A/N: hey y'all, fully rested from stressful deadlines and I've got an amazing action-packed eventful chapter for you all! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this story and it makes me so happy seeing when new people follow and favourite this! this chapter has it all, intimate moments, action, heartbreak, twists and surprises. So sit back, relax and try not to kill me once you're done reading this...
Thanks to my new story follower JasminJW and my reviewers! As always your comments make my day.
FnafanimeGirl109: Aww thanks so much! I know Shane's a dick and his blackmailing is unacceptable! But that's how this story goes unfortunately :3, you're gonna hate him more at the end of this lol. I'm not gonna say shane was a good guy in the series but I think he definitely loved Lori and Carl and he would do ANYTHING for his survival.
JasminJW: You're so sweet! I hope you continue to enjoy this story x
frosiedog: haha don't worry I intend to have plenty of cute parts to come! I know I thought since Sophia seemed older to me than Carl that she would have some sense in that scene.. anyways I don't need to make Shane be a knobhead he's doing a great job of that on his own. I'm curious to think what you'll make of this!
Now this is the sixth chapter I'm uploading and I'm thinking of giving myself a break on the weekends and not upload so I have plenty of chapters to give you during the week. we'll see anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Walking Dead or its affiliated characters and storyline, only my OC and my plotlines.
-Angels and Douchebags
"Carl! No Carl!" Rick ran out of the bushes and to Carl who was lying on the ground unconscious. The deer was also on the ground with a hole through it. A bullet hole.
"Rick!" I shouted running after him as he held Carl in his arms sobbing.
"Rick look at me!" I put my hands on his face forcing him to face me with tears streaming down them.
"You have to stay calm. Can you do that?" I asked him stroking his cheek gently and felt the stubble there.
"Yeah," I took my hands off his face. Shit where did that come from.
Rick lifted him up into his arms and I took the rifle from him as we began walking back. From behind us I heard rustling and I stood in front of Rick and Carl with the rifle our arms shaking slightly.
"You got this." Rick said slowly.
"Who's there?" I asked assertively.
"Come out!" I shouted taking the safety off ready to fire. A taller bigger man came out with no hair holding his rifle up in one hand and his hand up in surrender breathing heavily.
"Oh God. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He began panicking. I looked back at Carl's lifeless body in Ricks arms and up at him as we wore the same expression of shock on his face.
"Hey! I will shoot you!" I said unsteadily. My hands hovering over the trigger.
"You did this?! Have you got a house?" I pressed him and he didn't answer stuttering.
"Answer me asshole!"
"Y-yeah I'll lead you to him." I took the rifle from his hand and swung it over my shoulder nudging the man along.
"Move!" I said getting him to walk faster.
"How is he Rick?" I glanced back at the man holding is son and he mouthed wordlessly.
"Keep it together." I squeezed his shoulder gently.
"Hey. How much longer?" I shouted seeing Rick struggle with Carl.
"Another half a mile, that way. Hershel, talk to Hershel. He'll help your boy." The man called Otis said leading us to some open fields with fences.
"Rick I'll take him." He looked reluctant to give him to me.
"Rick you're exhausted. I'll keep him safe I promise." I looked up at the blue eyed man who's eyes were wide with worry. He nodded handing Carl over to my carefully and I picked him up and it's his arms around my neck. He was surprisingly light and Rick took the rifle pointing it at Otis.
"Let's go! Come on!" Rick shouted at Otis who walked faster until we reached a house. We were both drenched in sweat and Rick was half crying and panting. We passed a gate into the house and an old man and family stood with a baseball bad stood outside the door.
"Was he bit?" He asked.
"Shot. By your man!" Rick said angrily.
"He said find Hershel. Is that you?" I panted out as the old man looked at me.
"Help me, help my boy." Rick said crying and Hershel ushered us into the house. We walked through the hallway as I put Carl onto the bed feeling my midsection ache. I pressed my hand onto my stomach seeing a little blood seep through. Shit not again. I inwardly groaned. Hershel saw me holding my stomach.
"I'll tend to that." He said and I nodded.
"Is he alive?" Rick said around Hershel who tried to work. He's not giving him enough space.
I walked over to Rick and pulled him back away from the bed. I sat him down on the chair as he watched Hershel work tears in his eyes. An older woman and what seemed like Hershel's daughters with blonde and brunette hair came into the room and started preparing the equipment.
