Bree's POV
"Logen! Where are you?" I yelled, looking for my two year old around my mom's house.
"Did you find her yet? Maybe she went outside, I heard the door open earlier." Haley asked, walking into the kitchen with Kendall and Logan.
"No, I already checked out there. I don't know where she is." I said, opening up the kitchen cabinets. "Logen! Mommy doesn't like this game of hide and seek! Where are you?" I called again.
Nothing but silence.
Suddenly, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw it was…
Carlos?
I quickly answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Mommy?" I heard a small voice say from the other line.
"Logen! Sweetie, are you okay?" I asked, frantically.
"I'm fine. I'm with Daddy." She answered.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"At Sam's…"
"I'm coming to get you."
Carlos's POV
I sat on the couch, my arm around Sam. Life was wonderful. I had Samantha AND Bree in my life and they didn't know about each other.
Logen came into the living room.
"Logen. What are you doing in here? I thought I told you to stay upstairs!" I shouted, grabbing her arm.
"Carlos. Let go of her." I heard a firmiliar voice order. I turned, seeing Bree.
"Bree, what the hell are you doing here?" I yelled, pushing Logen down to the floor. I heard her begin to cry, making me feel a little guilty. I didn't care…I had a new life now.
"Logen called. On your cell phone. Give her to me." Bree said, hate growing in her voice.
I saw Logen run past me.
"Kendall!" She yelled in joy as he scooped her up. I watched them run out the door and to the car.
"Don't even try to touch her….EVER AGAIN." Bree warned, turning to leave.
James's POV
I sat on the couch, still shocked at what I had done to Haley last night. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking extremely bad. I hadn't taken a drug in what seemed like forever. I needed something. But, what if Haley came home and found me either passed out on the floor or extremely high?…
Oh well.
I got up from the couch, a pain returning to my head. I winced in pain but still made my way to the stairs so I could get to the bathroom…and the medicine cabinet.
I took a few steps up the stairs but the pain in my head made me stop. I slumped down on the stairs, sitting with my head in my hands. I turned my head, seeing a picture of Haley and I at the beach hanging on the wall.
What was I doing with my life?…
Ruining it, that's what I was doing…
Suddenly, I heard the door click open and the silence was broken by the sound of voices filling the house.
"JAMES!" I heard Logen yell, running up to me. "You're finally awake!" She added, I pulled her up to sit in my lap and she started playing with my hair like she always did.
"Oh look, the douche bag is awake." Bree said as she passed me. Logen got up following her.
"Where's Haley?" I asked, standing up.
"Why would you care?"
"Bree…."
She sighed, "She should be in here in—"
Our conversation was cut short by Haley walking in the door. She kept her eyes on me, stopping only a few feet in the door.
"Haley…." I managed to say, walking toward her. The closer I got the more visible her injuries were.
God….I feel horrible.
"Haley, I'm so sorry. I was drunk, youknowI was drunk. You know I would never purposfully hurt you." I said, embracing her in a hug. After about 3 minutes she finally hugged me back.
"I know, James." She said, making me feel a little bit better.
Bree's POV
"Logen! Come on! It's time for bed!" I called, waiting for her to appear in the doorway.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" She said, making me laugh a little bit. She soon ran into the room, jumping on her bed.
"Why don't you have your pajamas on?" I questioned, handing her James's oversized t-shirt.
"Haley and James didn't tell me goodnight tonight." She pouted, "They're downstairs in their room with the door locked." She added.
"James is probaby giving her make up se—Scrabble…" I saved myself, realizing I was still talking to my 2 year old.
"They play Scrabble a lot…They must really like that game." She said, making me laugh.
She started to change into her pajamas.
"Logen!" I gasped, making her lift her shirt up again. "What's this bruise from? It looks horrible!" I said, touching the spot.
"I fell down when I was playing with Daddy." She said, crawling into bed.
I remained silent, holding in my current thoughts about Carlos. I was pissed at him, but at the same time I still loved him.
I kissed Logen on the forehead, turning on her nightlight.
"Night, Sweetie. Love you." I said, turning off the light and leaving the room. I walking down the hall to mine and Carlos's room.
I just wish he would call and apologize.
That's all I needed to hear.
As if on cue my phone began to ring, Carlos's smiling face appearing on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Bree, I'm coming home."
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I fucked up, big time and I'm sorry."
I remained silent for a few minutes.
"Bree?" He questioned. "Are you still there?"
"Okay…" I finally answered. "Come home. I miss you." I said, a tear rolling down my cheek as our call ended.
Thank you god for maybe turning life around.
Haley's POV
I looked over at James laying beside me. He was peacefully asleep. He was adorable. I quietly sat up in bed, getting my phone.
One new message from Kendall. That was odd. I slipped my flip flops on, taking my phone outside with me.
It was 3 am. Why was Kendall texting me? I read the message.
"Hey, call me when you get the chance." It said. I wondered if he was still awake. I thought I'd try.
I dialed the number and he answered after two rings.
"Hello?" He said, half asleep.
"You said to call?" I reminded him, laughing a little.
"Oh! Hey Haley." He said, realizing who he was talking to.
"What's wrong? Why did you want me to call you?"
"Are you alone?"
"Ummmm….Yeahhh?…" I said, suspicious.
"Haley, I don't know really how to say this, I just know I have to tell you."
"Kendall, What's—"
"Haley, I'm in love with you."
Silence filled our conversation.
Oh my god. He really didn't just say that, right?
"Kendall, um…"
"It's fine, I know, you're in love with—"
"Kendall, I'm in love with you to…."
