Authors Note- Sequel is here. I just wanted to thank everyone who read and reviewed Ending Where It Started. We thought that that ending was a appropriate place to end that part of their lives. Pick up in a new spot. Happier maybe? Well for one maybe, you be the judgle. I also wanted to say I won't be able to update till Monday- Tuesday, there is a slight possiblitiy I will get to update tomorrow. But it is not certain. This is Liby's chapter. Its great, a great start. hope you like it.
I kick off my heels as I head up the padded carpet steps to my balcony. The view here is absolutely amazing. I throw my jacket on a chair, and shake my shirt loose from my waist. I would change out of this skirt, but I'm too lazy. That would require work I dont' think I can perform. I open my balcony door and walk forward, sinking into the soft cotton material of the padding. God, it's beautiful out here. The sun slowly sets upon the dark green forests, the homes begin to light up one by one. I take a sip of my wine cooler, letting the sweetness pass down my throat. Congratulations, Abby. You've made it one year. I'm so glad. Its been an experience. The hospital I'm working at is a private one, which means more of the doctors are there for show. I have my usual patients, considering I switched to psychology. I have to dress in suits and look professional. I like it. I feel more alive, but trapped at the same time. My office overlooks the river, my patients all have minimal problems. The work load is light, the pay check is high, and my life is slowly setting into place. All I need now is a husband. I have the dog. Maggie got me a dog. She said she was afraid of me being alone, so she got me a hundred and thirty pound German Shepard. As if I really needed all that extra weight. We've gotten along great though, he's a better boyfriend than I've had all my life. I've taught him how to clean. I'm resourceful. I kick my feet up onto the table, and sink deeper into the seat. Sirius lays next to me, and I swing my hand over and let it dangle so I can scratch behind his ears. Liz named him for me. She's got this really weird obsession with Harry Potter. I don't know what to make out of it. I liked the name, so I kept it. Sirius doesn't mind too much either.
"Looks like its just you and me tonight."
He looks up at me, his ears pop up and his mouth drops open. I think I'll take him for a walk by the river in a few minutes. I just need to get my sanity back for a second. I run my hand through my hair, and grab a rubber band from my wrist. I wrap my hair into a ponytail and tighten it. Okay. Let's go sweetheart. I plop my feet back down on the floor and make my way towards my bedroom. I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. I'll probably take a sweater just in case. Sirius waits outside the door as I change, and as soon as I call him in, he's waiting for me by the door, leash in mouth. I take it from him and clip it around his neck. He starts to pull me down the stairs. We make it to the door and I set my alarm. I walk out, waving to one of my neighbours. The grass was cut today, and the flowers are in full bloom. I start a fast pace, of course I don't' really have an option with Siri. I make it to the trail, and I unhook him. Most of the people here are the usual, and they know me and my dog. I sound like the ideal woman of the twenty-first century. Abby Lockhart, MD, Psychology. University of Minnesota. All in one year. I have no clue how I've made it. I've only got about a year left on my PhD. I'm going to be Professor Abigail Lockhart. I hate my name. I start a jog and Siruis runs along my side. I hear my name being called from behind me, and I whip around.
"Hey Mitch."
He runs over to me, his face glistening with sweat. It only makes him look more attractive. I could definitely love to see more of that. He takes his headphones off, and wipes away some of the sweat with his shirt, revealing a glimpse of a perfect six pack. Sirius comes to my side. He doesn't like Mitch too much. I've heard that dogs can be good judges of character. I don't care at this moment. I need to find a guy. I've been alone long enough. His brown hair and eyes look exactly like Carters... Shit. Forget the past. You can't go back to that. He'll never take you.
"How are you?" I nod my head, giving him a small smile. He reaches for Siri, but he growls at him. I snap at him gentle and he goes off.
"I'm glad I caught you. There's a concert down at the park tomorrow, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me, and catch some dinner after?"
I shrug my shoulders. God I wish I could scream yes. I don't want to seem desperate.
"Can I get back to you? I don't know my schedule off the top of my head."He nods his head, walking the path with me.
"You know my number, give me a call." I nod my head, and watch as he puts his headphones back on his head. I watch him start running off towards the horizon, his perfect ass only being highlighted by the material. Thank god I did not decide to wash off my makeup. I hit my thigh, my signal for Siri that it's time to go home. He runs full sprint towards me and I begin to head back to the house. Some things change for the worse, but I think that this change has been for the better. I'm finally happy with my life. I might have run, but I'm never running again. I just need to slowly erase my past from memory. No more depressed, alcoholic Abby. This has been a new start for me. No links to the past. All have been erased.
