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Chapter 3: Alone

A million thoughts crossed my mind the instant I heard his voice, most of them telling me to run. But I knew it was no use, he was a vampire and there was no escaping him. My humanness was just helpless against his immortal powers.

Sucking in a deep breath and praying silently for my life, I turned around slowly to face the cold one.

He was of course as stunning as he had been when I first saw him, his long golden hair blowing back in the cool breeze as he stood there like a marble statue. His smile was friendly yet dangerous and his eyes were a shade darker than they were yesterday.

It was actually quite funny how a real life vampire could dress so normally in a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt along with a pair of sneakers. Hollywood had definitely got it all wrong, vampires dressed casually like humans. It made their job easier.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he said. His smile fading as he took in my terrified expression.

"Y-Y-You're a v-vampire," I stuttered. Afraid of what he had in store for me.

He nodded, "Almost."

I let out a shaky breath, "A-Almost?."

"Fay dear, if I don't get your car fixed your friends will find you here with me, do you want that?."

I shook my head 'no'.

"Alright then, if you'll excuse me I'll only take a minute."

I did as I was told, stepping to the side on shaky legs as he messed around with the engine of my car in such a speed that his movements were a blur. I almost gasped but I fought against it, afraid of drawing more attention to myself.

Although I was still terrified of this… man, vampire or whatever he was, I felt slightly relieved that so far so good he didn't mean any harm. In a way he was quite friendly, maybe he was like the Cullen's?

Twenty seconds after messing around with my car, he turned to me with a genuine smile on his face, "All done."

"Thanks," I squeaked out, afraid to move.

He chuckled, "I don't bite… humans if that's what you're afraid of."

"I…I." I couldn't find any words to speak. Being around him was just plain scary.

"Maybe we can talk some other time, I mean no harm. Anyway you better get home." He paused, sniffing the air, "They're close."

With one quick intake of air I dashed to my car, strapped myself in and drove off towards La Push as fast I could. I hadn't got a clue whether Joel was still standing there or not, all I knew was that I was away from him.

Yet somewhere deep inside me believed that he was harmless, I was still afraid. I was also afraid that Paul would smell him on the car or even on me although I hadn't touched him. So I decided to take the car to the car wash and then take a shower once I got home.

The car wash hadn't taken long and I was soon pulling up outside my house.

Noah was still with his grandparents so I had given Mandy the day off, however I had to collect Noah soon before Paul got home. He'd probably be angry I hadn't taken the baby home sooner.

When I finally entered the house though, I could hear Paul singing a lullaby in Quileute upstairs. He must've taken Noah home, luckily for me Mandy wasn't around or I would have been in deep trouble.

Tip-toeing into the kitchen, I stripped off all my clothes, threw them into the washing machine, started it and pulled a clean towel over me before heading upstairs.

Thankfully I hadn't bumped into Paul on my way into the bathroom and soon enough I was scrubbing away at my body and shampooing my hair thoroughly. There probably was no smell of a vampire from me but you can never be too careful.

"Hello Kim?."

I phoned Kim straight after I had gotten my tank and sweatpants on after my shower, feeling bad for not being there earlier when she came around.

"Fay, I assume you're home now?."

"Yeah, look sorry about earlier."

"It's fine really."

"Okay well uh are you at home now?."

"Of course! Lucky I was home when Jared jumped in through my window or he would have been pissed I left the house when he told me not to," she giggled.

"Yeah…"

"So how's Noah? He's so cute."

"He's fine, I think he's sleeping now."

"Oh my gosh that child is always sleeping!."

I laughed, "Nah not really, he's just quiet."

"Hey Fay?."

"Yeah?."

"Emily and Sam are having a barbeque around eight, you're coming right?."

"Eh… I don't really know, I-."

"Great, see you at eight!."

The phone line went dead right after that. I shook my head, Kim would have to do that.

As I made my way into Noah's nursery, the smell of cooking wafted up the stairs into my nostrils. It had to be Paul. In all the time I've lived with him he had never cooked anything, absolutely nothing. Giving me the 'You're a better cook' excuse and by the smell of what he was cooking downstairs, he was far from bad.

I lifted Noah carefully out of the crib, he was wide awake and making some very cute baby sounds. Placing a kiss on his soft cheek, I cradled him to my chest as I searched through his drawers looking for a clean baby grow.

