AUTHOR'S NOTES: Part Two! I am sooo proud of myself. LOL *-* Keep reading.
It's starting to get even better! And make sure you read the first part or
this makes no sense!
SUMMARY: The mistakes people make are sometimes unable to be fixed.
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"Yeah. I'm fine. Bad dream."
It was a bad dream right? Or was this it? She laid back down as he rubbed her shoulders and back, then pulled her hair out of her face. A moment of silence held between them, then Luka's voice echoed in her mind.
"I'm glad you decided to come back."
What was she supposed to answer with?
"I'm glad I decided to come back, too.
It was partially true. She kissed him and laid down. Abby was exhausted. She didn't know why she had agreed to go back to med school. Right now, she wished she hadn't. As she started to fall asleep, she felt a tug on her side of the bed.
"Annette, go back to bed."
She knew Annette would go lay down for ten minutes, but then come back, and go to Luka. He would bring her into bed with him. He loved her. Even if she wasn't really his. Abby lay there and pondered for while. She's engaged to Luka. But why did she always feel like something was missing, like her whole heart was pushing her away. She looked at him. His deep eyes, restful face, dark complexion, muscles. He was everything she wanted, right? He had changed. She gave him credit for that. He became a new person. Loving, caring, heartfelt. He always put Abby before himself, and now, also Anna. He was a good man. And a great father. But something still wasn't right. Abby was surprised that Annette hadn't come back yet. She started to worry, and got up to check on her. She walked into the room that Luka had so happily decorated with ducks and bunnies on a light blue background. He was happy when he found out she was pregnant. He wanted to be a father again. It didn't bother him that Annette wasn't biologically his. He loved her all the more. Abby, on the other hand, loved her daughter with her whole heart, but it hurt so much to look at her. She looked exactly like Carter. A part of her life's long miserable story she was trying to forget. She went over to Annette, pulled the blankets over her, and kissed her. She then sat down, and started to cry, like she had always before. She cried when no one was looking. She hid behind a mask.
~*~
Carter laid on his bed. He was exhausted. But he couldn't fall asleep. He looked at his clock. It was 2:17 in the morning. He got up, put on his robe and slippers, and moved towards the kitchen. Maybe some food or fresh air would help. He walked past his mantle, and saw the picture he still kept there. The picture of him and Abby, at the Pier. It was taken only 3 years before. She glowed. He loved her smile. He still did. Then a rush of anger swept over him. He didn't know why he kept that damn thing around. He grabbed it, and threw it against the wall. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of tea, and walked onto his balcony. Seattle was gorgeous. The mountains in the background, along with the river, and the ocean. It was a totally different city than Chicago. More peaceful. No wonder Doug and Carol had decided to move here. That was another threat to him. Doug and Carol. He had specifically told no one, but Susan, where he was moving to. He hadn't encountered them yet, and hopefully would never. He sat down on his patio chair, and looked up at the stars. He felt like crying. He didn't understand why. He felt empty, alone. He did everyday since he left Chicago.
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Abby got back into bed, where to her surprise, Luka was awake. She quickly dried her tears. She felt his hands slide over her body, and hold her close. He quickly snuggled in. She felt uncomfortable, not just tonight, but every night. Why was this so hard? He was gone. Miles away. Yet he still controlled her. But then again, this misery was only her fault, and her fault alone. If only she hadn't lied. If she hadn't started drinking. If she hadn't told him that she didn't love him. She loved him. More than he would ever know.
"Abby... Abby? Is everything okay?"
No, she wanted to scream. Everything was NOT okay.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry."
But she put up her defense wall, and said nothing.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?"
She wished tomorrow wouldn't come. Yet time seemed to be moving faster and faster.
"Yeah."
Why did she do this to herself? Why couldn't she just tell him the truth?
"Abby, I love you."
It pierced her heart. Luka really did love her. But she was just torturing him more. She didn't respond, just put her head down and tried to fall into a restless slumber.
SUMMARY: The mistakes people make are sometimes unable to be fixed.
~*~
"Yeah. I'm fine. Bad dream."
It was a bad dream right? Or was this it? She laid back down as he rubbed her shoulders and back, then pulled her hair out of her face. A moment of silence held between them, then Luka's voice echoed in her mind.
"I'm glad you decided to come back."
What was she supposed to answer with?
"I'm glad I decided to come back, too.
It was partially true. She kissed him and laid down. Abby was exhausted. She didn't know why she had agreed to go back to med school. Right now, she wished she hadn't. As she started to fall asleep, she felt a tug on her side of the bed.
"Annette, go back to bed."
She knew Annette would go lay down for ten minutes, but then come back, and go to Luka. He would bring her into bed with him. He loved her. Even if she wasn't really his. Abby lay there and pondered for while. She's engaged to Luka. But why did she always feel like something was missing, like her whole heart was pushing her away. She looked at him. His deep eyes, restful face, dark complexion, muscles. He was everything she wanted, right? He had changed. She gave him credit for that. He became a new person. Loving, caring, heartfelt. He always put Abby before himself, and now, also Anna. He was a good man. And a great father. But something still wasn't right. Abby was surprised that Annette hadn't come back yet. She started to worry, and got up to check on her. She walked into the room that Luka had so happily decorated with ducks and bunnies on a light blue background. He was happy when he found out she was pregnant. He wanted to be a father again. It didn't bother him that Annette wasn't biologically his. He loved her all the more. Abby, on the other hand, loved her daughter with her whole heart, but it hurt so much to look at her. She looked exactly like Carter. A part of her life's long miserable story she was trying to forget. She went over to Annette, pulled the blankets over her, and kissed her. She then sat down, and started to cry, like she had always before. She cried when no one was looking. She hid behind a mask.
~*~
Carter laid on his bed. He was exhausted. But he couldn't fall asleep. He looked at his clock. It was 2:17 in the morning. He got up, put on his robe and slippers, and moved towards the kitchen. Maybe some food or fresh air would help. He walked past his mantle, and saw the picture he still kept there. The picture of him and Abby, at the Pier. It was taken only 3 years before. She glowed. He loved her smile. He still did. Then a rush of anger swept over him. He didn't know why he kept that damn thing around. He grabbed it, and threw it against the wall. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cup of tea, and walked onto his balcony. Seattle was gorgeous. The mountains in the background, along with the river, and the ocean. It was a totally different city than Chicago. More peaceful. No wonder Doug and Carol had decided to move here. That was another threat to him. Doug and Carol. He had specifically told no one, but Susan, where he was moving to. He hadn't encountered them yet, and hopefully would never. He sat down on his patio chair, and looked up at the stars. He felt like crying. He didn't understand why. He felt empty, alone. He did everyday since he left Chicago.
~*~
Abby got back into bed, where to her surprise, Luka was awake. She quickly dried her tears. She felt his hands slide over her body, and hold her close. He quickly snuggled in. She felt uncomfortable, not just tonight, but every night. Why was this so hard? He was gone. Miles away. Yet he still controlled her. But then again, this misery was only her fault, and her fault alone. If only she hadn't lied. If she hadn't started drinking. If she hadn't told him that she didn't love him. She loved him. More than he would ever know.
"Abby... Abby? Is everything okay?"
No, she wanted to scream. Everything was NOT okay.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry."
But she put up her defense wall, and said nothing.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?"
She wished tomorrow wouldn't come. Yet time seemed to be moving faster and faster.
"Yeah."
Why did she do this to herself? Why couldn't she just tell him the truth?
"Abby, I love you."
It pierced her heart. Luka really did love her. But she was just torturing him more. She didn't respond, just put her head down and tried to fall into a restless slumber.
