After hanging up the phone with Perry Lois had barricaded herself in the guest room where Clark had fallen asleep and finally allowed herself to cry. She sat on the floor by the door, rocking herself quietly as the tears fell one by one. Trask was gone. The man that had terrorized her and Clark’s parents for over twenty-four hours that dreadful night….The man that had faked her fiancé’s death….The man that had stolen everything from her….He was gone. Why didn’t she feel relief? She felt cheated. She felt betrayed. She would never see justice for what that man had done to them. Clark would never see justice.
They may be cheated of justice, but at least they don't have to fear Trask anymore. Luthor (and the President of the United States) on the other hand ...
His voice echoed around her as she forced herself to continue, certain that if she waited too long he’d get his hopes up before she dashed them to pieces. “He died,” She whispered hoarsely.
“Wha…What??”
She could feel his body stiffen against her as she continued, blinking back tears. “He was born a month early, but he seemed fine. Everything seemed fine. Then one night I put him to bed in his crib and he…never….ne..ver…..wo…ke…..woke…up…” She cried.
She expected him to pull away from her…to run. Blame her. Yell. Something. He just laid there in shock, holding her against him, “Oh, God…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back the wave of emotions that she was sure he was struggling with after what she’d just told him. “A…son?” His voice cracked and she winced as if she’d just been beaten.
“I’m so….so….sorry…” She cried. “I did….every…everything….they to…ld…told…me. I don’t…..know…wha…”
“Lo..is,” His voice squeaked on the last syllable as he fought to keep himself from betraying the emotions he was holding in.
She’d done it. Told him the horrible truth that had been her life for the last four years. She prepared herself for the inevitable. He would hate her. He would blame her. She hated herself every day. She’d begged and pleaded God to take her instead that morning when she’d found her perfect angel unresponsive that morning.
“Please forgive me,” She pleaded, burying her face against his chest as she cried, squinting her eyes shut as she prepared herself for the worst.
“Forgive you for what?” He asked, uncertainly, rolling over on his side so she was forced to look at him.
“I wasn’t a good…mother….” She cried. “I didn’t pro….protect him. I was ASLEEP when he was….”
“No, no, no,” He shook his head, pulling him to her. “I’m sure you did….EVERYTHING… you… could,” His voice was still shaky and she could feel the uneasiness of his embrace.
“I didn’t hear him,” She cried. “I don’t understand how I could NOT hear him….”
“Maybe….he….didn’t…make…a…noise…” He said uneasily.
“I’m so sorry, Clark,” She cried, leaning against him. He tightened his arms around her, holding her to him as she cried. She could feel his body shake against hers uncontrollably as he finally gave into the emotions he’d been holding back. She reached up, wrapping her arms around him and holding him against her chest as he cried.
So sad ...
