Authors Note- I know these last couple of Chapters have been fairly angsty, but stick with it... I promise you will not regret it... Just hang in there, I will be updating tomorrow during my break in between classes! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Shit, I pull myself off of the cold, hard cement trying to pull myself together, quite unsuccessfully I might add. I push my fallen hair out of my eyes, and clip it back into my pony tail. Ugh, I head towards the door, enough about me, I have to get to Bryce. It has to be me to talk to him, not Carter, not anymore. I head down the stairs grabbing onto the hand rail for dear life. I make it onto the surgical floor and head for the elevator. I manage to make it just in time, the elevator closes just as I make it in. A tall man in a suit looks at me funny and I realize my make up is probably running, oh who the hell cares. I get out of the elevator, no Carter or Bryce insight. I walk quickly towards the entrance, "Your kid ran away." Frank called after me. I turn around, god I hope Carter is with him.
"With Carter right?" I gulp. He shakes his head no.
"Carter's in the lounge. Weaver wouldn't let him go." I rush towards the lounge, there he sits, he looks defeated. "Where the fuck is my son?" I try to stay calm but I can't. He looks up at me. "He ran away." He states this as though he's talking about women's curling. "He ran away?" I walk towards him.
"That's what I said!" He stands up from the table and slams his chair in.
"Where'd he go" I clench my jaw.
"How the fuck do I know? Am I with him?" He tosses his coffee cup into the trash, I hate this. "Which way did he go? How come you didn't follow him?" He walks over to his locker, and I follow him. "I don't know Abby, he was ahead of me, I didn't see him leave and Frank gave me a shitty description of what happened to him." He slams his locker door shut. "I tried to find him, but Kerry wouldn't let me go." I kick at the ground.
"Do me a favour would you? Stay the hell away from him." He scoffs at this. "No I'm serious I've said it before, but this time, I mean it... I don't want you near my kid, look what happens when you are." I turn on my heels to leave but not before he can come up with a slick Carter like comment. "That's right Abby, go ahead blame all of your problems on me. You know none of this is your fault cause you are just SO perfect. You have done this okay? You took me away from him. You jumped to conclusions about me and my feelings for you and Bryce that weren't even true-" I Cut him off I can't hear this anymore. "Fuck you." I spit. I leave the lounge and go to try and find my son. I'll try my place, Sam's and god I don't know where after that.
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"So you haven't heard from him?" I sigh. "Okay thanks Matty." I say hanging up. He's not at Sam's, or any of his friends houses. I've called everyone accept Richard. He wouldn't go there? Would he. I don't think so. I mean he hates me, but he hates Richard more. Maybe Carter is hiding him out from me. I am so worried. Sam and Alex have been looking at his favourite spots, everyone at the hospital are keeping their eyes peeled for him. I just, I feel so helpless I guess. Maybe I should search my building, I wonder if he went on the roof here? I should bring my cell just in case though.
The cold Chicago wind hits me as soon as I open the door to the roof. I walk up cold, and don't see him anywhere. I am out of idea's now. I feel so, I just. I don't know what to do. I guess I only have one option left. Richard. I flip my phone open about to dial, when it starts to ring. "Hello?" I say quite hopeful.
"Abby-" Its Susan.
"Yeah." I am very eager.
"Hey, we found Bryce." She tells me. A wave of relief washes over me. I sigh and can f eel tears coming to my eyes. "Where was he?"
"Pratt's." She answers simply.
"Pratt's?" I repeat.
"Mmhmm." She replies. "He lives on Davis. Apartment 304." I slam the phone down and run to my car. I have to see him. I am glad carter is working, I need to see my son. Just me. No more Carter he is out of our lives for good. I think I am going to stay single for the rest of my life. Maybe have irregular sex with my friend Ted, but the rest of my life will be devoted to Bryce, making him happy. Well that's what I think now. I love my son, I need to make things right, we have to learn to understand each other. I park my car and jump out running towards him building. I push the buzzer button for 304. "Hey"
"Hi." I say tiredly. He lets me up, and I rush towards the elevator. He will probably be quite hostile towards me. I wonder one thing though. Why Pratt's? I walk towards his door and knock. Pratt smiles at me, as he opens it. "Come on in." He smiles charmingly. I walk in, and Bryce is channel surfing look pissed off. Pratt leaves the room so we can talk, I feel like an intruder. I sit next to him. "Running away is your thing now?" He doesn't look at me, "Why are you here?" Is all he manages to say.