"What do you need?" I came to Hershel trying to ignore the pain.
"Put pressure on the wound." He instructed. I took an old pillow case and lifted up Carl's shirt pressing it down.
Hershel put his stethoscope on and began feeling for a heartbeat. I felt Rick standing beside me as I pressed down.
"I found a heartbeat. Maggie I need an IV!" He said to the young brown haired girl. The older blonde woman gently nudged Rick and I back.
"What are your names sweetie?" She asked us both.
"Polaris," I replied as she took over.
"Uh Rick." He said shakily.
"Polaris thanks for your help. Rick I'm gonna do everything we can okay?" Hershel said as the youngest girl led us over to the next room. I sat down and hissed as pain when Rick suddenly looked at me.
"You're hurt." He pointed out snapping out of his worry.
"I'm fine." I said waving a hand then groaned feeling the blood drip down my shirt.
"Hey my friend's hurt!" Rick shouted to them leaning down in front of me.
"Beth!" Hershel shouted and the blonde haired girl came out with a needle and thread.
"Rick I'm gonna need you to move aside slightly." Beth said calmly. She couldn't be more than 17 as she lifted my shirt up. I looked at Rick who came beside me and held my hand. He would glance back to where Carl was every few minutes as I gripped his hand Beth took long to sew up the wound which was now completely secure. She got up and started to leave when I pulled her shoulder.
"Thanks," I said sweating and panting. She gave me a warm smiled and squeezed my hand before joining her father.
Rick wiped his hands on his face which were covered with my blood. He sat beside me looking down.
"Rick," I said forcing him to look up. I picked up the rag and wiped his face, he's eyes never leaving me. The usually clean shaven Rick now had a thin layer of stubble. He took his Sheriff's hat off and put it on the his lap running a hand through his hair.
"I wish I knew what to say right now." I sighed leaning back in the chair.
"You helped bring him to this farm. You didn't even hesitate, thank you." He nodded.
"I care for you. And Carl." I added quickly.
"He's a great kid he doesn't deserve that." I said.
"You risked yourself trying to help him." He said eyes trained on the wooden floor.
He looked at me then surprisingly pulled me into a hug. I rubbed his back and felt his hands on my shoulder blades before he started sobbing.
"Shh," I coaxed trying to calm him.
"They can help him. He'll be alright." I said softly putting a hand in his hair. No matter what Shane tried to make me do I wasn't going to let him hurt Rick ever. To hell with him finding out my secret. He deserved to see his family live.
I pulled away and smiled, He gave me a weak smile and we looked into the operating room, it seemed to be calm and Rick stood up offering his arm for support. I took it and leaned against his side entering the room.
"You know his blood type?" Hershel asked Rick.
"A-positive same as mine." He replied instantly.
"Don't wander far I'm gonna need you." Hershel said.
"What happened?" Hershel asked Otis as he entered the room.
"I was tracking a buck and the bullet went through." He explained looking solemn.
"The deer slowed it down which saved his life but it broke up in 6 pieces inside of him." Hershel said studying Carl.
"Now I can get it out." He reassures us.
"Lori doesn't know. My wife doesn't know." Rick started sobbing holding his forehead. I wrapped an arm up to his shoulder and pulled his head to mine.
"You have to stay with him." I said to him. I lead him over to a sofa in the living room, still holding my weight and we sat down on the sofa. I was the one with the injury but Rick was the one who looked on the verge of collapse.
"I shouldn't have let him go with us. He should've stayed with Lori." Rick eyes were darting down around the room.
"You can't blame yourself." I looked at him.
"Sophia went missing and you've been trying to look for her. You haven't stopped." I said rubbing his back.
"But it was on me she went missing. Shane told me to call it a day but I didn't listen. I should be the one in that room." I looked down not saying anything.
"You've been there Rick. You told me, you got shot and were in a coma for 6 months." I said.
"Is this how it's supposed to end? I woke up and find my family only for them to get killed?" He asked tears in his eyes. He put his fingers into his eyes and I leaned my head against his shoulder finding no words to comfort him. We stayed in that room for a while, I stood up testing out if I could walk. Well I managed a limp and it seemed fine.
