Ok guys trying something new. I've been kinda busy traveling and actually trying to have a life outside of FanFiction. This is something new and different, I am working on my sequel but this isn't it. Try to be open minded a bit about this one. Another roller coaster ride and for those who have read Life at a Million Miles and Hour I love long journey stories; so be prepared. I am actually gonna attempt to write this in regular narrative rather than play format like my other story but I'll see how long I can go without wanting to write plays again.
She rolled over and placed her hand where he was supposed to be. Instead of his chiseled chest, the cold emptiness of her bed was found.
She slowly opened her eyes with the hope that maybe he was just far away from her on her king sized bed.
She opened her eyes and gazed at the lonely scene before her.
Once again their family was 2nd to whatever he was doing.
This was the last straw.
How dare he use her and waltz in and out of her daughter's life.
She wiped the tears that had slowly made its way down her face and realize something needed to change.
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Come on Rylie, wake up.
What is it now, she answered in an annoyed way. Leave me alone Mom.
She looked up at the clock on her bed stand next to her pink feather boa.
Mom its only 6:27 in the morning, what the hell.
Ry, we're leaving. Come on pack you bags.
The 14 year old rose from her bed with worry on her face.
What's going on? Why do you look like you were crying?
I don't want to explain.
Mom, not again. We just got back here 6 months ago. We can't keep doing this every time he breaks your heart.
Ry, please don't do this to me.
Mom, every time you guys get into a fight we move to a new town, then Chris always finds us after a couple of months and brings us back.
Ry, I promise this is the last time.
The girl rose up from her bed in an angry fit.
That's what you said the last time and the time before that.
No, Ry, I promise. I have it all figured out.
Oh do you?
Yes, babe I'm done with Chris. We are going back to NY. I still have my old apartment, the people who used to rent from me moved a couple weeks ago. It's perfect.
Keep talking.
And maybe that new pair of Doc Martens may just be on the shopping list when we get there.
The ones with the pink and black zebra stripes?
Maybe.
The girl jumped from the bed and grabbed onto her mother.
So does that mean you will get packed and ready to go.
Wait what about school and work?
Well, a long time ago, my captain from 1-6, promised me a job if I ever came back to NY and wanted it and St. Joseph's Academy where, I went to school is near by the apartment.
No, Mom, Catholic School. What about Fashion Institute of Technology High School?
My daughter is not going to public school.
Please Mom, you know I wanted to go there for college anyway, it will give me the advantage to get into FIT for college.
Come on Rylie, just pack your bags and let's go. I don't want to be here if Chris comes back later.
But what about all my stuff mom?
Rylie, pack what you absolutely need and we will buy you new stuff in NY. Aunt Casey will pack up the rest of the stuff and ship it to us.
Ok, whatever. Are you going to think about FIT High School?
If you don't start packing and leave me alone, I wont.
She closed the door as she heard stuff being tossed around the room that she had just left.
Well at least she's excited, Liv thought to herself.
She picked up her phone and called her best friend Casey.
Hey hun, Casey answered.
Hey, so don't be mad at me. Rylie and I are leaving LA.
Wait what did he do now?
He wasn't there when I woke up this morning. I know he's back with her.
How do you know for sure Liv?
Last night he came home and I smelled her on him. He came in and threw me on the bed and basically had his way with me. He was rough and disconnected. I know he was thinking about her. I can't do this anymore. I am tired of him putting Rylie and I second to her. We have done this for 13 years and I have had enough. Rylie deserves better and I can't have him in and out of our lives. I'm done and I've made up my mind.
Well, I guess your mind is made. Where are you off to this time?
NY.
NY?
Yes. I am going back to SVU.
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They sat in the boarding area of LAX waiting on their flight to start boarding.
Ry, I promise this time is the last time I move us. If he comes looking for us, I won't let him bring us back to California. It's gonna be you and me kid.
*** Flight DL567 boarding*** came over the speaker
That's us.
Liv grabbed her brown leather carry-on and Rylie grabbed her Cheetah print carry-on.
Rylie had been so used to picking up and moving her life that she always kept the bag packed, she knew she had to be ready at the spur of the moment.
She had travelled all around the country and lived in many different places. She had experienced so many things but lacked the things that normal kids her age took for granted, like friends.
She had hope that maybe this time was the last time she would have to move.