Once I had him cleaned and dressed, I placed him back in his crib so I could get dressed. I opted for a casual look, just a simple pair of black pants and a white shirt along with black flats to match. Nothing special.

Combing my hair, I thought back to my encounter with Joel. It was crazy to think that I Fay Scott had actually met and talked to another mythical creature. I was almost positive he was a vampire yet he said 'almost'. What was that supposed to mean?

However I wasn't going to dwell on him today, he seemed alright so I was just going to forget about him and enjoy the barbeque, maybe even patch things up with Paul. That's if he'd even talk to me.

"Fay, baby Noah!," Emily greeted brightly as I arrived at her doorstep with Noah in his pram.

"Hey, Kim called, said you guys were having a barbeque?."

"Yeah, I phoned her first as your phone was dead or something… anyway come in." she pulled the door open wider for us as I pushed the pram into the hall, Emily shutting the door behind us.

"Where's Paul?."

I diverted my gaze to the floor, "We're not talking."

"Oh my, anything you'd like to tell me?."

"Yeah I'll tell you in a sec, where's Kyle ?," I asked, looking around for Emily and Sam's five month old son.

"He's not here," she started, heading into the kitchen as I followed, "Sam took him to see his uncle, he'll be back soon though. I need a break."

I laughed, sitting myself down on a chair at the table as Emily started chopping up potatoes. Usually whenever they were having a get together I liked arriving early to chat with Emily and help her out in the kitchen. Today though, I was exhausted. Paul took the car somewhere when I left the house so I had to walk to Emily's, a whole fifteen minutes away.

In all honesty Paul could be a jerk sometimes. No matter what was said between us last night I don't think it gives him an excuse to take the car when he knew me and Noah were heading out. I hated taking our baby out into the cold.

Just then Noah started crying which caused Emily to give me a sympathetic smile as I lifted him out of the pram and held him to my chest, patting his back gently.

"So what happened between you two? That's if you want to talk about it," Emily said, taking a seat across the table.

I let out a sigh, "I was having a rough day… a crazy one actually. Noah was at his grandparents so it was just me and Paul. Anyway I kind of ran out the back door and he was confused and angry with me for heading towards the woods-."

"Why would you do that Fay?."

I shrugged, "Like I said, rough day. I guess it was just PMS but I needed to get away, get some fresh air. However when he got me to calm down and we headed back inside, Paul went to bed so I followed him about ten minutes later. We eh-."

Emily smirked, "I get the point, then?."

"Then." I blushed, "I started crying and he thought the reason to all of my miserable mood was him so we argued until I told him that I didn't want him around and that he should sleep elsewhere. He looked at me Emily, like I don't know how to put it… like I rejected him or something."

She nodded, "When a pack member is told to sleep in a separate bed by his imprint it's very hurtful to them. They spend the rest of their time dwelling on the rejection until they make up. It's all part of the bond, they can't help it."

"Ugh," I groaned, "I didn't mean it like that Em, I swear."

"I know you didn't, did you tell him what it was that was bothering you though?."

I shook my head, "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?."

"No, it's something personal. Not a big deal."

"Alright then… Fay?."

"Yeah?."

"Do you… do you want more children?."

"Absolutely," I smiled enthusiastically, "In a couple of years."

"Really?," she beamed, "How many?."

I bit my lip, "Four."

"Aw that's wonderful, me and Sam want three."

I zoned out after that, just staring off into space thinking about Joel. What had he meant by 'almost' today? Surely he was a vampire, there was no mistaking those inhuman golden eyes. I wanted to know though.

There was something very intriguing about him but something very scary as well. I dreaded meeting him again, how did I know for sure that he was harmless? Yet somewhere deep inside of me wanted to learn more about him. Perhaps it's because I've never spoken to a vampire before?

These strange thoughts about wanting and not wanting to meet him again frightened me a little. It was as if I was betraying Paul and our family by even considering meeting Joel again. But I was only human, wasn't I?

"Hey babe." Sam smiled as he entered the kitchen carrying his son Kyle in his arms, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey Fay."

"Oh hey Sam," I replied before baby Noah started crying again. I held him to me, hushing and speaking softly to him in an attempt to get him to quiet down but none of it worked.

