Authors Note- The preview is a little longer this time, I hope you enjoy the chapter :)
I pick Bryce up from Dylan's house, conversing about the extent of their "relationship" with Dylan's mother. We agreed to let them have it for a while but I need to talk to Abby first. Bryce looks about ready to fall asleep as he climbs into my passenger seat. I pull my phone out of my pocket. I couldn't sleep so I decided to get Bryce. I search for Abby's cell and I dial it, handing it to Bryce.
"When your mother answers, tell her I"m taking you to the mansion and we'll come home in the morning."
He nods his head groggily and leaves the message on the machine. She must be having some time at the party. I pull up at the door and park my car there. It's my own driveway for heavens sake. I can park anywhere I want. I pick Bryce up from the seat, he's already fast asleep. In under ten minutes. He's really had a big night. I make my way up the stairs with him, and tuck him into bed. I start to walk back to my room, and my phone rings. I had one voicemail from earlier, but anyone who calls at 1:58 in the morning can never be a good sign. I open the cover, but close it again, shutting the phone off completely. I take my time easing myself into bed and finally manage to fall sleep around 2:30. So much for a Happy New Year.
~*~
Bryce woke me up at around 8 am and we went out for breakfast. He will not stop talking about Dylan. I think its really cute. It's a little strange, he has their kids' names picked out already. But it's his first time in "love". And I know I'm going to have to be there to help him through his first real broken heart. We finish breakfast and we head home. I find a parking space almost right in front of the building and Bryce and I both get out. We pass through security, another nice new featurette, and head up the stairs. On our way he sees his friend Andrew, one of the neighbours. He gives me a pleading look and I nod my head. It'll give me a chance to talk to Abby.
"You have your key?"
He nods his head obediently. He can be such a suck up when he tries.
"Okay, but for no longer than an hour."
Bryce runs up to Andrew and they both start to laugh. I put my key in and open the door. The house is dark, and nothing looks moved. I see Abby's coat thrown over a chair, her purse on the floor. I know she's home. I'm just not exactly sure where she is. I head over to her bedroom. I knock on the door, but get no answer. I turn the knob slowly unsure of what I may find. She's sprawled out on the bed, tangled in the comforters and pillows.
I walk closer up to her and see the bottle of vodka standing next to an empty glass. The bottle is almost half empty. Didn't she mention something about being a recovering alcoholic? I thought she was stronger than that. I take the glass and bottle and head towards the kitchen, drowning the clear contents of the bottle down the drain. I take dry, clean glass and fill it with water. I also find two aspirin tablets in her medicine cabinet. It's going to be one hell of a hangover. I put the water and caplets on her nightstand. I head over to her side, and gently run my hand up and down her arm. I'm not going to scold her, question her, or yell at her. There will be time enough for that. I hear a moan of disapproval from under the sheets.
"Abby..."
She buries herself deeper into warmth of the bed.
"Abby."
I say it with a bit more force and she turns around. She's not facing me anymore.
"There's a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand. Bryce is home."
I get up and leave the room, slightly slamming the door behind me. I head into the living room to finish unpacking the heavy stuff she couldn't lift. Bryce comes running in a few minutes later.
"Bryce, be quiet. Your mom doesn't feel well."
I lie. I can't believe I'm lying for her. Well, truth being, she doesn't feel well. But it's only because she was drunk and the hangover is taking its crazy toll. A concerned look crosses his face.
"Don't worry. It's probably the flu or something. Why don't you call up Alex and see if you can go over?"
He smiles a bit and goes to find the phone. He hands it to me after a bit and I walk off to the kitchen. I don't want Bryce to hear too much. Sam's voice echoes over the earpiece yelling at Alex.
"Hey Sam."
She starts to laugh.
"Sorry you had to hear that. What's up?"
I switch the phone to my other ear.
"Do you mind having Bryce come over today? There's some things I need to work out."
I'm choosing words very carefully now.
"Sure. Luka can pick him up in ten minutes."
A sigh of relief escapes me.
"Thanks. I owe you."
She laughs.
"Yes, you definitely do."
I turn the phone off and walk back into the living room.
"Luka's picking you up in ten minutes."
He gets up to change. He's halfway out his bedroom door when I hear Luka buzz the doorbell. I rush Bryce off, scarf draped around his neck, hat thrown to him. I collapse onto the sofa, and turn the TV off. I hear the door creak open behind me. I don't even turn around.
"What time's your shift?"
I hear a loud sigh then a moan of pain.
