#7
A/N: I see two more chapters before another time jump to when they get out. But be prepared it's going to be a hell of a ride.
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I sat there for hours. I couldn't bring myself to move. This wasn't happening, this was some sick and twisted dream that my mind had come up with. Looking at the clock on the wall I saw that it was almost time to pick up Vic from school.
Looking around I felt numb. I walked over to the pile of broken picture frames and glass. Carefully bending down I started to pick the pictures up, there were pictures of Happy and Vic sleeping on the couch together. Another from our first Christmas together where he spent all day building toys. As I picked them up I felt more tears roll down my face. After all the pictures were picked up and stacked, I put them on the kitchen counter as I got the broom to clean up the glass and broken frame. By the time I was done it was time to pick up Vic and I dropped everything in the trash can before going outside keys in hand.
Standing outside of Vic's school I was thankful for the small blessing sunglasses were. I was still wearing my clothes from this morning and I knew I looked horrible from the crying.
"Mama!" Vic yelled running towards me.
"Hey baby," I said forcing a smile as I bent to catch him and hug him.
"Look I drew Daddy a picture. Can I take it to him tomorrow?" he asked with a big smile on his face.
"I don't know baby but we will definitely send it to him in the mail okay," I said as I grabbed his hand and we started walking towards the car.
"Are we going for my haircut?" he asked as I opened his door.
"No baby, there's been a change of plans," I told him as he climbed in and I shut his door.
"Do I still get the ice cream?" he asked as I got in the car.
"Yeah, we can get some ice cream," I told him before driving off.
When we got to the ice cream shop I realized I didn't have anything with me, no wallet, no cash, no debit or credit cards, I didn't even have my phone, just my keys.
"Fuck," I yelled hitting the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry baby but Mama doesn't have anything to get you ice cream with. We have some at home though baby," I told him as I pulled out again.
"I want ice cream though," he whined.
"Victor we have ice cream at home. Now I'm sorry I forgot money but shit happens baby," I told him as we waited at the stop light.
"You broke your pinky promise," he said crossing his arms in frustration.
"Baby I'm sorry I really am. But Mama is sick and Daddy's not here to help. So you have to work with me here kiddo," I explained as we turned towards the house.
The rest of the drive was silent. We both just sat there and waited for it to be over.
Pulling up to the house I turned off the car and got out quickly. I didn't want to be outside I barely wanted to be outside my room. Opening Vic's door he ran out and into the house. Slamming his door shut I locked the car and went inside locking the front door after I was in. Not seeing any signs of Vic in the living room I began to worry until I heard the sound of him slamming his door shut.
Sighing I looked around there was still signs of Happy everywhere even though he hadn't been here in seven months. I walked into my room and put my sunglasses on the dresser before sitting on the bed.
Ten years, I had been with him for ten years and I knew everything and I never gave a shit. But this was something I didn't know how to process, I had seen it before but I never thought that it would be us in this situation. It was always supposed to be me having his kids, we both knew it. And after everything that happened before and after Vic I was broken. There was nothing left to give.
Clasping my hand over my mouth I let out a sob. I sat there sobbing till I heard the door open and small feet walking towards me.
"I'm sorry Mama please don't cry I didn't mean to yell," Vic said his tone laced with worry as he tried to hug me.
"Oh baby I'm not mad about that. I think I'm getting sick is all," I told him as I wiped my eyes and brought him closer to me.
"I love you Mama," he said as he laid his head in the crook of my neck.
"I love you too baby boy. I don't think we'll be able to see Daddy tomorrow though," I told him after I kissed his cheek.
"Because you're sick," he asked.
"Yeah baby because I'm sick," I told him.
We sat there together till Vic left saying he wanted a snack. When he came back he came back with a package of poptarts and sat on the floor watching the TV I had turned on while he was gone.
It wasn't till dinner that I finally decided to order a pizza. I didn't eat I just made sure that Vic did. When he fell asleep in bed with me I watched him sleep. At this moment he was everything. Getting up I went and found my phone in the kitchen. I scrolled till I found the number I was looking for.
"Hello?" asked a tired voice.
"Lyla?" I asked as I watched Vic sleep from the doorway.
"Lela? What's wrong?" she asked worry in her tone.
"I know it's late but uh do you think you could watch Vic for me tomorrow afternoon?" I asked her.
"Isn't it visiting day?"
"Yeah but uh something came up that I have to talk to Happy about and I don't want Vic there. I'll explain later but I just really need you to watch Vic for me," I begged.