I was suddenly aware of two eyes burning into the me, goose bumps rising up on my skin and my heart rate picking up. Slowly, I lifted my head up to meet Paul's intense stare. In all honesty, I had no idea how to respond to him.

He made his way over to me then and without as much as a word, he took a crying Noah out of my arms and cradled the bundle of joy to his chest.

My jaw dropped when his cries died down and within minutes he was fast asleep in his father's arms. Paul placed a kiss on his forehead before placing him back in his pram and walking back out of the kitchen, leaving me dumbstruck.

Emily and Sam chuckled quietly to themselves at my expression before Sam left the kitchen to take a sleeping Kyle upstairs.

Kyle was basically a mixture of Sam and Emily. His skin dark like theirs, big brown eyes like Emily and the same shaped mouth as Sam. His hair was a dark brown and very curly, he was such an adorable baby. Good humored too.

An hour later we were all out the back, the guys starting the barbeque and the girls setting plates of blueberry muffins, brownies, cookies and many more sweet foods on the tables outside.

Seth, Brady, Embry and Colin were all seated around a fire, chatting away while they waited for others to join them. Tonight I wouldn't sit with them for long, knowing all too well that I had a one month old baby to keep an eye on as he slept in his pram which I had moved into the living room.

Twenty minutes later and everyone was seated around the burning fire. I was sitting next to Kim as she told me about her and Jared making up.

"So my mom sat me down and had a talk with me and so dad…" her voice grew lower and lower until it disappeared. I wasn't paying attention, tonight I wasn't capable of doing that but I was capable of watching my husband.

Paul sat across the fire, the flames casting an orange glow over his face and his naked torso. It was completely dark out now, a half moon hanging high in the sky. A dark pair of eyes watched me intensely, causing me to look away briefly.

He was still angry, still upset over the previous night. The rejection and hurt written all over his face as he sat on a log next to Jared, never taking his eyes off me.

I excused myself as Kim continued to ramble, making my way as fast as I could into the house in hopes to get away from Paul's menacing stare. Noah was still asleep in the living room so I ran upstairs into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.

Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs and down the hall, towards the bathroom. I knew who it was but instead I just looked at myself in the mirror as he entered the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

The tension was heavy. Very heavy.

"Haven't you got anything to say to me?," his deep voice asked.

I continued to stare at the mirror, "Not right now."

"Not even an apology?."

"I said not right now."

"Look at me."

I forced myself not to.

"Fay."

I ignored him.

"Look at me!," he ordered. His voice deep and hard.

"What!," I spat. Turning around to face him, my back against the sink.

He had his back against the door, his hands balled up into fists at his sides and his body quivering slightly. Apparently he had intended to look decent tonight but had obviously phased and destroyed his shirt as now he only wore a pair of black jeans and black leather shoes, his upper body bare.

My whole body ached to be in his arms, wrapped up in his warmth, his smell. He was beautiful tonight and as his imprint, I appreciated it. However things weren't so peachy with us right now and I would not apologize for what I said last night, I wanted to have a proper conversation. Sam and Emily's bathroom was not the place to do it.

"After last night you have NOTHING to say?," he asked incredulously.

I shook my head, "No, definitely not under these, " I gestured around me, "Circumstances."

"You think circumstances matter in this situation? We're married Fay! We do everything together, we have a son together for crying out loud!."

"I don't care! This isn't the proper way to do things, just go Paul, I'm not in the mood for this."

He growled, "You keep pushing me away don't you? Just like last night."

"Last night I didn't push you away, I was just… just… not myself."

"No, you're lying."

"I am not!."

"Yes you are."

"I'm not!."

In a split second he was right in front of me, his right hand gripping the side of my face and his other gripping my waist, "You're hiding something from me Fay, I can see it in your eyes, I can feel it throughout my body. Tonight you're hiding it though, you're forcing yourself to smile, forcing yourself to be normal but I can see it, I know you so well. You can't hide everything from me and this." His face inched closer to mine, the tip of his nose brushing against mine, "Whatever this is, I'll figure it out and then you'll realize that by hiding it, you just made things worse."

"I…I… I'm not…" I was panicking, afraid of him finding out.

"Shush, don't bother but tonight when you're alone in our bed, I want you to remember this," he whispered as he crushed his mouth against mine in an open mouthed kiss. His tongue wet and long diving in and out of my mouth without my permission and his sharp teeth, nipping… pulling on my bottom lip.

