I sped to Lizzie's house. It took me exactly fifteen minutes to get there. When I got there, I saw Brock and Will outside of her appartment building pushing and shuving each other. I stoped the car and jumped out as fast as I could. Lizzie was trying unseccesfully to keep peace between the two men. I leaped between the two of them.
"Stop this. You're acting like two year olds. Now what the heck is the problem that you guys can't resolve by talking it out?" I asked. When I got a good look at the guys I realized Brock had a bloody lip and Will had a black and blue eye.
"Ask him. He started this," Will said.
"Really? And you weren't man enough to stop it?" I demanded.
"Don't throw this on me, you little witch. You're the one who's been cheating on me," Will said.
"What the heck are you talking about? I dumped you last week. And this is exactly why I dumped you. You're nothing more than an egotistical, self-centered, controling, no good, S.O.B."
"Really? Well I came over here cus I heard you'd be here. I wanted to give you a chance to get back together with me. So now Candance, the choice is yours. Either me or him."
"First off, DON'T CALL ME CANDANCE! Secondly, if I have to chose, then I chose Brock. Now get lost."
"Fine, that's the way you want it, its your lost baby." He got in his car and left.
"CJ..." I put my hand gently over his mouth.
"No, please let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up. I'll explain while I'm cleaning your mouth." I led him up into Lizzie's appartment. She followed us.
"It's really not that bad,"He said.
"Let me do it for my peace of mind then. Here sit down here." I grabbed a face cloth and cleaned his mouth gently. "So now I think I should explain about Will. I started going out with him a year ago. We were engaged after six months of going out. Then our relationship changed, drastically. We broke up a month later. Then two months after that we got back together. We dated for three months but I was miserable the whole time. So last week, just before my mother died, I dumped him again. He really doesn't mean anything to me. Our relationship is just really weird and really complicated and I can't exactly explain it. Just trust me please. I don't have any feelings for him. At least not anymore. I love you now, more than any other guy in my life except one."
"Your father?" Brock asked.
"No."
"Your uncle?"
"No."
"Candy, you should take him to meet Ryan," Lizzie said.
"I can't. I'm not supposed to go by there until Friday."
"Go where? And who's Ryan. CJ please explain to me now," Brock demanded.
"I'll leave you two to talk," Lizzie said going into the other room.
"Brock, I need to be honest with you, and I need to tell you something that is going to be very hard to tell you. I need you to please understand and please don't go running off when I tell you this."
"I love you too much to run off. Please just tell me. I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything you want to."
"Ok, well, here it goes. When I was 18 I met a guy. I fell madly in love with him, and we ended up having a child together. Well about six months after I had the baby, Ryan, my life got flip turned upside down. My grandparents passed away, my boyfriend- Mike, the baby's father- and I broke up, my grades in college were droping horribly, and I just fell apart. I knew a guy who was a big druggie. I did one little joint. Mike found out, and filed for complete custody of Mike. I managed to get unsupervised weekend visits. Last year I filed for full custody because Mike got married and I didn't want Ryan near his wife, Christine. But Mike's dad was the cheif of police so the courts sided with him. So I still only have weekends and every other holiday. I want to go for custody again, but I have to wait until I can prove that I can give Ryan a stable home life and a loving family." I started crying as I finished up my story.
"I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. But I know that I would really love to meet this son of yours because I know that if he's anything like his mother, I'll fall in love with him immediatly too." He craddled me in his arms while I sobbed a little. I didn't want to let myself cry too hard. "Hey, listen, my sister is a lawyer right here in Florida. Let me see if I can get in contact with her and we'll see if she can help us."
"Will you really do that for me?"
"Yes. I love you too much to see u in any pain. So let me go call my mother and see if I can get my sister's phone number." I left him in the kitchen so he could have some privacy. I went into the living room where Lizzie was sitting on the couch channel surfing.
"Hey, How'd it go?"
"He's getting me a lawyer."
"Thats great. He seems really nice."
"Liz, I think I love him. But my father really really hates him."
"Wait! Your father?"
"Mark Calloway, a.k.a. the undertaker is my father..." I quickly explained it to her.
"Oh man. You've got yourself in quite a bind."
"I know. But how do I get out of this. I can't tell Mark the truth, and seeings as he just left Sarah for me, I can't really do anything to mess up the relationship."
"Right now, I'd say focus on getting Ryan back. Then worry about Mark. Who knows, Mark could be so happy that you got his grandson back he might lighten up to the idea of you and Brock being together."
Brock came into the room. "Hey, good news. My mother had her number. I called and she said that you and I should come by her house and explain the situation to her."
"Great. Where does she live?"
"Right here in Miami."
"Great. Got the address?"
"Yup. Right here."
"Ok. Let's go. Liz, I'll catch up with you later."
"Ok. You've got the key if you guys want to come back later to sleep you're more than welcome."
"Thanks."
"Oh yeah, and good luck," Liz and I hugged. "And it was nice meeting you Brock, I hope to see you again soon." Brock and I left and headed for his sister, Christine's house. I let Brock drive since he said he had directions.
As soon as we got infront of the house I started to flip out. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?"
"This is Mike's house."
"No way."
"Yes. I swear to god. This is my ex-boyfriend Mike's house."
"Do you still want to go in?"
"Well how long has it been since you saw your sister?"
"Six months. She came home last Christmas and said she'd gotten married but her husband couldn't make it. She never said anything about a child."
"Let's just go and say hi. Then I'll get to see Ryan."
