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My mom has her eyes glued to a 'People' and I'm staring out the window, at the guy in an orange jacket moving things around. It's overall pretty boring, and I'm praying Oliver makes it on the plane. I'm still unsure of what to tell my mom, I mean, he met my grandma once, why would he care about seeing her? She might be mad, but then happy once she realizes there's someone else to take care of Caelyn and she doesn't have to spend all her time with her. And what about Oliver's seats? It's a very slim chance the bald guy that just sat down next to my mom is going to move for him, so we will be stuck. He said he wanted to talk, and we can't talk from across the plane.

Caelyn makes a little sound and I smile at her, taking a blond curl and twirling it in my hand. At least she's happy now.

"The bathroom? You want to talk to me in the bathroom?" I ask Oliver in disbelief. After he got on the plane and we explained the situation to my mother, we ended up at his seats, two rows back from mine.

"Our seats aren't together.."

"I'm not spending six hours in a bathroom."

"Lil-"

I interrupt him, "Just tell him politely to move his seat. Not too hard, is it?"

"What!" Oliver screeched.

"Or...I'll do it. Like I do everything," I start walking back to my seats, where the extremely muscular twenty five year old man is sitting.

Oliver pulls me back, "I got it Lils! I'm good."

I smirk. This will be good.

"Um, excuse me sir, I was uh, wondering if you could trade seats with me."

"Why the hell would you think I would move so you and your slutty girlfriend can make out in my seat?"

"What did you just call her?" Oliver asks, his teeth grinding, and his face turning red.

My mom looks up from her magazine, a concerned look on her face.

"You heard me."

Oliver's face was dark red now. I've never seen him this mad, this dangerous. He moves his hand up, and I know what he's about to do.

"Oliver! No!" I shout, trying to stop him, but the guy replaced Oliver's hand with his, punching him. I can't even bare to see it.

I run to the bathroom, unsure of what I'm feeling. It's not happy. I hold Cae and sit on the toilet, not crying, but not smiling, just breathing, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I'm not a horrible person for doing this, am I? I could have helped Oliver, but instead I just ran away, leaving him there, hurt and alone. That's what I always do, run away. Like when me and Oliver were fighting, I just left. I didn't need to break up with him, or storm out of there, but I did. Cause that's who I am. I'm a fucking idiot.

I have to help him. He probably already got kicked off the plane, or rushed to the hospital because he broke his jaw. Why couldn't I just be there for him? I'm so freaking weak. I have a way of ruining everything. Every fucking thing.

"Ollie!" he is sitting in his seat, holding his nose, acting like he just had a little cold or a nose bleed. Like no one just punched him in the face.

I reach out to hug him, tight and sit on his lap. I look back to my seat and see the monster who caused this, minding his own business, like nothing happened.

"I'm sorry. For everything, we really shouldn't have broken up, and I want to be your fiance again, I want to hold you again. I love you Oliver, and I'm sorry for not being there when he hurt you, just running away. I'm sorry that all I ever do is run away. I'm sorry for always being in a bad mood and being a horrible fiance and mother. I'm sorry, Ollie," I choke out, "I love you."

He just hugs tighter, and when he pulls away he smiles at me, his nose looks beat up and he is obviously tired as hell, but he smiles, like our life is perfect.

"Let's start over."

I smile too now, "Okay."

"But first I need to tell you something."

"Yes, Ollie-Pop?"

"Never mind" He says quickly, pretending to be engrossed in the safety video the airplane's showing.

"Oliver, tell me."

"You'll be mad."

I'm not going to lie, I'm worried. "No I won't, just tell me."

"It's not my fault, okay?"

"Oliver! What isn't your fault?"

He mumbles something and I just look at him, "Yes?"

"I," he clears his throat, "I lost my job."

I'm mean. Sorry :/. Hope you liked the chapter, though. A lot happened. Reviews would be nice :).