Hey everyone, sorry I havent updated in a while, Its been a long week. Hopefully things will continue to calm down and I can update more often. But please review and let me know what u think. So here's chapter 5...



"Candance, what are you doing here?" Mike asked when he saw me.
"Mike, is Christine around?" I asked kind of impatiently.
"What do u want her for?" He demanded.
"Listen dude, Christine is my sister. Now get her or get hurt. Got it?" Brock intimited him.
"Hold on. Christine, you're brother is here." Christine appeared a minute later.
"Brock. Hey." She ran up to him and hugged him. Then she looked at me. "Don't tell me this is your friend who is in need of help," She said looking at me.
"I didn't realize you were the one who was married to her ex-boyfriend. If I had known that before hand I wouldn't have called you. But Christine, you have to understand that CJ needs her son."
"She was never a mother to Ryan. She was nothing more than a drug addict."
"I did drugs once. That can't be anything near your record," I screamed.
"Are you calling my baby sister a druggie?" Brock demanded.
"All I can say is if the shoe fits."
"You're just jealous that I got both the guys in this deal," She flaunted it in my face.
"I hate you, and I promise you drug addict, I will get my son back."
"Don't call my sister a drug addict."
"So you're taking his side on this. Fine stay here I don't need you." I ran off, jumped into my car and sped off to Dwayne's house. I didn't want to see Mark, but I needed to talk to Dwayne.
When I walked in Dwayne and Mark were sitting on the couch sipping coffee. I had tears streaming down my face and didn't want Mark to see me crying, but he saw anyway. "Candy, what happened?" Mark and Dwayne brought me into the living room and placed me between them on the couch.
"Candy, did you go over to Mike's house?" Dwayne asked me. I nodded. "Why did you go there? You know that it never turns out good when you go there."
"Who's Mike and what's the problem with him?" Mark asked.
"I went there because Brock is Christine's sister. But I didn't know it when I went." I cried harder so Dwayne hugged me tightly. Mark was still in the dark as to why I was so upset.
"Wait, what were you doing with Brock? I thought you had to go break up a fight between two friends," Mark said.
"Dad, let me give it to you straight. Brock is here in town. He came to see me because we were in love. Well, I didn't want you to get mad, so I had uncle Dwayne take him to my bestfriend Lizie's house and I went out for icecream with you. When I got the phone call, it was Lizzie saying that Brock was in a fight with my ex-boyfriend. So thoes are the two friends I had to break up."
"So how did you end up at his sister's house?" Mark asked.
"Well, um.... He wanted to introduce me to his sister."
"So what's the problem with his sister? I don't understand," Mark said. Dwayne looked at me with a look that said I should tell him. And I knew I should tell him, but I just couldn't. I could already tell I had put too much on Mark and I didn't want to add any more disappointment to him at that time.
"Christine and I, well, we... well, we don't get along because she stole a guy from me." I didn't completely lie. I just omited some of the truth.
"Well then he's not a guy that is right for you, Angel."
"Yeah. Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink. Anyone else want anything?" I got up and started to head for the kitchen.
"No thanks Angel," Mark said.
"I'll come with you. I'm not sure what I want." Dwayne followed me into the kitchen. I pulled two glasses out of the cupboard, slammed them on the counter and slammed the cupboard door shut as hard as I could. I went to the fridge to take the soda out, but Dwayne stoped me.
"Let me do that. There are breakables in there. Why did you go to Mike's? You know you always come home pissed off when you go there during the week."
"Dwayne I really don't want you to be a father to me right now. I want you to be a friend. I need to talk about what happened tonight."
"Candy, I can do that. But I also think you should talk to Mark about this. He is your father."
"No! He is my biological father. He has to work at being my dad. But anyway this night has been a total bust..." I quickly told him what had happened.
"Oh man Candy. I'm so sorry. But I think you need to go talk to your father about all this. I promise you, it will make your relationship closer."
"But uncle Dwayne, do you remember how disappointed my mother was when she found out that I was pregnate? And then remember how she was when I lost Ryan to Mike. I don't want Mark to do that to me. I can't disappoint him. He doesn't even know me yet."
"Candy, I have spent the last hour and a half talking to your father. He loves you. I mean why else would he have chosen you over Sarah?"
"You're right. I think I will go talk to him."
"Good. And I'm gonna go help out with the baby. If you need me I'll be in the baby's room."
"Ok. Thanks uncle Dwayne."
"No problem Sweetie." He headed towards the baby's room. I was headed back to the living room when there was a knock at the door. I decided to answer the door first. That was the wrong choice. I opened the door to find Sarah.
"What are you doing here?"
"Is Mark here?"
"Yeah, come on in." I allowed her to come into the front hall way. "May I take your coat?"
"Yeah. Thanks." I took her coat and hanged it on the coat rack and then brought her into the living room.
"I'll leave you two," I said.
"No. Candance, please stay here. I need to speak to both of you." She motioned for me to sit down so I sat next to Mark. "Mark, I was very unfair to you this afternoon. I should not have made you choose between your daughter or your wife. I'm sorry, I was just worried about loosing you. I love you and the thought of ever loosing you makes me go crazy."
"Oh, I love you too."
"And now Candance, I know I'm not you're mother. And I don't want to try to be your mother. I want to be your friend. Do you think that sounds possible?"
"Yeah, I think so. But Mark, Dad, since I have you hear I need to tell you something. And Sarah, if you're gonna be my friend, I want you to know this too. I have a son who will be four years old next weekend..." I explained everything to them.