One morning Rhiannon was reading the days paper when a headline stood out to her.
Bennett Gilbert released on parole
Rhiannon gasped, forgetting how to breath momentarily. She then quickly read the rest of the article.
Bennett Gilbert, murderer of three women and suspected of a third, is to be released into Riverview on parole for good behaviour.
Mr Gilbert was imprisoned twenty five years ago. He confessed to the murder of three of the four women he was accused of, including his wife, and claimed the other was an accident.
After his wifes’ death, his sister went to the police with evidence of the murder, and during a search of the home, they found the remains of three other women. After his imprisonment, Mr Gilberts daughter was left on the care of his sister.
There has been some resistance by the mayor of Riverview to let him live there, but after a lot of convincing by the Justice Minister it has finally been agreed upon.
Rhiannon was angry. She couldn’t believe the justice system in this country! He had only served one life sentence, surely he should serve more? He had killed four women, even if he did claim one of them was an accident!
And to release him to Riverview? Riverview, where she had moved to get away from the memories, the reminders!
Rhiannon gave it a lot of thought, and she knew what she had to do.
“Bridgeport Mens Prison.”
“Uh, hi. This probably sounds like a strange request, but would you be able to give me the address that Bennett Gilbert is being released to?”
“Look, lady, we don’t give out the addresses of ex prisoners without a good explanation. We know that some people will go and terrorise them when all they want is just to live the rest of their life in peace.”
“Would it help if I told you I’m his daughter?”
“I have to go speak to the warden.”
“Ms. Gilbert. Look, anyone can claim their his daughter. Would you be able to give us some identification?”
“Well, the thing is, I’m in Riverview. I can’t exactly go drive up to Bridgeport. I could fax my birth certificate over to you. Name: Rhiannon Gilbert, parents: Louise and Bennett Gilbert.”
“Faxing it over will be fine, miss. After you have, we will fax back his address and phone number. Have a nice day, Ms. Gilbert.”
After Rhiannon received the address through the fax machine, she went to talk to Ambrogio. He agreed to go see Bennett with her.
A week later they headed to Bennett’s new address.
As they reached the house, they saw an old lady walk out of the house. Ambrogio gasped next to Rhiannon.
“Ria,” he murmured, and walked over to her.
“Daddy,” the old woman said as Ambrogio pulled her into a hug.
“My darling daughter, dear Maria,” Ambrogio replied. Rhiannon then understood. This was her grandmother who had abandoned her father.
Maria then made her way over to Rhiannon.
“I hoped I would see you at least once. I have so much to say to you, so much. I wrote it down in a letter for you,” she said, handing Rhiannon an envelope. Rhiannon looked at it, then put it in her pocket.
“Um… thank you, I guess.”
Maria then pulled her granddaughter into a hug.
“Well, I expect you’re here to see Bennett, not me. I’ll be heading off now. Remember, I live just around the block from you if you ever want to see me,” Maria said to both Rhiannon and Ambrogio, and then she walked off.
Bennett was sitting at the kitchen table when they walked in.
“Poppa? Nonny?” he said when he saw them. Rhiannon winced when he called her by her nickname.
“How dare you call me that?” she yelled at him, “You, you killed my mother! You made my life a misery as I grew up! I was motherless, my father was in prison! You ruined my life!”
“Don’t even pretend to understand, Rhiannon! Did you ever think that your mother made my life a misery? That I was quite happy with my life until she came along, telling me she was pregnant? You look so much like her, how can I even be sure you’re my child?”
“Of course she is, Bennett!” Ambrogio said sharply from behind Rhiannon, “She has your eyes, Maria’s eyes, Rosanna’s eyes. She’s a Gilbert.” Rhiannon smiled despite herself.
“I never pretended to understand, Dad. I don’t even want to. All I know is that you killed my mother, and three other innocent women.”
“Nancy was an accident,” Bennett said, “She wanted me to turn her, but I took too much of her blood. I never wanted that to happen. I wanted her to be my wife.” Rhiannon was taken aback by the sorrow in her fathers voice.
“Out of the four women you killed, you only regret one of them. That’s not good enough,” Rhiannon said.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I am sorry for how things turned out for you. I do love you, Rhiannon. You’re my daughter-”
“A few seconds ago you were questioning if I was.”
“Not the point, Nonny. I never wanted your life to be miserable.”
“What did you expect, that my mother would die and I would be just fine and dandy? Even if you were never convicted, I would have still lost my mother.”
“I’m sorry,” Bennett said, “But I see my apology is wasted. You should probably go. I expect Nana is worried.”
“I should go home. See my husband and my beautiful children, who will grow up loved and adored, and grow up to be upstanding citizens and wonderful people. Yes, you’re a grandfather. And you will never meet your grandchildren.” Rhiannon said before walking out of the door.
“I was only here for her,” Ambrogio said before following her, “I’m sorry for the ways things turned out. I’m sorry for your parents deserting you, but Rose and I hoped that we had raised you well enough ourselves. We knew long ago that we didn’t, but we can’t change that now. Have a good life, Bennett.”
When Rhiannon got home, Harley was there to greet her.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“I love you,” Harley whispered, hugging her, “and your children love you. You don’t need him.”
“I love you, too. And the children, of course.”
They went back into the house together, Rhiannon looking forward to her years of peace and watching her children grow up.
AN~ And that, dear people, is the end of Rhiannon’s generation. Wrapping up three generations in one chapter is hard work, let me tell you. I debated for a couple of weeks whether I was actually going to have Ria in this chapter, or just have her mentioned. The letter would’ve been there no matter what.
What is in the letter, you may ask? Well… I have to have some mysteries, don’t I? All will be revealed… at some point.
This is also the longest Gilbert chapter, in terms of amount of words. That may have something to do with the fact that there was a newspaper article in it, though.
I do not know when the next chapter will be up. I broke my laptop screen last night (I’m using someone else’s computer), and though the crack is only in the top right hand corner, and I can still use it, it’s hard to play sims when you can’t see some of the screen.
At some point I will have a chapter between the end of Rhiannon’s gen and the start of Siobhan’s gen, with just some pictures of the years gone by, because waiting for Siobhan to grow up won’t be very interesting, story wise.
I just want to thank all my readers and commenters and ‘like’rs again. The Gilberts could not survive without your support. ❤