"What do you mean he's been released?" Kendall seethed at the police officers, standing outside of Jess's hospital room.
"We had no reason to keep him. No charges have been filed, and no solid proof against him."
"So her laying in there isn't proof enough?" he raised his voice, barely holding himself from screaming at the officers. "He fucking pushed her down the stairs!"
The biggest officer gave him a warning glance, forcing him to calm down before he spoke. "We're looking at possible scenarios, Mr. Knight, and one of those possibilities is that she simply tripped. Unless you have any proof or witnesses, we can't keep him."
"Can't you get him for child abuse? He's been doing it for years!"
"Have you or anyone else personally seen him doing anything?
Immediately he remembered the first time he's seen her, freshmen year, sitting in her dad's car while he visibly screamed at her. When she didn't respond fast enough, he watched helplessly as his fist contacted her shoulder harshly.
Kendall nodded, telling them what he remembered. "Now that's something we can work with if you'd be willing to file a report."
"Will it get him put back away?" Kendall asked, his shoulders sagging with mental and emotional exhaustion.
"Yes it till, so as soon as you can come file a report, we can get a warrant for his arrest. It'll buy us time to investigate just what happened, if anything."
Kendall, too worn out to argue that something did happen, just nodded and thanked the officers before walking back into Jess's room where she finally slept. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he studied her tear tracked face and a stab of guilt ran through him. The thought that he no longer wanted to be in LA, so far away from her, occurred to him. He knew he wouldn't be able to pull himself away from her, or lie awake at night knowing that she was in so much pain from losing her child… their child..
Then something echoed in his mind catching him off guard; our child. The reality that he had been a father took the breath out of him. He remembered his own father and how he left them. The idea that his child would have been born without knowing him bothered him so much; at least he had grown up knowing his father.
The distraught boy walked over to the chair by the head of her bed, slumping down with his hands supporting his head as he stared at the blue speckled white floor tiles. He tried to clear his mind, figure out where to go from there but he found himself wondering how things would have turned out had he not left and what nagged at him the most, what the baby would have been like. Jess hadn't told him anything about the pregnancy, and he knew better than to ask. The doctor had told him that it had been a perfectly healthy boy and he had been trying to imagine the possibilities of what he would have looked like.
He wasn't exactly sure how long he sat there hen her sister came in but he jumped hen she rested her hand on his shoulder.
"I know you don't understand why she didn't tell you, but you will. If not soon… someday. And having you here is helping her deal with this more than anyone can comprehend," she said quietly, steadily meeting his gaze hen he looked up at her.
"Did she just think that I wouldn't have been a good enough father… I… I don't get it. I would have loved it just as much as the next person," he stuttered out, more to himself than to her.
"That's not it at all. Kendall, you do realize the magnitude of the opportunity you had, you still have , right?" He nodded silently, still not understanding. "If you had been in her situation would you not have done the same thing she did? She didn't want to be the one to blame for ruining it for you. She loves you and she only wanted the best for you. If things had gone the way she planned, the baby would have been born, given up to a steady family and you would have gone on without knowing. Ignorance is bliss, right?"
He looked away, staring out the window while it all fell into place. It didn't stop the anger he still felt, not knowing and not being able to do anything to help but he understood, slightly.
So there is was, the newest chapter of this story. I know its been FOREVERRRRR and a day since I've written for this and I just got over probably the worst writers block I've had. This story was written completely on my own, and I am proud to say that it's not too bad. I like it, somewhat. It's slightly a filler chapter but it's important. This whole scene with the police and her sister really sets it up for the second half of the story. Yes, there will be Hollywood and the Palm Woods and the guys will have to find out sometime but what fun would that be without drama and angst. That's what this story is based around, right? ;D So please leave your reviews, they probably mean more on this chapter than any. I love you guys, thanks :)