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Devilla-Roche
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2013
- Location
- Norway
Introduction...
On that fatal night, Devilla received the call from the hospital regarding her sister’s death. Somehow, she wasn’t in any shock after speaking to the nurse who had asked she come to the hospital by morning. Devilla had been estranged from her sister, Ruth, which was unfortunate since they were the only family that they had. A falling out of sorts happened about eight years ago and they haven’t spoken since they last saw each other.
When Devilla came down to the hospital, she found out from the doctor that Ruth, had been in the car accident. The weather was terrible that night, what with all the rain and wind, it was gearing up to be one of the worst nor’easters on record. Ruth was with her husband Ted. They had been out, probably having dinner. While driving home, they had encountered a truck, who’s driver had lost control of the vehicle, and slammed into the side of the car. According to the police report, Ted attempted to steer out of the way, but to no avail, the truck still made contact of the vehicle. Ted died instantly and Ruth was dead on arrival to the hospital due to all of the internal injuries she sustained.
Devilla was very matter-of-fact about the whole event and quickly had to make all the arrangements to have both bodies taken to a funeral home suggested by one of the nurses in the hospital. Ted, ironically, was an only child, his parents were both deceased so the responsibility fell on Devilla to go to Ruth’s house and find Christopher, their sixteen year old son and tell him the horrible news that befell his parents.
Devilla stayed at Ruth’s house for the next couple of days, until both Ted and Ruth were laid out at the funeral home and buried at St. Mary’s Cemetery on the outskirts of town.
Devilla took a look at Christopher, who was sort of on the thin side, was of average height, and wore his blonde hair long. In some ways he looked typical teenager, but was rather soft spoken and shy. His voice had not lowered in pitch and sounded feminine. That seemed odd to Devilla.
Aunt Devilla did her best to console Christopher, and it was difficult for the boy to understand what had happened to his parents. To have the two most important people in his life now gone – in the blink of an eye. Well, it was surreal, as if he had woken up to some sort of nightmare.
After the burial, Devilla made the decision to take Christopher back home with her. She knew that such a change for the boy would be very difficult, but she did not want him to be taken by the State – that would be even a worse fate for Christopher. So she sat him down and had a heart to heart discussion with him.
He did not give Devilla any argument. He did not fight her like a typical teenager would. Christopher realized that he did not have such a luxury and knew that Auntie Devilla was his only family. He understood that she had to go back home and, even though a move from the city to rural life would be another thing that he would have to accept. He certainly did not want to be cared for by the State, or live with some couple who would be his foster parents.
Devilla had him pack up a couple of bags and off they went. The three hour car ride was uneventful. Not much was said between the two, although Christopher thought about his parents. At times he looked over at Devilla and thought about memories with her from the past.
On that fatal night, Devilla received the call from the hospital regarding her sister’s death. Somehow, she wasn’t in any shock after speaking to the nurse who had asked she come to the hospital by morning. Devilla had been estranged from her sister, Ruth, which was unfortunate since they were the only family that they had. A falling out of sorts happened about eight years ago and they haven’t spoken since they last saw each other.
When Devilla came down to the hospital, she found out from the doctor that Ruth, had been in the car accident. The weather was terrible that night, what with all the rain and wind, it was gearing up to be one of the worst nor’easters on record. Ruth was with her husband Ted. They had been out, probably having dinner. While driving home, they had encountered a truck, who’s driver had lost control of the vehicle, and slammed into the side of the car. According to the police report, Ted attempted to steer out of the way, but to no avail, the truck still made contact of the vehicle. Ted died instantly and Ruth was dead on arrival to the hospital due to all of the internal injuries she sustained.
Devilla was very matter-of-fact about the whole event and quickly had to make all the arrangements to have both bodies taken to a funeral home suggested by one of the nurses in the hospital. Ted, ironically, was an only child, his parents were both deceased so the responsibility fell on Devilla to go to Ruth’s house and find Christopher, their sixteen year old son and tell him the horrible news that befell his parents.
Devilla stayed at Ruth’s house for the next couple of days, until both Ted and Ruth were laid out at the funeral home and buried at St. Mary’s Cemetery on the outskirts of town.
Devilla took a look at Christopher, who was sort of on the thin side, was of average height, and wore his blonde hair long. In some ways he looked typical teenager, but was rather soft spoken and shy. His voice had not lowered in pitch and sounded feminine. That seemed odd to Devilla.
Aunt Devilla did her best to console Christopher, and it was difficult for the boy to understand what had happened to his parents. To have the two most important people in his life now gone – in the blink of an eye. Well, it was surreal, as if he had woken up to some sort of nightmare.
After the burial, Devilla made the decision to take Christopher back home with her. She knew that such a change for the boy would be very difficult, but she did not want him to be taken by the State – that would be even a worse fate for Christopher. So she sat him down and had a heart to heart discussion with him.
He did not give Devilla any argument. He did not fight her like a typical teenager would. Christopher realized that he did not have such a luxury and knew that Auntie Devilla was his only family. He understood that she had to go back home and, even though a move from the city to rural life would be another thing that he would have to accept. He certainly did not want to be cared for by the State, or live with some couple who would be his foster parents.
Devilla had him pack up a couple of bags and off they went. The three hour car ride was uneventful. Not much was said between the two, although Christopher thought about his parents. At times he looked over at Devilla and thought about memories with her from the past.
