This chapter is written in Amy's POV (POINT OF VIEW). A lot of you said you didn't want Amy to go to Italy.. but that's kind of what the story's about right now. I hope you like it anyway and I hope you keep reading! Please review and I'll update soon! Also, thank you everyone for all the positive reviews! I really appreciate it! =D
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I woke up with my forehead drenched in sweat, and my heart was racing. I quickly wiped the sweat away and tried to forget my dream. I dreamed that I was in Italy, and Ben was with another girl. It was exactly what I feared, and I didn't want my dream to come true, but I had a feeling it would unless I stopped it.
I pulled my self up off the bed and looked at the clock; it was eleven thirty. I was surprised I had slept so late, but I needed the rest. I hadn't slept that much in a long time. I wondered why John hadn't woken me up crying, like he usually did.
I walked over to John's bassinet and smiled to myself when I saw him smiling up at me. I picked him up and held him in my arms as I gently rocked him back and forth. "Hey John." I cooed. "I bet you wanna go to Italy too, don't you? It'll definitely be good for the two of us to get away." I frowned and continued, "Although I'm kind of worried about Ben.."
I carried John into the kitchen and quickly fed him, and then was startled when I saw my mother suddenly walking through the kitchen door. "Well, Hi Mom."
"Hi, Amy. Is everything okay? I'm sorry. I hope you were fine here with John." She apologized. She set her purse down on the counter and looked over at me. She looked exhausted, but I could understand that because I've been through it. I knew exactly how it felt to be that tired and pregnant. At least i didn't have to go through it three times, though.
"Don't worry about it, Mom." I smiled to her, pretending to be in a good mood. "We were absolutely fine. So, you're not going back to work are you? Have you even been to work at all this morning, or were you just over at David's? I wouldn't know, you don't really tell me anything."
"I was at David's, and now I'm about to go to work. I just came home to see how you were, how John was, and if you needed help with anything. I just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. Now that I see everything is okay, I'll be leaving." She said. I smiled at her akwardly as I watched my mother walk towards the kitchen door and wave before she left.
"Okay, that was weird." I said to myself. I was about to walk back into my room with John, but then I heard the door open behind me again. I turned around to look, and I saw Ricky quickly walking inside the house and not bothering to knock on the door.
Hey Ricky." I said as I took in a deep breath. In response, Ricky smiled at me. He walked over to John and me and smiled at his son that lay, for once, happily in my arms. I then handed John to Ricky, and he smiled as he took him from me.
I frantically glanced over at the clock again. It was one o' clock. Ricky started to walk into my room with John, and I came in soon after with him. I stood in the doorway and smiled a small smile. I didn't feel good about hiding this from Ricky. He already said he didn't want me and John to go all the way to Italy, but this is something that I just have to do. And I am going to do whatever I have to do, we all have to do whatever we have to do. I learnt that from Ricky.
I wasn't even sure how I was going to find Ben. I'm sure Italy was a huge place, but I'll have to find out somehow. He said he would be in a hotel, if I remember correctly. It can't be that hard to find him, how many hotels could there be in one place?
Ricky looked over at me standing in the doorway and asked, "So, where's your mom?"
"She said she's at work, but I think she's with David somewhere or something. She hasn't been home much the past few days. I don't really know what's going on with her, but I guess it's not really any of my business. She won't tell me anything." I told him as I leaned against the door and folded my arms together over my chest.
He simply nodded but didn't say much for a while. John eventually fell asleep in his arms, so he put him back in his bassinet so he could sleep. Then Ricky went over to sit in the chair that was in my room as he stared at John, and after a few minutes I sat on my bed across from him.
I could hear my heart loudly and quickly pumping in my chest, and I had a terrible, anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. Sweat was building up on my forehead, and I soon felt lightheaded. I wiped my hand across my forehead and let out a deep breath. I contemplated telling Ricky that I was going to Italy with John, but then I decided against it.
I knew that I probably should tell him since John is his son and he should know where his son is, but I couldn't risk Ricky getting in the way of me going. He would try and stop me, and then he would end up hating me after I still go anyway.
"You're doing the right thing, Amy." Ricky suddenly said, and I flinched as he pulled me out of my thoughts. I stared at him with a blank expression on my face and didn't say anything. He nodded as he said, "You really are."
I looked down at my bare feet and pressed my lips lightly together before I opened my mouth again to speak, and there was now a smile on my face. It was a smug, self satisfied smile. "Yeah, I know I am." I knew I was doing the right thing, although there was a voice inside of me that was telling me it was a bad idea, but I just ignored that voice because I hoped that something good was going to come out of this.
Ricky had a questioning look on his face, but he let it go and smiled along with me. Ricky stayed over until six o' clock. He helped me with John and helped me cook dinner for us, and he also helped me with feeding John, and then he left after dinner and said he had to go and would be back tomorrow. I gulped when he said that, because he would come back here to an empty house, or with just my mom, and John and I would both be gone.
I lay in my bed with John lying across from me, and I looked down at my phone when I felt it vibrate. I picked it up and looked at the caller id, and it was my mom. I held the phone in my hand for a few seconds and drew in a deep breath before answering. "Hello?"
