Chapter 9

I stood in line at the airport with Logan to go through security.

I tapped my foot on The back of my luggage and Logan gave me a look.

"Would you just calm down?" He asked, stepping on my foot to stop the tapping.

I sighed, "No, Logan, I can't."

"It'll all be okay, James. I'm sure she's fine." He assured as we moved up in line.

I heard a phone ringing and Logan fished into his pocket to grab it.

"It's Darcy." He said, quickly answering it.

"What is it? What's going on?" I asked and Logan's face turned pale.

"Okay..." He answered, hanging up the line and I gave him a "What's-going-on." look.

"So?" I asked, moving further up in line but Logan didn't move.

"James..." He started and my heart began to sink.

"No." I said, starting to back up.

"James, they, they tried everything." Logan explained and I felt like everything was a blur.

"This isn't real." I protested, backing up more.

"James, she's gone." Logan said again, walking toward me.

I stared at him, shaking my head.

"I can't deal with this anymore. The pain. The loss. I can't! I'm...I've...I've got to find some peace."

"James, don't." Logan said, alarmed at what I was hinting.

"I have to end it, Logan. I don't have any other choice!" I yelled, starting to feel light headed.

I turned and ran out the door and from his presence.

I planned it all out in my head as I ran from the airport.

Overdose. Easy and fast.

I felt myself bump into someone, causing both of us to fall to the ground.

I looked into the girl's eyes, instantly remembering her.

"Well, if it isn't James Diamond." She said, smiling at me as she helped me up.

"Zoey." I simply said, trying to push past her to get back to my house.

I hadn't seen Zoey for 8 years. Honestly, the last time I remember seeing her was at a party when we were both 16.

Zoey and I had a past. A past as in at the same party we ended up in a room together and I think everyone can do the math to how the night ended.

"How have you been, James?" She asked and I took some time to look at her.

She looked tired, worn down.

"Not well...I actually need to be getting home..." I said, looking past her.

"Listen, James, Its been a while since I last saw you..."

I cut her off, "Zoey, I really need to go." I pushed past her.

"James, James, I have to tell you something." Zoey said, reaching for me.

"What?!" I snapped, "What's so important?!"

"James, James, we have a daughter."

"What?..."