I reach my home and go around back. I unleash Siri and let him run in the huge backyard. I have a white picket fence. Not by choice of course, but I do. I walk inside, and pull a bottle of water from the fridge. I check my pager, nothing. I walk over to the couch and plop down, throwing my feet up. I'm allowed to be lazy every so often. I pull my planner out and double check for tomorrow's "date". My schedule is not packed at all. I flip the television on and find some reality TV-show. I pull my shirt off, sitting simply in a black sports bra. The heat has been killer lately. I run my fingers over the scars still embedded on my stomach. One of the evil reminds of my accident. They will never leave me. I will have fun explaining those to my future husband. Or Mitch. I noticed the phone's messaging system blinking. I reach over and press the play button. Probably Maggie or Eric. No one else knows my house phone. My pager and cell are for my patients.
"Abby? It's John. I don't' want anything from you. I don't' even expect you to worry or care, but I think you should know something. I respect you enough for that. Sebastian was diagnosed with stage two Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia a week ago. His chances of survival aren't very promising at this point. He wants to see you."
The beep echoes through the entire house as his voice just did moments ago. The silence burns wholes right through me. I never thought I would hear from him again. I wish I hadn't heard from him again. It would have made everything a hell of a lot easier. I pick up the phone, flipping through the caller ID for his number. No. I put the phone back down. No. That part of my life is gone. Something that needs to be forgotten. I pick the phone back up. Damn it. I dial the number for my airline.
Review Responses
tars- Thanks. We thought it was appropriate to start a continuation to this fic.
ER-Carby-Luva- Thanks, but you never know what's going to happen in the sequel. But there is a sequel so that has to say something.
Selphie- Well hmm... Coming back would be a good thing for her to do I think lol.
Alex- The sequel's going to be interesting, we have 6 chapters written, so I'm not exactly sure where all this is going yet.
mandi- Heh, Maddie is changing her ways. You don't really see much of her for a little though :(
FallenAngel- Yay, we like reviewers lol. I don't know, I don't think I have talented, I always find fault in my writing. But I think Liby is an amazing author, one of the best on FF.net, but she doesn't think she is haha. You're probably great too... Have you written anything?
fiery red-haired girl- YAY Sequels here lol.
CherryFaery- Well we have only written six chapters, so I'm not sure how things will go yet. We don't usually plan what we write, we just write it lol.
I kick off my heels as I head up the padded carpet steps to my balcony. The view here is absolutely amazing. I throw my jacket on a chair, and shake my shirt loose from my waist. I would change out of this skirt, but I'm too lazy. That would require work I dont' think I can perform. I open my balcony door and walk forward, sinking into the soft cotton material of the padding. God, it's beautiful out here. The sun slowly sets upon the dark green forests, the homes begin to light up one by one. I take a sip of my wine cooler, letting the sweetness pass down my throat. Congratulations, Abby. You've made it one year. I'm so glad. Its been an experience. The hospital I'm working at is a private one, which means more of the doctors are there for show. I have my usual patients, considering I switched to psychology. I have to dress in suits and look professional. I like it. I feel more alive, but trapped at the same time. My office overlooks the river, my patients all have minimal problems. The work load is light, the pay check is high, and my life is slowly setting into place. All I need now is a husband. I have the dog. Maggie got me a dog. She said she was afraid of me being alone, so she got me a hundred and thirty pound German Shepard. As if I really needed all that extra weight. We've gotten along great though, he's a better boyfriend than I've had all my life. I've taught him how to clean. I'm resourceful. I kick my feet up onto the table, and sink deeper into the seat. Sirius lays next to me, and I swing my hand over and let it dangle so I can scratch behind his ears. Liz named him for me. She's got this really weird obsession with Harry Potter. I don't know what to make out of it. I liked the name, so I kept it. Sirius doesn't mind too much either.
"Looks like its just you and me tonight."