"Rick," the girl called Maggie came out and beckoned us in. Carl was screaming and crying as Hershel had some forceps under his ribs trying to pull the bullet pieces out. Blood was coming out and Carl continued crying and calling for his dad.
"Polaris hold him down." He instructed, I sat down in the seat and placed an arm over his chest tears filling my eyes seeing Carl writhe on the bed in pain. I would do anything to take his pain away.
"He needs blood now!" Maggie said.
Rick held out his arm to Otis' wife Patricia as she pressed the needle into his elbow.
"You're killing him!" Rick shouted at Hershel as Carl continued screaming, suddenly he stopped and his eyes closed.
"Hey! Hey!" I shouted looking at Hershel.
"He Just passed out." Hershel looked at me and I relaxed my arm of his chest leaning forwards in the chair. I kept telling Rick to hold it together but I couldn't do it myself. Silently I let the tears fall and watched Hershel work. Carl's tiny chest was rapidly moving up and down as the shrapnel pieces were removed. Rick pulled up the chair next to me and watched Carl. I looked at him seeing how pale he was as his blood was being filled up in a bottle.
"You okay?" I looked at him and he nodded.
Hershel was now pumping air into his chest as Carl was breathing steadily. He's going to make it.
"Pressure's stable. Your son's going to be okay," Hershel looked to both of us.
"O-oh," I stammered.
"No we're n-not. I'm not." I tried to explain feeling my cheeks heat up. I was way too young to be the mother of a 10 year old kid!
"She's not his mother." I looked at Rick and I swore his cheeks were slightly red.
"I need to get her. I need to get Lori she needs to know what's happened." He said trying to stand up.
"I need you to stay close. He's gonna need more blood." Hershel said ordering Rick to sit back down. I followed Rick making sure he didn't fall as he sat in the next room.
"Don't worry I got it." I said to Hershel, Patricia and Beth who looked alarmed.
"Rick," I bent down in front of him.
"You need to be here for your son. I'm not letting you walk out that door. We'll find a way to get Lori and the others here. Lori would never forgive you if something happened when you left." I said searching his eyes.
"Hey look at me." I said getting his attention.
"I will stop you if you try to walk out that door." I warned him and he laughed slightly as I smiled.
"There's that laugh." I grinned standing up with my hands on my hips. I turned around seeing Maggie and Otis sitting on the sofa in the room. Hershel cane out holding a bloody rag. Rick and I stood up and he wobbled a bit before I grabbed his arm.
"He's stable for now. But I still need to remove the other fragments."
"You saw how he was with the first one." I said disbelievingly.
"And that was the shallowest one. He's got internal bleeding from a fragment that's nicked his blood vessels." Hershel continued and Rick put a hand over his mouth breathing heavily.
"There's more." Hershel said.
"Tell me." Rick said decidedly.
"I have to open him up find it and stitch it. He can't move at all while I'm in there, if he does I'll sever an artery and he'll be dead in minutes." Hershel looked directly at Rick. Ricks was frowning and his eyes were still filled with tears and anger.
"To try all this, I have to put him under but he won't be able to breath on his own." Hershel finished. It seemed like there was no hope.
"What will it take?" Rick said and I saw the determined look in his eyes.
"You need a respirator. What else?" Otis stood up and came towards Hershel.
"Surgical supplies, drapes, sutures.." Hershel began listing.
"And if you had all that, you could save him?" Rick asked. Oh no I see where he's going with this.
"I could try." Hershel stated.
"The high school. It'll still have all that, it was overrun last time I saw but maybe it's better." Otis suggested.
"I'll go." I looked up seeing Shane enter the house.
"Shane," Rick said as both men embraced.
"I heard what happened." He said walking in looking worried.
"Lori?" Rick asked worriedly.
"She's fine, she's with the others. I said I needed to check on y'all then I saw the dead deer and followed your tracks." Shane explained looking at me as I nodded.
"I'll go." Shane said to Hershel.
"I hate you going alone." Rick said.
"I won't be. Pol?" Shane looked at me eyes full of hate and threats.
"I'll back him up." I said reluctantly. As much as I would've gladly risk my life for Carl I wasn't in much of a position to travel.
"You're injured how can you?" Rick asked incredulously.
"For Carl." I said firmly.
"I'll be careful."
"I know where it is. I'll take you both there." Otis said.
"Are you sure about this?" Shane asked Otis.