"Hey Amy. I hope you'll be okay by yourself, but there's somewhere I have to go. I'll be back in a couple of days. Will you be okay? You could stay with George and Ashley if you can't take care of John by yourself. I'm sorry, I-"
"No." I interrupted. "We are fine here by ourselves! Really, you don't have to worry. I- I'll see you in a couple of- couple of d-days. Bye Mom, I love you." I pressed the end button and hung up the phone. I threw it back down on the bed. I was hyperventilated, so I concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths.
I picked up the suitcase that was lying on the floor and tossed it back on the bed, and I let myself fall back onto it as I stared up at the ceiling. My eyes became blurred as tears filled my eyes. I wiped away the tears and squeezed my eyes shut and fell asleep.
I woke up and instantly noticed how dark it was. I sighed and forced myself to stand up, and I walked over to the window and looked out; it was pitch-black dark. I looked up at the clock that was in my room; it was two in the morning. I couldn't believe I had been sleeping for eight hours. I went into my closet and pulled out a small bag and filled it with anything that I could find that I thought would be useful.
I put that bag inside my suitcase so I wouldn't lose it. I picked up John from his bassinet and held him tightly. I quietly whispered to him, with tears in my eyes. "It's just you and me, John. I hope we're doing the right thing. You'll like Italy, I'm sure you will. I will keep you safe I promise. I won't let anything happen to you. I just- I just know that this will be a good thing. We both need a break from.. from life right now, don't we?"
I put John back into his bed and said to him, "I'll be right back," and I walked into the kitchen. I opened one of the cabinets and found a piece of paper and a pen. I put the paper down on the counter and thought about what I should write. I finally, after a few minutes, forced myself to press the pen down to the paper and write, "Mom, I know you will never forgive me for this, but I am going" I scrathed that out and sighed and began to write again, "Mom, I just want you to know"
"No." I frustratingly muttered to myself, as I scratched out the words again that I had written. I restlessly tapped the pen on the paper and drummed my fingers against the table, and began to write again, "Mom, I will be getting on a plane this morning to Italy. I need to get away and so does John. And I have to go after Ben. I know he's going to get into trouble, and I have to stop it. I want you to know how sorry I am, I understand how much trouble I will be in, and I will happily take whatever punishment you choose to give me when I get back. I know you will never understand my reasons for doing this, but I have to. I have to do this for myself, for Ben, and for John. Please understand. I love you.
-Amy"
I put down the pen on the counter beside the note. I looked around, and I saw Mom's wallet on the table. I nervously fumbled with it for a moment and managed to open it. I took out all the money that she had in there- eight hundred dollars. I didn't know she had this much money just lying around in her wallet, but I guess it's a good thing.
I now had a total of two thousand dollars. My dad gave me some money a while ago that I still haven't spent, and I had saved up some money from working, and the rest is my mom's money. I felt bad for taking it, but it's her fault for having this much money lying out where anyone could take it.
I crammed the money in my pocket and went into my room and said to John, "I'm back, John." Then I walked over to my bed and picked up my phone and dialed a number and listened to it ring four times before there was an answer. "Hello?"
"Hi Adrian. It- It's Amy." I nervously said to her.
"Amy? Um, why are you calling me? Is everything okay?" She asked, sounding confused.
"Everything is fine, Adrian, but I need you to do me a favor. I.. you.. you- you can't tell anyone though! Promise me that you will not tell anyone about this! I'm going to Italy, and I need you to drive me to the airport." I didn't really trust Adrian, but I couldn't think of anyone better that would or could drive me.
There was a long pause on the phone. "You- you need me to drive you to the airport? Why don't you ask Ricky or someone?"
"Because Ricky doesn't want me to go, and that's exactly why I asked you. Because you want me to go, right? So Ricky and I won't be here alone without Ben for the summer.. or atleast for a little while anyway. I'm not sure how long I'll be there, but please Adrian? I really, really need to go. I- I have to stop Ben. I have to stop him, he's going to do something there and-"
"Okay, I'll drive you, even though it's really late. Or, well, it's really early." She interrupted. "But I'll be at your house in ten minutes, okay?"
"Thank you, Adrian! Thank you so much. This means a lot to me, it really does." I thanked her, as I breathed a sigh of relief. I hung up the phone and put it, along with the money that was in my pocket, in my suitcase so I wouldn't lose it.
I picked up John again and grasped him firmly in my arms. I pulled out the handle on the suitcase, and then I lifted the bassinet while putting John in it, and I carried everything in the living room and set it down beside the door.
I sat down on the couch and waited for Adrian. I looked up at the clock, it was forty five minutes past four, so I had around an hour before the plane left. It would take twenty minutes to get to the airport, and then all I would have to do is get on the plane.
After ten minutes, there was a knock on the door. I got up and went to answer it and standing there was Adrian. "Thank you for doing this." I thanked her again. I picked up John along with his bassinet and wheeled the suitcase outside in the darkness as we got into her car.
I looked down at John as we pulled out of my driveway and whispered soothingly to him, "Everything will be fine, John." I squeezed my eyes shut and nervously crossed my fingers. My legs were shaking and my heart was beating out of control while I tried calming myself down by repeatedly whisperering to myself, 'everything will be fine.' I suddenly realized I would be completely by myself until I hopefully found Ben. I would be alone with a three month baby in a strange place that I've never been before with people I don't know. A lot of them probably can't even speak English very well. It was just John and me, and he was counting on me. I had to protect him. I couldn't let anything happen to him.