"Because the love of my life was missing." I say with a smile.
"I didn't know Elton John went AWOL." He cracks. I half smile at this.
"I know you're mad at me. I didn't mean I don't want you. I do, I just wish-"
"Mom- I don't want to do this. All we ever do is fight. All you and Carter ever seem to do is fight, or try to have sex." He sighs. That is a tough one to take but its true. "I'm just sick of it all. I wanted you guys to be together so bad, now I just wish you weren't. I wish you were a normal couple. But your not." He takes his hat off and looks at me. He shakes his head. "I am sorry. I love you. But, you can't do this. You can't run from your problems." I explain.
"Why you do!" He spits back.
"I'm not going to anymore. We're going to work together as a team. Can you do that? For me at least?" He shrugs and nods his head yes. I wrap my arms around his tiny body pulling him into a hug.
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"Brush your teeth and we will talk more in the morning." I say getting up from the couch. We have spent the better part of an hour, laughing, fighting and sighing. Now its time for me to relax and Bryce to go to bed. He runs off towards the washroom. I walk into the kitchen, the buzzer going off drags me back into the living room. "Yeah-"
"Abby- It's me. Bryce forgot his back pack." I push the button and let him up. I'll just get Bryce's bag then he can leave. He knocks at the door and I open it. "Hey." I grab for his bag. "Thanks." I mumble.
"He's okay?" He asks, obviously concerned.
"Uh- yeah, pissed, but okay."
"Oh-" he sighs.
"Look, you better go, because I don't want this to happen. I don't want you to break his heart. Okay- Just go." I say pushing him out...
***PREVIEW***
Its short for this chapter, but I hope its enough to tide you over till I post the next chapter probably tomorrow during the day!
Carter: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you, for the way I acted. For everything. I just.. I would do anything to go back to the way we were before. And I know that's impossible. I know you hate me.. You have good reason to. But you need to know, I never meant to hurt you."
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Shit, I pull myself off of the cold, hard cement trying to pull myself together, quite unsuccessfully I might add. I push my fallen hair out of my eyes, and clip it back into my pony tail. Ugh, I head towards the door, enough about me, I have to get to Bryce. It has to be me to talk to him, not Carter, not anymore. I head down the stairs grabbing onto the hand rail for dear life. I make it onto the surgical floor and head for the elevator. I manage to make it just in time, the elevator closes just as I make it in. A tall man in a suit looks at me funny and I realize my make up is probably running, oh who the hell cares. I get out of the elevator, no Carter or Bryce insight. I walk quickly towards the entrance, "Your kid ran away." Frank called after me. I turn around, god I hope Carter is with him.
"With Carter right?" I gulp. He shakes his head no.
"Carter's in the lounge. Weaver wouldn't let him go." I rush towards the lounge, there he sits, he looks defeated. "Where the fuck is my son?" I try to stay calm but I can't. He looks up at me. "He ran away." He states this as though he's talking about women's curling. "He ran away?" I walk towards him.
"That's what I said!" He stands up from the table and slams his chair in.
"Where'd he go" I clench my jaw.
"How the fuck do I know? Am I with him?" He tosses his coffee cup into the trash, I hate this. "Which way did he go? How come you didn't follow him?" He walks over to his locker, and I follow him. "I don't know Abby, he was ahead of me, I didn't see him leave and Frank gave me a shitty description of what happened to him." He slams his locker door shut. "I tried to find him, but Kerry wouldn't let me go." I kick at the ground.
"Do me a favour would you? Stay the hell away from him." He scoffs at this. "No I'm serious I've said it before, but this time, I mean it... I don't want you near my kid, look what happens when you are." I turn on my heels to leave but not before he can come up with a slick Carter like comment. "That's right Abby, go ahead blame all of your problems on me. You know none of this is your fault cause you are just SO perfect. You have done this okay? You took me away from him. You jumped to conclusions about me and my feelings for you and Bryce that weren't even true-" I Cut him off I can't hear this anymore. "Fuck you." I spit. I leave the lounge and go to try and find my son. I'll try my place, Sam's and god I don't know where after that.