"You don't even know what any of those things look like?" Otis chuckled.
"I suppose not." Shane glanced down then back at Otis.
"I'll gather some things." Otis walked off.
"Where's your wife?" Maggie asked Rick. We explained where the RV and church was and Maggie went off and ran outside. After a short while Shane, Otis and Me loaded some weapons up into a blue pickup truck.
"Get only what you need." Rick said to Shane a hand behind his neck. He handed his gun to Otis who promised to bring it back. Shane and Otis got into the only two seats in the pick up truck whilst I sat against it at the back, rifle in hand. Rick came up the side as I leaned over.
"Be careful," he warned.
"And come back." I put a hand over mine and squeezed it. I smiled and nodded touched at how much he cared. He considers you a friend. I thought to myself. Nothing more. The truck engine started and pulled away from the farm down the fields as Hershel and Rick became smaller in the distance. Otis stopped the truck a little while away as we walked through the bushes rifles in hand until we reached a clearing. Shane led the way keeping low over the hill as we looked out at the high school.
We bent down behind the cars, Shane in front with me next to him then Otis. Otis began moving further to the school.
"Woah, woah. We need to to take a look." I put my hand on his chest stopping him.
"Shane?" I gestured.
"Why don't you?" He said defensively.
"You're 6ft tall and I'm 5ft 1!" I whispered harshly and saw his warning glance making me close my mouth.
He stood up and I followed suit looking over the police car seeing at least 100 Walkers between us and the building.
"You see that medical trailer?" Otis said as Shane looked over.
"That's where we gotta get to?" Shane asked disbelievingly. We both looked at each other and knew there was no way all of us were getting there without getting seen. Especially since Otis couldn't run fast enough. We stayed behind the car glancing over every now and then looking for an opening.
Shane came out walking low along the side of the car and I crouched down low next to him. Otis kept the rifle up to cover him and Shane clicked the police car door open, looking inside for something. The back door opened making Otis grunt in surprise and Shane gestured for us to move back. Maybe I could find an opportunity. To get rid of Shane. He already threatened Rick's life, how long before he acted on it? Who knows who he could hurt? Despite the complete shitbag he was I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Shane chuckled finding flares in the back of the car and I smiled. We waited till it was dark and lit them, throwing them way over to the pavement. The Walkers took the bait and got distracted moving in the opposite direction. We threw more and their snarls became louder heading towards the light come from the flares.
Once they were a good distance away Shane and I ran towards the medical truck and Otis followed. We ran inside the truck and closed the door keeping as quiet as possible until we were in the pitch black of the trailer. I switched the torch on and we began rummaging along the shelves to find what we needed.
"Is this it?" I held a plastic respirator up to Otis who nodded.
"We need 3!" He whispered back. Shane took some oxygen tanks from the top shelf throwing it into the bag. Otis picked up some more equipment and looked at the list. I gathered more of the sutures and shoved them into Shane's backpack.
"We got it?" I asked Shane and Otis.
"Yeah, let's go." Shane said as we opened the door of the trailer quietly.
"Shit!" I said as the Walkers noticed us and began walking closer. I led the way running along the side of the high school.
"Where the fuck are you going?" Shane shouted.
"I don't know just stay with me!" I spat angrily trying to find an opening. I pulled down on a handle but the door was locked. The Walkers were gaining on us as we ran up the metal staircase being one level up on the building. I ran ahead as a Walker came out of the side and grabbed onto my clothes.
"No," I grunted trying to get my knife out. I felt Shane watching me without moving forward.
"What are you waiting for?" I hissed at him as he stabbed it in the head.
"Asshole!" I shoved him away as Otis caught up to us and we kept running. We reached a set of double glass doors and I tried to open it but they were locked. Walkers were rounded on us from all sides with their decomposing flesh getting closer.
"Stay back!" Shane shouted as I moved behind him he shot the glass causing it to smash. My stomach was hurting but the stitches held together. We jumped inside closing the metal gate against it and keeping it locked. The Walker hands reached through as we were backed up against the wall guns up.
"Damn it!" Shane grunted. The nail we used to keep the gate in place broke off and we were running through the high school hallways the Walkers running fast motivated by our flesh. Shane stopped in front of the back exit seeing it gained up.