I was completely taken by surprise, unsure of how to respond. But he didn't care, his lips continued to move against mine as his grip on my waist tightened, holding me against him, his body flush against mine.

A gasp escaped me at the feel of him against me, how excited and turned on he was as he sucked my lips into his mouth. I surrendered myself to him, his large hand moving from my waist to grip my backside as he bucked himself into me.

Just when I really started to get into it, he pulled away completely and was standing back at the door, his body glistening with sweat.

"Remember that, tonight, tomorrow and for as long as you want because you won't be having that again anytime soon."

And just like that he left the bathroom while I stood there turned on, disappointed and confused. What did he mean by that?

That night I did remember it, not only as a memory but as a dream as well. It was hard waking up then and finding the space next to you on the bed empty. Paul had slept in our old room just like he had done the night before.

Except last night he seemed pleased with himself. He took Noah up to his nursery, fed him a bottle and put him to sleep as I took a much needed shower. Afterwards he just retired to that bedroom without a word or a glance.

To be honest I was hurt but what did I expect? I wasn't nice to him, I hadn't even apologized so why would he even bother saying goodnight? I still didn't understand what he meant last night at Sam and Emily's though.

' Remember that, tonight, tomorrow and for as long as you want because you won't be having that again anytime soon' he had said. Was he implying that he was going to sleep in that bedroom for the rest of the week, month even? I certainly hope not.

He was gone to work when I woke up so I quickly dressed for work and fed Noah his bottle before Mandy turned up.

I was nervous on my way to work, afraid and yet excited about seeing Joel again. He was just interesting and I really wanted to know what he had meant by 'Almost' yesterday. Maybe I'd find out today?

"Yeah mom, we're all good thanks. How's things over there?."

My mother called during my lunch break so I headed outside to speak to her.

"Great actually, your aunt Suzie is over for the week."

"No way! Did Clara come with her?."

"Yes, she's so grown up!."

"We're the same age mom."

"Ah I know, sometimes I just like to pretend you're still my little girl."

"Yeah…"

"But I won't go there, so anyway we want you over for Christmas, you, Paul and lovely Noah. I miss him already!."

"Oh uh… mom I'm not too sure-."

"Nonsense! You've always got time hon, all you do is stay at home with Noah, please come, just for a week… or two."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"Great! Right so I better go or this phone bill is going to cost."

"Yeah yeah, talk again mom. Love you."

"Love you too hon, tell Paul I said hello and give Noah a kiss for me."

"I will mom, see you."

"See you hon, bye."

With an irritated sigh I shoved my mobile back into my jeans pocket. This whole secret job thing was doing my head in, it was getting harder and harder to hide it. Hell, even Paul was going to be watching me.

"I assume your day didn't go too well did it?." A familiar voice asked.

I whipped my head around to find Joel standing next to me, his long golden hair tied back at the nape of his neck and his attire casual.

"Hi…" I trailed off. Do you say 'hi' to vampires?

He chuckled, "It's alright, you don't have to answer my question, I tend to pry a bit."

"No, I mean," I swallowed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear nervously, "It's o-ok."

"Right," he smiled, "Well is your car working properly, hope I didn't mess it up?."

"No no, it's great. Thank you.. so much."

"My pleasure. You on your lunch break?."

I nodded.

"Fancy grabbing lunch at the diner?."

My heart rate picked up, "I uh, I don't think-."

"Come on it'll be fine, I'd just like to get to know you, you seem like a nice young lady."

I bit my lip, my eyes drifting to the ring on my finger, "But-."

"Now now, I know you're married, it's not like that. Just a friendly conversation is all I ask."

Dining with Joel wasn't what you would call a good idea, especially as I was married to a werewolf/shape shifter but he intrigued me and at the same time scared the life out of me. But I really wanted to learn more about him and what exactly he was.

So I agreed.

I drove to the diner myself, just a five minute drive from the store while Joel simply said that he'd meet me there. I hadn't seen a car anywhere around so I assumed he ran there like the vampires did… was he even a vampire?

Ten minutes later and we were both seated in a booth across from each other.

The waitress came straight over to us, a wide smile spread across her face as she asked Joel for his order. I knew that she was lusting after him, you could see it in her eyes. Wasn't that how Bella was with Edward?

What's up with vampires and their beauty anyways?

