to be here. But look." She titled the bundle in his direction and his eyes lay on his daughter for the first time and tears welled in his eyes - it was quite possibly the happiest moment of his life.
JULY TWENTY-SEVENTH 1991
"You're a big sister now Bobby." Her parents had made the effort to call her Bobby instead of her full name for about a year now - they knew that they had named her rather badly but that's what happened when it was tradition in the family to name the first born male and female after their paternal grandparents. "Are you excited?" Her father asked, a smile on his face - he was clearly excited to have his son home from the hospital, as well as his wife. The boy came out of the family tradition a lot better than poor Bobby - his name was Simon and that was a lot less awful than Roberta. The nineteen month old Bobby sat in silence, most likely thinking about what being a big sister meant for her. She had already been to the hospital to see her little brother and she had just started at the strange creature, her parents were curious as to how she was going to react to having that strange creature in her territory. The sound of a car pulling up in the driveway came through the open window and her father was on his feet and at the door in moments, he had the door open and ready to welcome the newcomer to the family home. There were hugs and kisses as Bobby's mother walked through the door, baby carrier in hand. It wasn't long before the baby carrier was on the floor in the middle of the living room, parents by it's side. "Come over Bobby, come say hello." Her mother said with a smile. It took her a few moments but soon she was by the baby carrier looking in at her baby brother's face. She stared for a few moments before raising her arm and hitting him in the face - he started crying immediately. "Oh my god, no Bobby. Don't do that, bad." Her mother scolded her while her father gave her a light smack on the arm.
SEPTEMBER SECOND 2000
Simon and Bobby sat on the floor of the living room, Bobby playing with her toys and Simon with his - the two of them rarely played together anymore. Their mother walked through the room on the phone three times before tossing the phone at the wall at a rather fast pace and letting herself fall onto the couch. "Mommy, where's daddy?" Bobby asked after a few moments. They hadn't seen their father for a few weeks - their mother had told them that he had gone away for a while but children were curious. There was near silence for a few moments - the silence only being ruined by the sound of Simon playing with his toy cars - before Bobby spoke up again. "Mommy?" He voice was small but the silence caused it to sound louder than it was. "He's gone away for a while sweetie, I told you." Their mother answered after a few more moments. "But where has he gone? Why didn't he say goodbye?" Her voice was full of curiosity and it was possible that there was small bit of hurt in there too. Their mother sighed, stood up and walked toward the kitchen where she paused at the door and turned back to her children. "Daddy fucked up and he's paying the price in jail." And she disappeared through the door and didn't return for at least half an hour and smelling of cigarettes and whiskey.
FEBRUARY TENTH 2005
They were in the car on the way to pick up their father. Today he was being released from prison. Everyone was nervous - Simon was somewhat excited because his dad was now a badass who had done time, he was not to be messed with. Bobby had mixed feelings, she was excited because she had always loved her father and had always enjoyed spending time with him and all that, but she was a little nervous because she hadn't seen him for four and a bit years and he had now done time and it scared her a little. But she had decided to come along anyway - their mother had given both of the children the option to come along or not. The drive was a long one and not only because they had a half an hour drive but because no-one spoke. When they arrived they waited where they were told to wait, all three of them stood together in silence. It wasn't long before a door was opened and then a gate to allow their father out. The three of them were full of mixed emotion. Amelia Sharp was putting on a strong face for her children and for her husband, she didn't want anyone to know what she was really feeling inside. Simon was, well we don't really know how he felt but it looked like he was trying his best to show excitement that he was only somewhat feeling. And bobby, well she had a smile on her face, it was genuine as she was happy to see her father after many years but inside she was nervous - what if he was a different man now, what if being locked away changed him in some way, what if they didn't have their bond anymore? As he walked toward them their eyes followed him, he stopped in front of them. "Family." He said, not letting his eyes fall from their eye level no matter how much he wanted them to. After a few moments his wife closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly while the children looked on. Once she let him go everyone could see the tears that soaked her cheeks, he even had some wetness in and under his eyes. His eyes soon left his wife and found themselves looking at his children. "Wow Simon, you've grown." He stated once he realised that no-one was going to speak. "And Bobby, you're beautiful." He smiled as he spoke and she mirrored his smile. She quickly closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you daddy." And she didn't let go for a good two minutes.
APRIL NINETEENTH 2009
The party was raging on, it was loud and there were people everywhere - the parents of the teens that out this party on were going to be mad when they saw the state of the living room, but of course the host was far too drunk to care at that point. Bobby was there, singing along to Alanis Morissette with a few friends, drink in hand. While taking a sip of said drink someone bumped into her - causing her drink to spill down her front. "Oh my god, I'm sorry." The person who bumped into her said as they started dabbing at the wet fabric with their jacket. Bobby stared at them for a few moment, a little confused as to why they'd stop and try to clean up their mess. "I uh, thanks." She finally said, looking down at her damn top with a slight frown. They stood there for a few minutes, drying her top as best as they could and then parted ways.