We rounded the corner and continued running losing motivation and hope. I started panting, running out of breath with no more energy to run forward. We found the gym and pushed open the doors climbing on top of the wooden athletic equipment, the Walkers gathering below us.
"Those windows, what's on the other side?" Shane shined a torch light over it.
"About a 20ft drop, with some bushes to catch us then an athletic field." Otis explained.
"We gotta get up there and get out." I said and Shane agreed.
"You kidding me man? I won't make it there look at me." Otis gestured to himself.
"And she won't be able to with that stomach." Otis said pointing to me.
"Why what's wrong?" Shane asked.
"Oh so concerned." I snapped back at him.
"You were happy to let some Walker have at me." I accused him.
"What are you talkin' about? I saved you." Shane argued.
"Okay we don't have time!" Otis raised his voice before we could continue.
"You jump down and your stitches are gonna reopen." He said to me.
"It's the only way. Fourth time lucky I'll get them sewed up again." I shrugged.
"If it wasn't for your accent I'd forget You're British." Otis smirked slightly.
"What are you gonna do then?" Shane asked.
"Locker room, has windows more my size. I get out we meet on the athletic field and get out." Otis explained like it was easy.
"You're a crazy son of a bitch." Shane shook his head.
"Take three shots then you go. We'll lay down a cover fire for you." Shane said scanning the room. Otis shot three bullets into the Walkers before jumping off onto the ground falling to the ground in pain. Me and Shane began shooting before I saw him. I was going to run after him before Shane pulled me back by my shirt.
"What are you doing?" I shouted angrily at him.
"Covering him. You need to do the same!" Shane ordered and I saw he was right. Otis began crawling away from a Walker with no legs then stood up limping.
"Shane he's hurt!" I pointed out as Otis reached the room and shut the door.
"We're never gonna make it with him." Shane muttered. He shot off across the gym and I followed him whilst the Walkers were occupied and we clambered quickly on the bleachers smashing the window.
"When the time comes, he's gonna slow us down. If I have to choose between him or me. Imma choose me." Shane said to me leaning down.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"We're gonna get overrun with Walkers. When that happens we're gonna take the backpack of equipment from him and then you're gonna shoot him." He said.
"What? No!" I said in shock.
"Unless you want me flashing round a piece of paper to Rick and the others." Shane suggested.
"Do it for all I care. A man's life is at stake here." I said angrily.
"When Rick finds out. He's gonna be heartbroken, even more than he already is. You think he'll want someone like that to stay? Nah you'll be out faster than you can say goodbye." Shane explained.
"Haven't you been listening you dick? I don't care." I shoved his hand off my arm.
"And when you're gone. Who's to stop me from being with Lori? Rick sure as hell wouldn't know about it. And we both know Lori wouldn't tell." He smirked.
"You wouldn't." I said. I didn't know Shane could get any lower than he was until now.
"Not that you'll be able to stop me." He shrugged.
"So what's it gonna be?" He asked shooting the stray Walker that wondered over to us.
"Maybe even Rick one day might find himself at the mercy of a Walker and I may not have the bullets to stop it."
"Shane," I gasped in horror.
"He's your best friend!" I argued.
"Maybe He was. He's not the same man anymore." Shane said looking down.
"You're gonna do it when the time comes. No matter what you say I know you're falling for Rick, and you don't want him to know what I know." Shane said. He jumped down holding his hands on the edge and jumped off landing on his ankle I heard it snap. Serves him right, bastard. I looked over the edge taking a deep breath.
Suddenly a Walker was behind me and I thrusted my knife into it losing balance and falling into the green bush. I got up with scratches on my arms and legs and face but nothing broken. I looked Shane limping on his leg and took a backpack from him. Serves him right. Bastard. I looked up at the full moon, we had already been gone too long and who knew what the state of Carl. We hadn't even seen Lori, Glenn, Carol, Daryl, Dale, T-Dog or Andrea. And we still didn't know if Sophia was even alive. We leaned against the side of the high school building seeing the Walkers groaning and moaning along the footpath. Shane held a rifle limping on his ankle and shot them down gathering more attention. We reached metal fence and looked it on the other side the Walkers trying to push it over. Shane tried to reload and the Walker struggling towards us was shot.
"Otis!" I cried with relief.
