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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: Aaack, school! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! I am dreadfully tired, so I hope you'll like this.
...It might be the last chapter.

“What do you mean, Jack’s gone?” Vanessa sat up in bed, waiting for s someone to bring her coffee. Johnny wasn’t sure who she was expecting to do that. He had no household employees now that Charity was gone.

“I mean that Jack is not in his bed, he is not in the bathroom, he is not in Lily-Rose’s room, he is not in the house, and I don’t know where he went.” Johnny explained tightly.

He wasn’t trying to sound upset or mad towards his wife. He was just incredibly frightened that something awful had happened to his son. He couldn’t imagine a world without his son. A million scenarios ran through his head, and each more horrible than the last.

“Johnny, relax. Where would he possibly go? He probably tried to get to the park.” Vanessa yawned.

“He couldn’t have! That would have been crossing the street on his own!” Johnny closed his eyes. Okay, so maybe a pervert hadn’t gotten to his son, but possibly he was being peeled off the L.A pavement.

“Johnny, relax! He’s never run away before, all kids do it.” Vanessa blinked.

“Vanessa, this isn’t like France. We aren’t surrounded by people to take care of him. You can’t just turn off when you decide you don’t want to be a parent anymore. Do you understand that?” he felt exasperated. He thudded down the stairs. Lily-Rose popped out of her room, curious, and when he did not stop for her, she crept into Vanessa’s room.

“Would you be a darling and go and get Maman some coffee?” he heard his wife say.

How could she be so uncaring? Did she not understand that their child was missing? Anything was possible! There was no ransom note, and so he could only assume something else had happened. Just as he was reaching for the phone, there was a knock on the door.

**

I couldn’t sleep all that night. When the sun finally came up, I got up from my bed and pulled on a jacket. I hadn’t bothered to even get into my pajamas. I tip toed out of the house.

Even in LA, the early morning is crisp and empty. I shoved my hands in my pocket and looked at the dew clinging to the filthy wrought iron fence around the front of my building. The dew looked so sparkling clean. It didn’t belong there, and would be gone in a few hours anyway.

I kept walking. Not even the panhandlers were going to be out this early. The sun had turned the sky a sickly shade of gray. You never got pretty sunrises here in the City of Angels. I was tempted to lie in the middle of the sidewalk to watch the sky turn that bleached out shade of blue. I wanted to see if I could feel the world coming to life underneath me.

But of course, I wouldn’t even be on the ground. I would be on that concrete, feeling it against my back. And concrete could not come back to life, because it was never alive in the first place. It was a thought I didn’t think I could tackle just then, so I pushed it away from my head.

I walked aimlessly, watching the city come alive around me. The Starbucks were just opening up. I stood and watched one for a moment. The pre-dawn hours were not the clashing of day and night, to me. This was. This was the time when the third shift workers came wandered in for a last cup of coffee and to rehash their day. This was when the day workers stumbled in for a cup to wake them, to sit around and convince themselves that being awake really was a good thing.

I kept walking the glittering streets, watching people come and collect their papers, pack children into cars to be taken to day care and baby sitters. There was an ache in my heart. I should have been at Johnny’s should have been making Jack and Lily-Rose their breakfast. I should have been with that family. I knew that was where I belonged.

Except Vanessa disagreed. And of course, there was no way Johnny would ever leave her. There was no way that he could. I didn’t want to be a home wrecker, either. I didn’t want people to think that I had seduced him, that I had chased away his wife to be with the movie star.

I would have destroyed Johnny’s family whether or not he had been a star. I still would have felt this burning want for him, would still have needed to be with him. After a little while, I found I just could not bring myself to walk any further, I was in a place not unfamiliar. Not as surprised as I could have been, I found myself at the park not far from their house.

I sat down on a bench and looked at the still-wet equipment. In just a little while, the children would come. Their voices would fill the silence, and I would find myself too overwhelmed and have to leave. But for now I could stay.

And then I heard the sniffling.

“Hello?” I called cautiously. “Is somebody there?” the sniffling stopped. I looked towards the pipes the children played in. More than likely the person was in there. I knew I had to go over and see who it was. It could have been an ill homeless person, or a child.

“I-I want,” the little voice gasped desperately. “I-I want.” He didn’t seem to be able to get anything else out.

“We’ll find your mommy, I promise.” I knelt down in an opening and peered in. “Come on out. I won’t hurt you.”

There was a scurrying, and filthy, tear streaked child came hurrying out. I found myself with my arms full of… Jack.

“Jack!” I cried. “What are you doing here?” he was still in his Batman pajamas.

“Charity! Charity, I knew you’d find me. You love me; you’d never leave me, not really. I just knew that you’d come and get me.” He buried his dirty face in my neck.