"Before we go to the door let me tell you something. If it gets too hard for you, just click your tounge on your teeth and I'll make an excuse on why we need to leave."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. C'mon lets go." We went up to the door and knocked. Mike opened the door.
"Stop this. You're acting like two year olds. Now what the heck is the problem that you guys can't resolve by talking it out?" I asked. When I got a good look at the guys I realized Brock had a bloody lip and Will had a black and blue eye.
"Ask him. He started this," Will said.
"Really? And you weren't man enough to stop it?" I demanded.
"Don't throw this on me, you little witch. You're the one who's been cheating on me," Will said.
"What the heck are you talking about? I dumped you last week. And this is exactly why I dumped you. You're nothing more than an egotistical, self-centered, controling, no good, S.O.B."
"Really? Well I came over here cus I heard you'd be here. I wanted to give you a chance to get back together with me. So now Candance, the choice is yours. Either me or him."
"First off, DON'T CALL ME CANDANCE! Secondly, if I have to chose, then I chose Brock. Now get lost."
"Fine, that's the way you want it, its your lost baby." He got in his car and left.
"CJ..." I put my hand gently over his mouth.
"No, please let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up. I'll explain while I'm cleaning your mouth." I led him up into Lizzie's appartment. She followed us.
"It's really not that bad,"He said.
"Let me do it for my peace of mind then. Here sit down here." I grabbed a face cloth and cleaned his mouth gently. "So now I think I should explain about Will. I started going out with him a year ago. We were engaged after six months of going out. Then our relationship changed, drastically. We broke up a month later. Then two months after that we got back together. We dated for three months but I was miserable the whole time. So last week, just before my mother died, I dumped him again. He really doesn't mean anything to me. Our relationship is just really weird and really complicated and I can't exactly explain it. Just trust me please. I don't have any feelings for him. At least not anymore. I love you now, more than any other guy in my life except one."
"Your father?" Brock asked.
"No."
"Your uncle?"
"No."
"Candy, you should take him to meet Ryan," Lizzie said.
"I can't. I'm not supposed to go by there until Friday."
"Go where? And who's Ryan. CJ please explain to me now," Brock demanded.
"I'll leave you two to talk," Lizzie said going into the other room.
"Brock, I need to be honest with you, and I need to tell you something that is going to be very hard to tell you. I need you to please understand and please don't go running off when I tell you this."
"I love you too much to run off. Please just tell me. I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything you want to."
"Ok, well, here it goes. When I was 18 I met a guy. I fell madly in love with him, and we ended up having a child together. Well about six months after I had the baby, Ryan, my life got flip turned upside down. My grandparents passed away, my boyfriend- Mike, the baby's father- and I broke up, my grades in college were droping horribly, and I just fell apart. I knew a guy who was a big druggie. I did one little joint. Mike found out, and filed for complete custody of Mike. I managed to get unsupervised weekend visits. Last year I filed for full custody because Mike got married and I didn't want Ryan near his wife, Christine. But Mike's dad was the cheif of police so the courts sided with him. So I still only have weekends and every other holiday. I want to go for custody again, but I have to wait until I can prove that I can give Ryan a stable home life and a loving family." I started crying as I finished up my story.
"I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. But I know that I would really love to meet this son of yours because I know that if he's anything like his mother, I'll fall in love with him immediatly too." He craddled me in his arms while I sobbed a little. I didn't want to let myself cry too hard. "Hey, listen, my sister is a lawyer right here in Florida. Let me see if I can get in contact with her and we'll see if she can help us."
"Will you really do that for me?"
"Yes. I love you too much to see u in any pain. So let me go call my mother and see if I can get my sister's phone number." I left him in the kitchen so he could have some privacy. I went into the living room where Lizzie was sitting on the couch channel surfing.
"Hey, How'd it go?"
"He's getting me a lawyer."
"Thats great. He seems really nice."
"Liz, I think I love him. But my father really really hates him."
"Wait! Your father?"
"Mark Calloway, a.k.a. the undertaker is my father..." I quickly explained it to her.
"Oh man. You've got yourself in quite a bind."
"I know. But how do I get out of this. I can't tell Mark the truth, and seeings as he just left Sarah for me, I can't really do anything to mess up the relationship."
"Right now, I'd say focus on getting Ryan back. Then worry about Mark. Who knows, Mark could be so happy that you got his grandson back he might lighten up to the idea of you and Brock being together."
Brock came into the room. "Hey, good news. My mother had her number. I called and she said that you and I should come by her house and explain the situation to her."
"Great. Where does she live?"
"Right here in Miami."
"Great. Got the address?"
"Yup. Right here."
"Ok. Let's go. Liz, I'll catch up with you later."
"Ok. You've got the key if you guys want to come back later to sleep you're more than welcome."
"Thanks."
"Oh yeah, and good luck," Liz and I hugged. "And it was nice meeting you Brock, I hope to see you again soon." Brock and I left and headed for his sister, Christine's house. I let Brock drive since he said he had directions.
As soon as we got infront of the house I started to flip out. "You've got to be kidding me."
"What?"
"This is Mike's house."
"No way."
"Yes. I swear to god. This is my ex-boyfriend Mike's house."
"Do you still want to go in?"
"Well how long has it been since you saw your sister?"
"Six months. She came home last Christmas and said she'd gotten married but her husband couldn't make it. She never said anything about a child."
"Let's just go and say hi. Then I'll get to see Ryan."
"Before we go to the door let me tell you something. If it gets too hard for you, just click your tounge on your teeth and I'll make an excuse on why we need to leave."
"Promise?"
"Yes. Now are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. C'mon lets go." We went up to the door and knocked. Mike opened the door.