"Man I'd thought we lost you!" Shane said throwing an arm around his shoulders leaning on him for support. I fought the urge to look at Shane, he was going to betray. He didn't even have the guts to do it himself. He was going to blackmail me to betray Otis.
We came down the hill alongside the fence away from the main high school ground trying to find another way out. Otis, Shane and I leaned against it heavily breathing. When Walkers attacked. We started moving again away from the fence and pressed ourselves up against the concrete wall.
"We're never gonna make it out." I huffed.
"You two will." Otis said nodding to us both.
"I won't."
"Otis don't say that." I pleaded with him as Shane said nothing. We continued walking along in the shadows trying to make it back when we rounded a corner and found a car park.
"We need to get to that street, double back to the truck." Otis said as he and Shane collapsed to the floor.
"Look we ain't gonna make it man." Shane groaned sweating. I leaned down on the floor next to them loading my gun.
"How many rounds you got left?" He asked me.
"5." I said counting them.
"I've got 4. You?" Otis asked.
"5 plus one in the barrel." Shane looked at me then glanced to Otis and back at me.
"This is where it'll happen." He said out loud not taking his eyes off me. No, no I can't do this. Trade one man's life for another. Rick for Otis, if I shot Shane our problems would be solved. Lori would be safe, he wouldn't threaten me no more and it would remain a secret. But he's Ricks best friend, he kept Lori and Carl safe when they thought he was dead, if I kill him and not tell Rick I don't think I could bear to look Rick in the face again.
I need to make a decision. The Walkers growling came closer as the horse approached us. We began shooting behind us trying to make our rounds count, all slowed down by our injuries.
"I'm down to my last!" I shouted to them and they counted theirs.
"Me too." Otis said. The Walkers were getting closer and Shane looked at me then at Otis.
"I'm sorry." He said to Otis who looked at him with wide eyes. Shane looked at me once more his eyes urging me to shoot him. To kill him to leave him behind.
"Do it Pol. Do it or I swear I'll hurt them. Rick, Lori. You don't do this and Carl's gonna die. Ricks gonna find out. Is that what you want?" He exploded shouting at me.
"I'm so sorry." I pulled out the gun and shot Otis in the leg, my eyes filled with tears. He fell to the floor in pain and Shane pushed him back towards the Walkers trying to grab the backpack of him. He's still alive. It's still not too late. I tried to throw Shane off Otis but he hit me in the nose with the butt of his fun. I put my fingers up feeling my nose bleeding.
Shane tussled with Otis on the floor and I was on Shane trying to get him off. I punched him in the stomach and he pressed down on my stomach causing me to clutch it in pain.
"Stop!" I shouted crying. Shane began kicking Otis where I shot him and started screaming in pain.
"I'll kill you!" Otis grunted our grabbing a fistful of Shane's hair and yanking not out.
"Shane stop it's not too late!" I shouted pleading with him and shooting the Walkers coming up behind them. Shane got out of Otis' grasp and began limping my way with both backpacks on his shoulder. He passed me limping as I looked to go back to Otis. But the Walkers were on him.
"Otis!" I screamed tears streaming down my face.
"Pol come on!" Shane shouted and I followed him. If we didn't get this supplies back. Carl would be dead.
But I had just left a man to die. In cold blood.
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Shane drove the pick up truck back to the farm in silence. We didn't say a word to each other the entire way back. As soon as we pulled up to the farm Rick and Lori ran out, I got out of the car as quickly as possible to get away from Shane.
"Carl?" Shane asked coming round with the bags.
"Still alive." Hershel came out and took the bags inside.
"Otis?" He asked looking around the side of the car. I looked down not being able to even look him in the eye. Shane looked at me annoyed then answered him.
"No." Shane shook his head.
"I'm gonna have to tell Patricia's wife." Hershel sighed putting a hand on his forehead. We followed him inside the house where he prepped Carl and told us to wait outside.
"Thank you," Rick engulfed Shane in a hug and patted his back.
"Truly," He looked at me with his blue eyes hopeful and tears of happiness.
I couldn't take it anymore and broke down sobbing on the floor.
"Pol?" Lori asked me picking me up off the floor and giving me a hug.
"What is it sweetie?" She asked stroking my hair.
"Otis." I blubbered out feeling comfortable in her embrace and fully breaking down for the first time that day.
A/N: Hehe so that's my little twist. What did you think?