"Of course sweetie. Are you okay though? You sound like you've been crying."
"It's so bad Lyla. I didn't think it could get this bad, but I just . . . I don't know what to do anymore," I told her as more tears came down my face.
"What happened sweetie? Op's home so I can come there now."
"No it's okay. Stay home enjoy the kids and Op, thank you for watching Vic tomorrow."
"It's no problem. Call me if you need me to come over okay."
"Okay I will, bye," I said hanging up.
I stood in the doorway watching Vic for a little bit longer. I knew I wouldn't sleep much tonight but I went back to the bed anyways. I watched some kid shows in case Vic woke up in the middle of the night like he had been doing most of the nights since Happy's been gone.
It wasn't till I felt Vic shake me awake that I realized I had fallen asleep.
"Mama are you better?" Vic asked from beside me.
"Not really baby. But I'm going to go see someone to get better though, how does spending the afternoon with Aunt Lyla and Piper sound?" I asked moving his curls from his face.
"Okay," he said giving me a smile.
"I love you baby you know that right? I love you so much that I think it surprises everyone," I told him as I continued to run my hand through his hair.
"I love you too and Daddy. Do you think Daddy will miss us today?" he asked.
"Yeah but he has pictures and we can send him your picture tomorrow and then he'll always have something to remind of you," I told him giving him a small smile.
Getting up I made Vic breakfast and put on the TV in the kitchen before I went to the bathroom and started the shower. I cried in it as the steam filled the room, I didn't know what else to do. I had to somehow wrap my head around everything and I couldn't figure out how. After a while I got out of the shower and walked to the kitchen with a towel wrapped around me to make sure Vic was still eating. Seeing that he was I went back to my room and got dressed. I was numb again, I was going through the motions of life.
Looking at my closet I decided on black skinny jeans and a flowy cami with a black zip up sweatshirt and black I got dressed I left the room and went to put on some makeup. My bags had bags, grabbing the foundation I covered it all. I wanted no traces of the restless night from before. I did my usual dark smokey eye with bronzer.
"Vic come on you have to take a shower baby," I yelled down the hallway.
"But Mama," he yelled back.
"Vic come on."
Hearing him run to the bathroom I turned the shower on and left the door open while I went to his room to get an outfit ready.
"Wash your hair Vic!" I yelled.
Setting out a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle tshirt and a pair of shorts on his bed I left his room and went back to the bathroom. Opening the curtain I watched as Vic washed his hair. Grabbing the shower head I shielded his eyes with my hand and rinsed out his hair. When he was clean of soap I wrapped him in his towel and began to dry him off.
"Mama where are you going?" he asked as I tried to get as much water out of his hair as possible.
"I have some things to do. I'm gonna get better okay baby. Now go get dressed I sat your clothes out on your bed and please remember underwear," I yelled the last part as he ran off.
Hearing giggles I walked around the house making sure that I had what I needed. I had my purse, my wallet, keys and phone.
"I'm ready Mama," Vic yelled as he came running down the hall.
Smiling at him I pushed him towards the door and grabbed my purse. It was a short drive to Opie's where Lyla now lived. I parked on the street and got Vic out of the car before we walked up to the house. Walking in I heard the TV and the sounds of kids playing.
"Lyla?" I yelled into the house.
"Kitchen," she yelled back.
"Go play Vic," I told him as I walked towards the kitchen.
"Look at you playing house," I said smiling at her as I leaned against the doorway.
"Shove it," she said laughing.
"Vic is somewhere around here. Probably with Piper, but thanks for this really."
"It's no problem. So are you going to tell me before or after you go see Happy?" she asked putting her hand on her hip.
"After I dropped Vic off at school yesterday some lady came to the house looking for Happy."
"Shit."
"Not even the worst part. She's pregnant and she's saying it's Happy's. I know I should just brush it off like I do everything else, but she left a couple sonograms in the mailbox. Lyla that baby was conceived when I was going through my miscarriage. My baby was dead and he was out screwing some random blonde and they created a child together."
"Oh sweetie," she said before hugging me.
"I need to get going it's already eleven. Thanks again for this," I said pulling back and going to walk out.
The drive to the jail I felt nothing. It was the most heart breaking drive I had ever done. When I got there I sat in the parking lot breathing. After getting my emotions under control I walked inside and waited to see Happy.
When I saw him I felt a new wave of pain hit. He didn't let his face show it but I saw it in his eyes that he was happy to see me.
"Where's the kid?" he asked once he was seated.
"He's at Lyla and Opie's. We need to talk Happy," I told him.
