Don't you just get so excited when I update?

No? Eh, forget you.

YAY! No school on Wednesday! YES!

BTW, sorry about the large change in time, but I wanted it to be nighttime when the ending event occured.

I don't own SWAC.

Sonny.


June 30, 2010. 11:47 P.M.

"Sonny?" I heard my mom's voice come from the other side of my bedroom door. A few things were different, though. For one, she called me Sonny. I don't think she had ever done that before - if she had, it was rare. Second, her voice was quiet, not...plain to say, she wasn't yelling at me. "May I come in?"

The shock of her actually asking and not just barging in (that and the tone of her voice) made me reply, "Uh..sure."

My mother stepped into my room slowly. Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and there was a frown on her face. She shut the door slowly and walked over, sitting next to me on my bed. She sighed. "I'm..I'm so sorry for how I acted."

The caring in my soaked through - as usual. "No, it's fine, mom." I attempted to smile.

"It's really not, Sonny. I was over reacting, and being...disrespectful, to put it in simple words. You do deserve to be happy, Sonny." I couldn't help it - I broke out into a smile. My mother sighed again. "There's something I have to tell you."

"Well..what is it?"

"There's a - a reason that I acted the way I did." she shook her head, then took a deep, shaky breath. "Back when I was sixteen, the same age as you, I had a boyfriend, just like you do." Or did, according to her. Mom closed her eyes. "He said he loved me. And, I thought I loved him too. We did some things that..I'm not proud of, now." she opened her eyes back up. "And, Sonny, I ended up pregnant."

I gasped quietly. "Does this mean that I'm not actually related to Derek?"

"No, no," she chuckled a bit. "He's your real brother. Your father met me later. That boy I was dating, though, left me when he found out."

I had heard of stuff like that happening before. It always made me feel depressed. I didn't know my own mother had gone through it, though.

"Did you get an abortion, then?"

"No, I didn't. My aunt lived next to a couple who couldn't have a baby, and..they took him." I saw tears brimming in her eyes. "I never got to see him again, either."

Yikes.

"The point of the story is...I don't want the same thing happening to you."

I took a moment to think about everything. I hadn't known my mother had gone through such a horrible experience. She was just looking out for me, she wasn't being...well, evil. "It's not going to, mom."

"Yes, you are a smart girl." she smiled. "And I know you won't make the same mistakes as I did. But...knowing that you and Chad already said that you love eachother...it scares me a bit. Don't you think you're rushing into things?"

No.

"So..I still can't see him." I looked down.

"I'm sorry, but, the answer is yes. It's for your own safety, Sonny." she stood up and began walking towards the door. "And, you're still stuck in this house. Not only is James still trying to find you - if you stay hidden, it'll lessen the chances - but none of this changes the fact that you were lying on the floor with that boy on you." she opened the door, and before leaving, added, "See? Another good example of rushing into things." and with that, she closed my door.

I suppose, she was a bit right. We were sort of rushing into saying "I love you" and all that. But, if the feelings were there, why not share them? And I was sure Chad would never do anything like that to me. Then again, I didn't want to be to quick and naïve like Carmen on George Lopez.

Only I would make a T.V. reference in a situation like this.


June 30, 2010. 9:18 P.M.

"Mom?" I asked, walking down the stairs. She looked at me from where she was sitting on the couch. "Do you mind if I go out for a while?" I knew she had told me to stay inside, but honestly, being in my room for the whole day was boring. Derek had offered to let me play on any of the games in his room, but I didn't feel up to it. I was to busy mourning the loss of Channy, as Tawni called it.

She thought for a moment, then sighed. "I suppose. I guess it would be pretty boring staying in here the whole day." Finally, for once we were on the same page. "But bring Quinn with you." I nodded, then called Quinn.

"Hello?" she asked. Her voice was unusually happy and peppy.

"Quinn?" I asked, incredulously.

"Yep. Sonny, I'm guessing? What's up?"

I shook my head, thinking that the unnormally happy tone was just my imagination. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to that park down the street with me. I'm really bored - I've been in the house the whole day - and my mother said you have to come with."

"Why don't you ask Chad?"

"That's another thing, I need to talk to you."

"Um..sure, I guess. Meet you at your house in a sec." the phone clicked off.

She arrived at my house a while later. I made sure to wear a hat, wanting to avoid anyone possibly recognizing me and selling me in to James. Turns out, it wasn't just the first person that he was giving money to. It was every single person that called in with my correct location. It didn't matter to him - his whole family was rich.

Quinn and I walked down to the park I was talking about. Sitting on the bench next to Quinn, I looked around. This park looked a lot like the one Chad and I first became a couple at. The bench, the fountain, everything.

I felt like killing whoever designed the park.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Quinn asked.

I jumped in and told her the whole story. My mother banishing me from seeing Chad, him sneaking into my window, mom catching Chad and I, Derek being nicer, and then the story mom told me. I told her every single detail, including how Skylar wanted to ask her out - she said she already knew, because he actually did run over to her house and ask her. That was the reason she was so giddy over the phone.

There were nearly tears in Quinn's eyes by the time I finished. She told me it was like something that would be on one of those Lifetime movies.

"You're not allowed to see Chad at all, then?" she asked. I nodded. Quinn leaned in and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Sonny. I know how much you loved him."

"Love him," I corrected. Quinn shrugged. "Hey, I'm going to go over and sit by the fountain, alright?" she nodded and I got up, walking over to the fountain. The second I got up, though, Quinn pulled her phone out and started texting.

Thanks, Quinny.

It was a while of me sitting by the fountain and Quinn texting before I felt arms wrap around me. I felt a jolt of fear, at first, but I recognized who the person was and snuggled into them.

"Chad," I whispered, grinning. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Quinn texted Skylar, who called me." he smiled back at me. "We were only apart for a day, and I already missed you like crazy." Chad sat next to me, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulders.

Non-sarcasm, this time: Thank you Quinn.

"I found out the reason my mom acted the way she did," I suddenly blurted.

"Why's that?" I told him everything my mom had, and his eyes widened. "W-what? She thinks I would do that to you?"

I shrugged. "She's just looking out for me, Chad."

"Wait...so we still can't see eachother?" I shook my head, and he looked down. "Oh."

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "This is all a mess. But, would you have preferred us to stay in California so I could have gotten kidnapped by James?"

"No."

"Well there you go." I smiled. "So, what happened with you today?"

Chad took a deep breath. "Ugh, where to begin? For starters, Lizzie apologized for everything she did. She even said she loved me." he smiled, and I smiled with him. "But, then, later, she came downstairs and told me that our father hit her."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know. I knew my dad was bad, but...I didn't know he was that bad."

I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Quinn staring at us, grinning. "Why are our families so disfunctional?"

"I couldn't tell you, Sonny. I really couldn't."


Yay, more drama! Isn't this exciting?

No. I didn't think so. This story is to dramatic for it's own good. WHERE IS THE HAPPINESS?

Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you.

~Crush, David Archuleta.

-Abbie