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Come Turning of the Tide	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 6911 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: SORRY!!! School sucks! Don't be mad?

“Johnny?” Vanessa was standing on the stairs, wearing a silky pink robe. It ended at her knees and didn’t cover the swell of her breasts. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“In a minute.” Johnny told her. She put a hand on her hip.

“I do not want to wait a minute! I want you to come to bed right now. How long has it been since I’ve seen you? You’d almost think you weren’t excited to see me, Johnny.” She sounded half playful, half fearful.

“I am excited to see you.” Johnny assured her. He didn’t tell her everything else he wanted to say. Didn’t tell her that he would have liked to see Charity better, that he was excited because it would make his children happy. He wasn’t pleased to see her because he had missed her.

“Come on up to bed soon.” Vanessa turned and walked up the stairs, making sure to let her ass shake as she did so.

Johnny groaned and covered his eyes with his hands. This was not the place he wanted to be right now. He knew now that a life with Vanessa was not a life that he was meant to be living. He paced the length of the living room.

Two days ago, if you had asked him what he needed to solve his problems, he would have told you Vanessa. If only she came back, everything would be better again. He needed her, he loved her. She was the key to everything. She was the one that haunted his every thought.

But now that she was back, he didn’t want her. He, of course, wanted Charity. He needed her.

Do you? He thought to himself. Do you really need her? Or are you just wanting her because she’s gone now? You would have jumped for joy at the thought of Vanessa just forty eight hours ago. Maybe your heart is just fickle.

Johnny dropped back down on the couch. Earlier that night, he had watched Vanessa putting the kids to bed. He had watched her not sit on the edge of Lily-Rose’s bed to read her a story. He had watched her not check under Jack’s bed to chase away the monsters. All she had done was stiffly kiss the children good night and flounce off to their room, presumably to get ready in the skimpy little robe.

Charity had always done those things. Charity kissed them goodnight, hugged them, and told them how much she loved them. Johnny came and kissed them after Charity, and they were smiling and comfortable, ready to sleep.

When he came in after Vanessa, both of the children were sitting up in bed, frowning. Johnny had had to read Lily-Rose a story and double check under Jack’s bed. Jack lay on his side, looking tearful.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked, stroking his son’s hair.

“Maman doesn’t check under my bed the way Charity does. The monsters could get me.” He sniffled.

“But I checked under your bed. Nothing’s going to get you, I promise.” Johnny kissed the top of his son’s head.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah?” Johnny turned around with his hand still on the light switch.

“When is Charity coming back?” he sounded so hopefully. Johnny bit his lip.

“She isn’t. We don’t need her anymore. We’ve got Maman back to take care of you when Daddy’s away.” He explained.

“But I don’t want Maman. I want Charity!” Jack pulled the blankets over his head and started to cry. Johnny made to move over to him, to hush his son, but then thought better of it.

Why shouldn’t Jack be upset? He had loved Charity, and now she was gone. He should have the right to miss her. If he needed a few tears to get himself to sleep without her, then he was allowed. Johnny cross the room and kissed his crying little boy one more.

“I want her too, Jack.”

And now here he was, sitting on the couch in his living room. His wife was waiting for him upstairs, and his nanny was all the way across town. Johnny knew who he wanted, knew where he wanted to be. And he also knew where he was supposed to be. With a wince, he pulled himself up off the couch. It was time to get upstairs to Vanessa.

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Johnny woke up early the next morning. As usual, he was curled up on his side of the bed, all the way at the extreme edge. It wasn’t like sleeping with Charity where he could curl up close to her, wind his arms around her and kiss her. Vanessa, even in sleep, seemed to radiate the need for space.

Johnny slipped out of bed. He needed to go and get breakfast for the children still. Vanessa wouldn’t, and now there was no Charity to do it for him. He started the water boiling for some oatmeal and went up to wake up his children.

Lily-Rose woke up easy and padded off to go wash her face and brush her teeth and hair. When Johnny went into Jack’s room, it was dead silent. This wasn’t normal for the little boy. He was normally the first one up and would play by himself in his room.

But the room was still dark. The blankets were still a mess on the bed. Jack always liked to try and tug them into place. Johnny frowned and went to the bed.

“Jack, it’s time to wake up.” He said softly. There was no movement from the pile of blankets on the bed. “Jack, I’m making oatmeal, and you can put cinnamon in it.” Still no response. He must have been sick.
“Jack, talk to me.” He reached to pull the blanket back.

But there was no Jack.

Okay, he must have been hiding. Johnny knew even as he thought this that it wasn’t true. Jack was the worst at hiding. He’d always start giggling and give himself away. But Johnny still checked under the bed, in the closet, behind the curtains, and any other place in the room a little boy could have been.

He wasn’t downstairs. Johnny would have seen him. He knew in that instant that his son was gone. Johnny felt dizzy as he sat down on the carpet of Jack’s room.

What the hell was he going to do?
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