"Ten."
I start to get off the sofa, heading towards the phone on the table.
"I'll call in for you. Bryce is at Alex's."
She starts to shuffle towards me.
"I'll be fine. I just need..."
I look at her.
"Another drink, right?"
I hadn't exactly meant to snap at her. It sort of just happened. I head towards the kitchen. I hope she doesn't follow me. I don't think I'm going to be able to control what words may come out of my mouth, or what I may say to her.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
JaneBrinch- Thanks, we are glad you enjor our story:)... You're right, you can't have a smooth sailing story, it makes it more interesting to write and read if it is a little exciting, although people get frustrated they keep reading... well hopefully! Thanks for reviewing.
MrsWyle- Men are scum. Yeah she loves Carter she wouldnt wanna kiss Jamie.
Alex- Abby Pregnant? Hmmmmmmmmm.... Happy Carby moment... thats always a possibility.
Alex (CHAP 48)- You think he looks like Jesus too? SO DO I! I always say that... he looks awful with that beard... You can never have enough fighting lol j/k...
Amanda- There is always something happening in Carbyland especially since we have atleast 40 more chapters to post.
hyperpiper91- Hey dude, there is always something with Carter, especially in the show... hes stupid in the show. Of course she has the flu hehe.
Camila- We are so proud that we got to chapter 50, it is an awesome accomplishment, I know Abby loves carter way to much to screw it up with some guy she doesnt even know. You will have lots of new chapters :D thats a given.
carbylobsterandavrilfan- Yep a very craptacular way to start off the new year. Don't worry too much
vicki- They say men dont get PMS but sometimes i wonder. They can be so dumb sometimes...and mean for no reason
Kate- First, thanks :D... Second... Abby Pregnant... Not too sure as of the moment... we'll see. Just wait the fuzz will eventually come back...
***PREVIEW***
"I left you a message on your answering machine, I needed to talk to you and maybe if you just-" I try to finish, but before I can he cuts me off.
"NO! Don't you fucking dare, don't blame this on me Abby." He yells, his face beet red, I am afraid he will pop a blood vessel in his neck.
"Don't blame your pure STUPIDITY on me." He looks at me, we are both out of words, we ran out of things to scream at each other, all that is left is raw emotions, that neither wants to be the first to touch base on.
I pick Bryce up from Dylan's house, conversing about the extent of their "relationship" with Dylan's mother. We agreed to let them have it for a while but I need to talk to Abby first. Bryce looks about ready to fall asleep as he climbs into my passenger seat. I pull my phone out of my pocket. I couldn't sleep so I decided to get Bryce. I search for Abby's cell and I dial it, handing it to Bryce.
"When your mother answers, tell her I"m taking you to the mansion and we'll come home in the morning."
He nods his head groggily and leaves the message on the machine. She must be having some time at the party. I pull up at the door and park my car there. It's my own driveway for heavens sake. I can park anywhere I want. I pick Bryce up from the seat, he's already fast asleep. In under ten minutes. He's really had a big night. I make my way up the stairs with him, and tuck him into bed. I start to walk back to my room, and my phone rings. I had one voicemail from earlier, but anyone who calls at 1:58 in the morning can never be a good sign. I open the cover, but close it again, shutting the phone off completely. I take my time easing myself into bed and finally manage to fall sleep around 2:30. So much for a Happy New Year.
~*~
Bryce woke me up at around 8 am and we went out for breakfast. He will not stop talking about Dylan. I think its really cute. It's a little strange, he has their kids' names picked out already. But it's his first time in "love". And I know I'm going to have to be there to help him through his first real broken heart. We finish breakfast and we head home. I find a parking space almost right in front of the building and Bryce and I both get out. We pass through security, another nice new featurette, and head up the stairs. On our way he sees his friend Andrew, one of the neighbours. He gives me a pleading look and I nod my head. It'll give me a chance to talk to Abby.
"You have your key?"
He nods his head obediently. He can be such a suck up when he tries.
"Okay, but for no longer than an hour."
Bryce runs up to Andrew and they both start to laugh. I put my key in and open the door. The house is dark, and nothing looks moved. I see Abby's coat thrown over a chair, her purse on the floor. I know she's home. I'm just not exactly sure where she is. I head over to her bedroom. I knock on the door, but get no answer. I turn the knob slowly unsure of what I may find. She's sprawled out on the bed, tangled in the comforters and pillows.