APRIL THIRTIETH 2009
She was late and she was worried. She had woken up half an hour after her alarm had failed to wake her and after a rushed shower, a quick makeup application and only half drying her hair before putting it up in a pony tail she was running down her street toward the bus stop so that she could make it to work on time. But it was too late and she stopped with a loud exclamation of "NO!" as she saw the last bus she could be on to not be late drive past the end of the street. Her knees almost gave way as she swayed slightly on her feet, she was going to be in trouble, she was already on a warning at her place of employment for slacking off while some friends of hers came into the store - she worked as a barista in a small coffee shop just off central park. She stood on the side of the road for a few minutes before slowly making her way to another coffee shop she knew that was near by her house - she lived a half hour bus ride away from her place of work - she knew that there was no point in trying to get to work, plus she wasn't really all that committed to the job anyway. As she was standing in line for coffee she let her thoughts run wild, which turned out to be a bad idea when she was suddenly hit with thoughts that were based around how am I going to afford to live now?! It was more or less a definite that she was going to lose her job now and well, a nineteen year old needed an income to live and she was not going to ask her family for funds, that was so far out of the question that she'd need a boat and a plane to get to it. She swayed on her feet slightly, but it was enough so that the person behind her grabbed her arm to steady her. "Are you okay?" An oddly familiar voice asked her. She turned to face a face that she had seen before, but couldn't place - maybe he was just someone she saw right here in this coffee shop often. "Ah, yes thanks. Just - I don't know. I'm fine." She spoke quickly and turned back to the front but was soon spoke to again by that familiar voice. "You're that girl. The one from the party the other night." The guy was smiling, apparently this was a happy moment for him. "I, um, what?" It was safe to say that Bobby was a little confused. "We bumped into one another and spilt your drink and then we did our best to dry it, you know." She blinked a few times before speaking once more - this time she remembered. "Oh, oooohh! You're that guy, of course you are. Sorry, wow. Hi." She was a little flustered, she wasn't used to seeing people that she briefly met at a party in her local coffee shop. The smile stayed on his face, "How've you been?" He spoke like they were a part of some kind of friendship - though they weren't. I, uh, I've been good. You?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she spoke while also making sure she knew when the line was moving. "Yeah, I've been good." He shrugged his shoulders before quickly gesturing toward the front of the line. "You're up." She turned quickly and with a small chuckle aimed at the girl behind the counter she quickly closed the distance between her and said counter. There she placed her coffee and toasted sandwich and waited off to the side - where the guy joined her not too long after. The two of them sat down once they had their items and chatted for a good hour before going their separate ways, with one another's phone numbers.
AUGUST FIFTEENTH 2012
Four women were in the room, all dressed in the same dress - well all but one who was in her wedding dress. "Fuck, I'm nervous Rachel." Said Bobby - the one in the wedding dress. The girl that was closest to her grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly. "Bobby, you'll do fine." Bobby let out a small sigh. "I know, but you know me." The one called Rachel smiled, "I sure do. But this is the happiest day of your life, there's nothing to worry about." There was a few moments of silence before Bobby let out a deep sigh and shook her head softly "No, no, you're right. There's nothing for me to worry about." She let out another sigh and ran her hands over her dress to make sure everything was in place. "Shall we ladies." She spoke with a slightly more confident voice - though it was still a little shaky and it was clear that she was still quite nervous. But despite that she went on with the day and nothing went awry. It was most definitely the happiest day of her life and something she will never forget.
NOVEMBER TWENTY SEVENTH 2014
The drive home was long - not because of the distance because it wasn't really that far but because of what was going on in Bobby's head. She had just come from the doctors, he had called her a few days before and asked if she could come in because he wanted to speak to her in person about certain test results. She was worried before she went - she was undergoing tests for ovarian cancer and well, one would worry in that situation. When she walked into that room she saw the look on her doctor's face and well, she knew that all the tests had come back saying that she had it. It had taken all her effort to not fall on the floor right there in tears. She was in there for two and a half hours, discussing what she wanted to do and when she had said that she definitely wanted to go ahead with treatment they discussed what they could do there. After everything had been discussed and she had an okay idea about what was going to happen she left - but no without a pile of information and such. She was due to have surgery to remove one of her ovaries and the tumour in two weeks and then she would start chemotherapy after that. Basically the whole drive home was her mind running over all the possible things that could go wrong - mainly focusing on the fact that treatment might not work and she could die. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell her husband - they'd been married for two years now and had been having talks about having children and well there wasn't much chance of her being able to have children after this. After she had parked the car she sat in it for five minutes before making her way up to the apartment - the two had moved into her apartment a year before they were married and had lived there ever since. That night they talked about her cancer and the future of their family.
JANUARY SECOND 2015
Bobby sat in front of her full length mirror - she had brought a chair in from the dining area. She was getting ready to leave the apartment and see her husband - soon to be ex-husband. They had been so happy until she had told him about the cancer, he had stayed for about two weeks before leaving - he told her one night after she had returned from the doctor. That night she had spent it's entirety on the floor of the living room in a ball wrapped in a blanket watching television - or well staring at a television and taking in nothing that was happening. She had done her best to push that night from her memory, but sometimes it still came back. She looked at herself in the mirror and with a small smile lifted her arms up and put this day's choice of hair on. When she had started chemotherapy her hair had begun to fall out so she shaved it all off and started wearing wigs - today it was a light turquoise one that came to her shoulders. She was a fan of the many different choices of wigs there were and was considering keeping it shaved so she could keep wearing them all. With a sigh she stood up, adjusted her top and put her jacket on - it was a cold New York day out and a jacket was most definitely needed. A few moments passed and she was checking her bag for everything she needed and was out the door, making her way to meet up with the man who broke her heart not one month before.
LILY ALLEN - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY HAYLEY