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They arrived in NY after 10pm. The long 5-hour flight was plagued with screaming babies and grumpy airhostesses.
They grabbed their luggage and headed for a taxi.
Rylie looked out the window of the cab and stared at the bright lights that shone from the city.
Ry, do you remember any of it. I know you haven't been here since you were little but I hoped that some of it would seem familiar.
Nope, It looks like the movies.
As the taxi made its way down the street in Tribeca, Liv pointed up.
There it is baby, there's the apartment. It looks just like it did when I left here with you kicking and screaming in my arms.
Rylie stared up at the red building with arches and big windows that peered into lofts.
They got out of the taxi and the cabbie helped them bring their bags up to the door.
Liv pulled out her keys.
Baby, are you ready for our new homes and our new lives?
Come on Mom, I'm tired just open the door.
They walked up stairs, lugging their heavy suitcases, the stairs led to a large open area. To the left the stairs was a huge white room with white big comfy sofas and white fur on the dark brown hardwood floors. Between the large windows that took up the entire wall, were a huge 72-inch TV and a stand filled with video games and DVDs.
Rylie walked around to the center of the apartment where there was another staircase that led to the bedrooms, next to the stairs stood a pool table with antique trimmings but a glass bottom.
She stood in amazement. She ran to the kitchen where there was white everywhere. White countertops and white swirly chairs stood behind the island.
Rylie looked around in awe.
Baby this is where you took your first steps and made a mess in your high chair. You loved to throw food.
Mom, why did we even leave this place?
Because we were starting a new life with Chris and you know that he hates NY.
This is where Mom grew up too, but it didn't look like this when I was growing up. It was gray and dark, that's why when Grandma Serena died I used some of the money that she left me to renovate this place. I'm glad I never got rid of it.
You didn't get to see your room yet.
The blonde grabbed her mom and wrapped her arms around her.
She wrapped her hands around her giddy child and kissed her on the head.
I'm happy you're happy baby.
I can't wait to see my room. Was this how the people who moved out left it?
No, I was thinking of moving back here when the tenants told me that they were moving a couple months ago. I had my old friends Kim and Fin move all my furniture back in. I'm not sure what your room looks like though, the only furniture your room had when we left was a toddler bed, a toy box and other kiddie things. Kim and Fin have a daughter around your age and I asked them to make you a perfect pink and cheetah print palace.
Oh my god, I can't wait, lets go.
She ran up the stairs and walked to the room on the left, she flicked on the light and her jaw dropped.
She looked around quietly. She had a large bed with a pink canopy above it. Her bed was adorned with cheetah print and pink bed sheets. Her walls were white with black cheetah print and on the wall above the pink desk spelled Rylie in big curly letters.
She opened the door next to her desk and walked into a huge room that was her walk in closet. The floor had a pink fury rug and the shoe shelf held 2 new pairs of Doc Martens.
She walked back out and flicked on the lights in the other door in her room, it was the bathroom. A huge bathtub was in the middle and a tv was on the wall behind it.
When she was done inspecting ever part of her new room she screamed in excitement.
Liv who had been doing the same thing in her own room ran in and smiled as her 14 year old blue-eyed beautiful daughter rolled around on the floor in excitement.
Get up kid. I'm guessing you like it.
No Mom, I don't like it. I freaking love it!
Ry! Calm down, calm down.
Mom, come see what Aunt Kim got me.
She walked into the closet to see the Doc Marten that her daughter had begged for along with another pink rhinestone bedazzled one.
I'm so happy you are excited. Now go shower and get some rest, tomorrow we are going shopping and meeting up with Aunt Kim, Uncle Fin and their kids.
She kissed her daughter and walked down the stairs to grab her suitcases. Kim and Fin had done an amazing job putting this place back together again.
She placed her bags on the floor and collapsed in her bed.
As she lay in a pool of white Egyptian cotton, tears began to roll from her eyes.
She knew she had done the right thing by leaving but that wasn't going to hide the fact that she was lonely. He always made her feel like she was his one and only when they were together but every time he left she knew that he was with her. He had strung her along for 13 years and she had dragged Rylie around the country like a puppy but enough was enough and she wasn't going to do this to another kid.
Ok guys, this is just a sample. Not sure if I want to continue this one or focus on the sequel of Life at a Million Miles an Hour. Review and let me know what you think.