He looks up at me, his ears pop up and his mouth drops open. I think I'll take him for a walk by the river in a few minutes. I just need to get my sanity back for a second. I run my hand through my hair, and grab a rubber band from my wrist. I wrap my hair into a ponytail and tighten it. Okay. Let's go sweetheart. I plop my feet back down on the floor and make my way towards my bedroom. I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. I'll probably take a sweater just in case. Sirius waits outside the door as I change, and as soon as I call him in, he's waiting for me by the door, leash in mouth. I take it from him and clip it around his neck. He starts to pull me down the stairs. We make it to the door and I set my alarm. I walk out, waving to one of my neighbours. The grass was cut today, and the flowers are in full bloom. I start a fast pace, of course I don't' really have an option with Siri. I make it to the trail, and I unhook him. Most of the people here are the usual, and they know me and my dog. I sound like the ideal woman of the twenty-first century. Abby Lockhart, MD, Psychology. University of Minnesota. All in one year. I have no clue how I've made it. I've only got about a year left on my PhD. I'm going to be Professor Abigail Lockhart. I hate my name. I start a jog and Siruis runs along my side. I hear my name being called from behind me, and I whip around.
"Hey Mitch."
He runs over to me, his face glistening with sweat. It only makes him look more attractive. I could definitely love to see more of that. He takes his headphones off, and wipes away some of the sweat with his shirt, revealing a glimpse of a perfect six pack. Sirius comes to my side. He doesn't like Mitch too much. I've heard that dogs can be good judges of character. I don't care at this moment. I need to find a guy. I've been alone long enough. His brown hair and eyes look exactly like Carters... Shit. Forget the past. You can't go back to that. He'll never take you.
"How are you?" I nod my head, giving him a small smile. He reaches for Siri, but he growls at him. I snap at him gentle and he goes off.
"I'm glad I caught you. There's a concert down at the park tomorrow, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me, and catch some dinner after?"
I shrug my shoulders. God I wish I could scream yes. I don't want to seem desperate.
"Can I get back to you? I don't know my schedule off the top of my head."He nods his head, walking the path with me.
"You know my number, give me a call." I nod my head, and watch as he puts his headphones back on his head. I watch him start running off towards the horizon, his perfect ass only being highlighted by the material. Thank god I did not decide to wash off my makeup. I hit my thigh, my signal for Siri that it's time to go home. He runs full sprint towards me and I begin to head back to the house. Some things change for the worse, but I think that this change has been for the better. I'm finally happy with my life. I might have run, but I'm never running again. I just need to slowly erase my past from memory. No more depressed, alcoholic Abby. This has been a new start for me. No links to the past. All have been erased.
I reach my home and go around back. I unleash Siri and let him run in the huge backyard. I have a white picket fence. Not by choice of course, but I do. I walk inside, and pull a bottle of water from the fridge. I check my pager, nothing. I walk over to the couch and plop down, throwing my feet up. I'm allowed to be lazy every so often. I pull my planner out and double check for tomorrow's "date". My schedule is not packed at all. I flip the television on and find some reality TV-show. I pull my shirt off, sitting simply in a black sports bra. The heat has been killer lately. I run my fingers over the scars still embedded on my stomach. One of the evil reminds of my accident. They will never leave me. I will have fun explaining those to my future husband. Or Mitch. I noticed the phone's messaging system blinking. I reach over and press the play button. Probably Maggie or Eric. No one else knows my house phone. My pager and cell are for my patients.
"Abby? It's John. I don't' want anything from you. I don't' even expect you to worry or care, but I think you should know something. I respect you enough for that. Sebastian was diagnosed with stage two Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia a week ago. His chances of survival aren't very promising at this point. He wants to see you."
The beep echoes through the entire house as his voice just did moments ago. The silence burns wholes right through me. I never thought I would hear from him again. I wish I hadn't heard from him again. It would have made everything a hell of a lot easier. I pick up the phone, flipping through the caller ID for his number. No. I put the phone back down. No. That part of my life is gone. Something that needs to be forgotten. I pick the phone back up. Damn it. I dial the number for my airline.
Review Responses
tars- Thanks. We thought it was appropriate to start a continuation to this fic.
ER-Carby-Luva- Thanks, but you never know what's going to happen in the sequel. But there is a sequel so that has to say something.
Selphie- Well hmm... Coming back would be a good thing for her to do I think lol.
Alex- The sequel's going to be interesting, we have 6 chapters written, so I'm not exactly sure where all this is going yet.
mandi- Heh, Maddie is changing her ways. You don't really see much of her for a little though :(
FallenAngel- Yay, we like reviewers lol. I don't know, I don't think I have talented, I always find fault in my writing. But I think Liby is an amazing author, one of the best on FF.net, but she doesn't think she is haha. You're probably great too... Have you written anything?
fiery red-haired girl- YAY Sequels here lol.
CherryFaery- Well we have only written six chapters, so I'm not sure how things will go yet. We don't usually plan what we write, we just write it lol.