“How did you get out here? Is your daddy or mommy here? Where’s Lily-Rose?” I looked around. There was no one else at the park. All was still and empty. Jack pulled back his face and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. I noticed then the goose bumps on his flesh and wrapped him up in my jacket.

“I left the house.” He said simply.

“What do you mean, you left the house?”

“Maman and Daddy were asleep, so I got out of bed and decided that I wanted to talk to you and ask you to come back. But I didn’t know your phone number, so I couldn’t call you. So I decided that I would walk there.”

“Jack, honey, you were asleep when we drove to my house. You couldn’t remember where I lived.”

“Well, yes, but I woke up on the way home. So I remember the way from my house!” he beamed at me. “But when I got outside, it was so dark. I only got as far as the park before I was too tired to go any more. And I couldn’t see in the dark anyway. So I decided to sleep here.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to shake the boy or hug him. It was adorable and terrifying at the same time. I burst into tears and hugged the boy tight to me.

“Don’t worry, Charity. I found you, I found you. Now you can come back and take care of me. There were monsters under my bed last night, and Maman doesn’t chase them away like you do. I couldn’t have slept there anyway.” Jack kissed my cheek.
“Don’t cry Charity. I found you.”

“Jack,” I pulled my face away from him. “Do you understand that you ran away from home in the middle of the night in Los Angeles? Anything could have happened to you! Your parents will be worried sick!”

“They aren’t even awake.” Jack shrugged. “Charity, can’t I go and stay with you?”

“No, sweetheart.”

“But I love you.” Tears filled his eyes again. “I was crying for you this morning when you came. I love you, can’t you come back.”

“No,” I whispered, my heart breaking. He began to sob, and so I picked him up, still wrapped in my coat. I walked in my filthy clothes, clutching an armful of crying child. I carried him straight to his father’s door.

***

“Oh thank God!” Johnny gasped when he saw Charity, clutching his son. He reached for him, but Jack shied way from him, clutching the nanny’s shirt.

“No! You made Charity go away.”

“Jack---,” Johnny didn’t know what to say. Charity knelt down and set down his son.

“Jack, you’ve scared your Daddy. You need to go inside.” She wiped his face.

“But you’ll leave again.” He whimpered. Charity nodded.

“Not because I want to, Jack. Because I have to. Sometimes we all have to do things we don’t want to. Please, I need you to go inside with your parents.” Jack was crying, but he nodded. He kissed the nanny and headed upstairs.

“Charity, thank you. I--,” Johnny began. Charity stood up and shook her head sharply.

“Don’t worry about it. I love him. I would die if anything bad happened to him. Just… Watch him a little more carefully, okay?”

“Of course. Listen,” he messed with his hair. “I didn’t want--.” He was cut off by a very pointed and false yawn. Vanessa came traipsing down the stairs, in a long silk dressing gown that covered her chest.

“I hear our little wanderer is back. Oh, hello!” she feigned surprise at seeing Charity. “Whatever could you be doing here? Come to collect your pay check?”

“I was returning your son.” Charity said flatly.

“Well, did you take him?”

“No. He was in the park. All night long.” She was grinding her teeth, Johnny could tell.

“Oh,” Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “See, Johnny love? I told you he was somewhere. Nothing to worry about. Well, Chastity--,”

“Charity,”

“Clarity. Thanks for bringing him back. We could have done it on our own. I suppose you’ll be wanting a reward.”

“I don’t want anything of yours.” Charity turned and walked away, holding her coat in one hand. Johnny shrugged his wife off of him and raced after her, clad only in pajama bottoms.

“Wait!” she stopped and waited. “Please don’t leave like this.”

“I don’t have a choice.” The girl swallowed. “I wish she hadn’t ever come back. I know that makes me a bad person, but I liked it better when it was just you and me and the children. It felt so right.”

“I know.” Johnny wanted to push her hair back from her eyes. “I wish she hadn’t come back either, Charity.”

“I can’t come back as long as she’s still your wife.” There was heartbreak and misery in her eyes. Johnny could only nod. Of course she was right. Charity was so very rarely wrong.

“I know. Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly. Charity stood before him, dirty and wrinkled, her hair slightly nodded and glowing a little bit under the morning sunlight. And she nodded, once slowly.

“Please do. Kiss me good bye.” Her voice broke just a little bit at the end. Charity turned to him and turned up her face. Johnny pressed their lips together, feeling the love streaming through him. He couldn’t believe he was letting her slip away from him. But what could they do. Charity broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to his for only one second before turning and walking down the driveway.

Johnny watched her going, feeling like she had ripped his heart out and was taking it with her. It was only Vanessa calling to him that made him turn around and walk back inside. The distance stretched between them, far enough that they could both feel a pain in their chest because of it.
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