After I placed my order, I stared puzzled at Joel. He had just ordered a chocolate cake slice and coffee but vampires don't eat.

"Something wrong?."

"Oh sorry, no just thinking."

"So tell me about yourself, where are you from?."

"I'm actually from around here," I lied.

He frowned, "The Cullen's mentioned you were from somewhere else."

"Not at all, born and raised here."

"I believe you." He gave me a smile which looked sort of wicked.

"My turn," I said just as the waitress placed our cakes in front of us along with our tea and coffee.

"Ask away," he replied as he took a bite of his cake, "I've tasted better."

I cringed, was he talking about blood?

"How old are you?."

He laughed, "Eighteen."

"So you were born in the same year as me?."

"Oh so you're eighteen too?."

"Yeah…"

"Well then yes."

"What's your full name?."

"Joel Matthews."

"What are you doing in Forks?."

He shrugged, "Change of scene."

"But why Forks?."

"Aren't you going to eat your cake?," he asked, pointing to the plate in front of me.

"Not until you answer my questions."

Dabbing his mouth clean with a napkin the Diner provided, he gave grinned.

"I heard there were vegetarian vampires around this area so I wanted to meet them."

I narrowed my eyes at him, there was something off.

"So you are a vampire?."

"Well," he started, leaning back in his seat, "I'm like you but I'm also like them."

"And that's supposed to mean?."

"I'm a half breed, my mother was human, my father was a vampire, make sense?."

I stared at him wide eyed, my mouth ajar. There was actually a such thing as a half breed? But how, how could a vampire and a human… I didn't even want to go there, it was just too horrible, too bazaar.

My thoughts drifted elsewhere to Miss Bella Swan. She was with a vampire, a vampire she loved and adored so does that mean she'd do that? And have a half breed. What exactly are half breeds anyway? What are their traits?

"How?," I asked him as he stared at me, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.

"That my dear is for another time, your colleague Paula will be wondering where you are." He winked, "Besides I'm hoping tomorrow I'll be getting some answers from you, after all you never told me about your husband."

By the look he gave me it was obvious he knew what Paul was and that itself scared me. I didn't want him to now anything about me and I wasn't sure whether I wanted to dine with him again tomorrow.

With a nod I stood up, my cake and tea untouched. I wouldn't ask him anymore questions because apparently he was no longer in the mood for answering them.

He paid the waitress, leaving her a tip on the table as we headed back outside. His whole body seemed rather stiff, like he had done or said something wrong. It left me feeling uneasy as I said goodbye to him and headed to my car.

"Fay?," he said, his voice soft.

I froze at the contact of his hand on my shoulder, it wasn't as cold as I had imagined it to be, either way I didn't like him touching me.

"Yes?," I replied, my hand on the door as he stood behind me.

His lips were suddenly only centimeters from my ear, his cool breath tickling my cheek, "You smell simply wonderful."

And just like that he disappeared, leaving me horrified and shaky as I stumbled back into my car. I couldn't make out if that was a compliment or a threat.

When I eventually got home from work that day, I was a mess. Joel's words haunted me throughout the hours, even Paula asked me if I was feeling okay. I knew it was my fault though, I had brought this on myself.

What was I doing having lunch with a half breed? He was practically a vampire! Paul would be completely outraged and disgusted, I should be ashamed of myself. Not to mention Joel said we could finish our conversation tomorrow.

Just the thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Entering the house I couldn't see or hear Mandy anywhere. With my heart frantic in my chest, afraid for my baby, I ran up the stairs into his Nursery to find him sound asleep with his thumb in his mouth.

The tears spilled from eyes, down my cheeks as I stroked his soft cheek with my index finger.

"I love you so much Noah, so so much," I choked out quietly, watching his innocent face.

I let him sleep in peace then and headed towards my room in hopes to find Mandy. What was she thinking, just disappearing like that? She wasn't downstairs, she wasn't in the bathroom so the last place would be my room although I have no idea what she could be doing in there.

Pushing the door open, I took a deep breath and stepped in to find not Mandy but Paul sitting at the end of the bed.

Oh crap.

"Where. Have. You. Been!," he roared. Jumping up off the bed to kick the door shut behind me.

"N-Nowhere, just uh… gone for a drive around Forks," I lied. Jumping with fright at the sound of the door slamming behind me.