I walk closer up to her and see the bottle of vodka standing next to an empty glass. The bottle is almost half empty. Didn't she mention something about being a recovering alcoholic? I thought she was stronger than that. I take the glass and bottle and head towards the kitchen, drowning the clear contents of the bottle down the drain. I take dry, clean glass and fill it with water. I also find two aspirin tablets in her medicine cabinet. It's going to be one hell of a hangover. I put the water and caplets on her nightstand. I head over to her side, and gently run my hand up and down her arm. I'm not going to scold her, question her, or yell at her. There will be time enough for that. I hear a moan of disapproval from under the sheets.
"Abby..."
She buries herself deeper into warmth of the bed.
"Abby."
I say it with a bit more force and she turns around. She's not facing me anymore.
"There's a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand. Bryce is home."
I get up and leave the room, slightly slamming the door behind me. I head into the living room to finish unpacking the heavy stuff she couldn't lift. Bryce comes running in a few minutes later.
"Bryce, be quiet. Your mom doesn't feel well."
I lie. I can't believe I'm lying for her. Well, truth being, she doesn't feel well. But it's only because she was drunk and the hangover is taking its crazy toll. A concerned look crosses his face.
"Don't worry. It's probably the flu or something. Why don't you call up Alex and see if you can go over?"
He smiles a bit and goes to find the phone. He hands it to me after a bit and I walk off to the kitchen. I don't want Bryce to hear too much. Sam's voice echoes over the earpiece yelling at Alex.
"Hey Sam."
She starts to laugh.
"Sorry you had to hear that. What's up?"
I switch the phone to my other ear.
"Do you mind having Bryce come over today? There's some things I need to work out."
I'm choosing words very carefully now.
"Sure. Luka can pick him up in ten minutes."
A sigh of relief escapes me.
"Thanks. I owe you."
She laughs.
"Yes, you definitely do."
I turn the phone off and walk back into the living room.
"Luka's picking you up in ten minutes."
He gets up to change. He's halfway out his bedroom door when I hear Luka buzz the doorbell. I rush Bryce off, scarf draped around his neck, hat thrown to him. I collapse onto the sofa, and turn the TV off. I hear the door creak open behind me. I don't even turn around.
"What time's your shift?"
I hear a loud sigh then a moan of pain.
"Ten."
I start to get off the sofa, heading towards the phone on the table.
"I'll call in for you. Bryce is at Alex's."
She starts to shuffle towards me.
"I'll be fine. I just need..."
I look at her.
"Another drink, right?"
I hadn't exactly meant to snap at her. It sort of just happened. I head towards the kitchen. I hope she doesn't follow me. I don't think I'm going to be able to control what words may come out of my mouth, or what I may say to her.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
JaneBrinch- Thanks, we are glad you enjor our story:)... You're right, you can't have a smooth sailing story, it makes it more interesting to write and read if it is a little exciting, although people get frustrated they keep reading... well hopefully! Thanks for reviewing.
MrsWyle- Men are scum. Yeah she loves Carter she wouldnt wanna kiss Jamie.
Alex- Abby Pregnant? Hmmmmmmmmm.... Happy Carby moment... thats always a possibility.
Alex (CHAP 48)- You think he looks like Jesus too? SO DO I! I always say that... he looks awful with that beard... You can never have enough fighting lol j/k...
Amanda- There is always something happening in Carbyland especially since we have atleast 40 more chapters to post.
hyperpiper91- Hey dude, there is always something with Carter, especially in the show... hes stupid in the show. Of course she has the flu hehe.
Camila- We are so proud that we got to chapter 50, it is an awesome accomplishment, I know Abby loves carter way to much to screw it up with some guy she doesnt even know. You will have lots of new chapters :D thats a given.
carbylobsterandavrilfan- Yep a very craptacular way to start off the new year. Don't worry too much
vicki- They say men dont get PMS but sometimes i wonder. They can be so dumb sometimes...and mean for no reason
Kate- First, thanks :D... Second... Abby Pregnant... Not too sure as of the moment... we'll see. Just wait the fuzz will eventually come back...
***PREVIEW***
"I left you a message on your answering machine, I needed to talk to you and maybe if you just-" I try to finish, but before I can he cuts me off.
"NO! Don't you fucking dare, don't blame this on me Abby." He yells, his face beet red, I am afraid he will pop a blood vessel in his neck.
"Don't blame your pure STUPIDITY on me." He looks at me, we are both out of words, we ran out of things to scream at each other, all that is left is raw emotions, that neither wants to be the first to touch base on.