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"So you haven't heard from him?" I sigh. "Okay thanks Matty." I say hanging up. He's not at Sam's, or any of his friends houses. I've called everyone accept Richard. He wouldn't go there? Would he. I don't think so. I mean he hates me, but he hates Richard more. Maybe Carter is hiding him out from me. I am so worried. Sam and Alex have been looking at his favourite spots, everyone at the hospital are keeping their eyes peeled for him. I just, I feel so helpless I guess. Maybe I should search my building, I wonder if he went on the roof here? I should bring my cell just in case though.
The cold Chicago wind hits me as soon as I open the door to the roof. I walk up cold, and don't see him anywhere. I am out of idea's now. I feel so, I just. I don't know what to do. I guess I only have one option left. Richard. I flip my phone open about to dial, when it starts to ring. "Hello?" I say quite hopeful.
"Abby-" Its Susan.
"Yeah." I am very eager.
"Hey, we found Bryce." She tells me. A wave of relief washes over me. I sigh and can f eel tears coming to my eyes. "Where was he?"
"Pratt's." She answers simply.
"Pratt's?" I repeat.
"Mmhmm." She replies. "He lives on Davis. Apartment 304." I slam the phone down and run to my car. I have to see him. I am glad carter is working, I need to see my son. Just me. No more Carter he is out of our lives for good. I think I am going to stay single for the rest of my life. Maybe have irregular sex with my friend Ted, but the rest of my life will be devoted to Bryce, making him happy. Well that's what I think now. I love my son, I need to make things right, we have to learn to understand each other. I park my car and jump out running towards him building. I push the buzzer button for 304. "Hey"
"Hi." I say tiredly. He lets me up, and I rush towards the elevator. He will probably be quite hostile towards me. I wonder one thing though. Why Pratt's? I walk towards his door and knock. Pratt smiles at me, as he opens it. "Come on in." He smiles charmingly. I walk in, and Bryce is channel surfing look pissed off. Pratt leaves the room so we can talk, I feel like an intruder. I sit next to him. "Running away is your thing now?" He doesn't look at me, "Why are you here?" Is all he manages to say.
"Because the love of my life was missing." I say with a smile.
"I didn't know Elton John went AWOL." He cracks. I half smile at this.
"I know you're mad at me. I didn't mean I don't want you. I do, I just wish-"
"Mom- I don't want to do this. All we ever do is fight. All you and Carter ever seem to do is fight, or try to have sex." He sighs. That is a tough one to take but its true. "I'm just sick of it all. I wanted you guys to be together so bad, now I just wish you weren't. I wish you were a normal couple. But your not." He takes his hat off and looks at me. He shakes his head. "I am sorry. I love you. But, you can't do this. You can't run from your problems." I explain.
"Why you do!" He spits back.
"I'm not going to anymore. We're going to work together as a team. Can you do that? For me at least?" He shrugs and nods his head yes. I wrap my arms around his tiny body pulling him into a hug.
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"Brush your teeth and we will talk more in the morning." I say getting up from the couch. We have spent the better part of an hour, laughing, fighting and sighing. Now its time for me to relax and Bryce to go to bed. He runs off towards the washroom. I walk into the kitchen, the buzzer going off drags me back into the living room. "Yeah-"
"Abby- It's me. Bryce forgot his back pack." I push the button and let him up. I'll just get Bryce's bag then he can leave. He knocks at the door and I open it. "Hey." I grab for his bag. "Thanks." I mumble.
"He's okay?" He asks, obviously concerned.
"Uh- yeah, pissed, but okay."
"Oh-" he sighs.
"Look, you better go, because I don't want this to happen. I don't want you to break his heart. Okay- Just go." I say pushing him out...
***PREVIEW***
Its short for this chapter, but I hope its enough to tide you over till I post the next chapter probably tomorrow during the day!
Carter: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you, for the way I acted. For everything. I just.. I would do anything to go back to the way we were before. And I know that's impossible. I know you hate me.. You have good reason to. But you need to know, I never meant to hurt you."