He gave me a once over, a look of disgust on his face as he pointed to the bed, "Sit."

I obeyed, not bothering to put up a fight because quite frankly, Paul scared me when he was angry like this.

My eyes stayed glued to the floor as he stood in front of me, "How dare you."

"Paul I-."

"How dare you leave our son here with a stranger!," he hissed. Gripping my chin in his hand and jerking my face up to look him dead in the eye.

In all honesty Paul looked really bad today. The dark circles under his eyes told me he had a sleepless night, his disheveled hair a result of him constantly running his hands through it with stress and his face was filled with complete anger towards me.

My eyes drifted between us for a moment, as usual he was half naked. His shorts worn and a size too small for him. At other moments I loved him looking like this, the shorts always too low on his hips revealing that V that lead to his 'treasure'.

But today although his body was still wonderful, it didn't matter.

"S-She used to be in school with us, she's a nice girl," I squeaked out, more tears spilling onto my cheeks as I looked back up at him.

Paul was so angry, his skin was one hundred times hotter than normal and his face had a mad look to it.

"You don't love him do you? You don't care about our son."

"What!," I shouted, "Of course I love him, how dare you say that to me!."

He let go of my chin, running his hand through his hair as he stared off into space, "How could you leave him here Fay, I trusted you. Damn!." His eyes met mine again, "And you know what really has me worked up?."

"What?," I whispered.

"You're lying to me and I know that you didn't go for a drive around Forks, you went somewhere. And that somewhere is more important to you than our own son, do you know how much that hurts me?."

"Paul please." I reached out, stroking his bare chest, "It's not like that."

"It is, you're my imprint Fay." He fell to his knees in front of me, "We… we're married, we're parents, we do everything together, we tell each other everything but now… now you're different…"

"I'm not honey I'm not, I'm just… it's for the best Paul I promise, someday you'll thank me for what I'm doing. I love you so much, I love you and Noah so much it hurts. Just give me a week and I'll tell you everything. I just really need to sort things out, I'm so confused, so… so scared Paul," I told him, staring deep into his eyes.

"Why are you scared baby?," he asked as he cradled my face in his large hands, "Tell me now, don't leave it till next week."

"I can't," I sobbed, "Next week I will, I promise."

His hands dropped from my face as he leaned in, resting his head against my chest. Warm arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close, "I'll give you a week."

I kissed the top of his head, "Thank you."

He leaned back, gazing deep into my eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too."

He never kissed me though, instead he stood back up to his full height and started taking a few shirts and pants from the closet.

I stared over at him in confusion as he carried the clothes out with him into the hall, me following close behind. He entered the nursery then and grabbed one of the baby bags and stuffed a couple of baby clothes into it along with bottles, soothers and diapers.

"Paul what are you doing?," I asked warily.

He walked over to the crib and carefully lifted a sleeping Noah out of it, cradling him to his chest. Noah was always so calm in his father's arms, it was amazing but that thought quickly left my mind once Paul held Noah with one arm as he shoved his own clothes into the baby bag and picked it up, throwing it over his shoulder.

With a sigh, he answered me, "Noah and I will be staying over at my parents house for the week until you get yourself sorted out."

"What? Are you crazy! You can't do that, he's my baby too. You can't take him away from me!."

He shook his head, "I'm not taking him away from you, I'm giving you space and by this time next week I'll know everything, you promised."

"No please don't leave me here, please," I begged as he brushed past me out into the hall.

I ran after him, grabbing his shoulder before he reached the stairs, panic stricken.

"Fay, let me go."

"Please stay, please. I can't live without the both of you."

Without a response he shrugged my hand off his shoulder and walked down the stairs, holding Noah securely to him.

"Paul answer me!."

He ignored me once again as he reached the door and pulled it open.

"Paul!," I cried.

My heart broke into a million pieces as he walked out that door along with our son. Doing this to me would be looked upon as cruel but I knew deep down that he was only doing it for the best, it just hurt too much to be without them.

And what scared me the most was eventually telling him about Joel, he'll go berserk when he finds out and I'll be helpless.

I ran to the door and watched as he strapped Noah into the baby seat in the back. He was in the driver's seat in no time.

"Please don't go," I mouthed to him as the tears kept on flowing from eyes.

He shook his head 'no' before revving the engine and driving off.

Leaving me lonely and heartbroken.