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I curl up closer to Carter, I love this movie. "When Harry Met Sally." Bryce already fell asleep so Carter took him into his bedroom. I feel Carters hand snake up under my shirt. I laugh a little. He leans down placing a soft but sensual kiss on my lips. "I love you." He says pulling away, our foreheads meet and we stay like this for a moment. "Love you." I respond. He rubs his fingers up and down my arm. "I am tired." Carter yawns. I smile and nod, me too. "Want to go to bed?" I look up at him.
"Yeah." He gets up waking into the bedroom. It will be nice to spend the night together again, he's been working so much or had things to do at the mansion that prevented him from spending the night with me. I've been a bit lonely. I walk over to my dresser, pulling out a sweat shirt of Carters and a pair of his boxers. He takes his shirt and pants off, climbing into bed. I keep my back to him, and take my clothes off... I turn around in his boxers and my bra, he gives me a look... a weird look. "What?" I ask puzzled.
He sighs, and then reaches under my pillow. Jesus Christ. How could I forget to get rid of it. "You promised." He sits up. I pull his sweater over my head. "It was just some wine Carter." I say sitting down on the side of the bed.
"If it was just some wine, why did you hide it?" He is standing now. I look up at him. I can tell he is not pleased, but hopefully this will not escalate into a fight. "Because, you freaked Bryce out the last time." I shrug.
"I didn't freak him out, you did!" He shouts.
"Lower your voice, you'll wake him." I hiss. He shakes his head, a bitter smile on his lips. "Unfucking believable." He says pulling his pants on.
"John-" I start.
"What Abby? Are you going to make another promise that you can break? What about another excuse? Were you tired? What about lonely?" I get up and do the only thing I can think of. I push him. Not hard, but hard enough. He stumbles slightly, but regaining his balance quickly. "You have no fucking clue about my life, don't go act like I make up lame excuses like that!" I screech.
"Yeah? So being an alcoholic is fine, as long as you have the right reasons. Well that makes it all better." He walks out of the bedroom, throwing his jacket over his shoulders. "John don't." My voice softer. He shakes his head and opens the door. The cold Chicago wind smacking us both in the face. "Don't what? Walk away?"
"I thought we promised not to do this." I reason.
"No, we promised not to bring Bryce into our fights, this has NOTHING to do with Bryce, and everything to do with you and your problem."
"What problem?" I say louder. "Its not a problem, I had a drink."
"Alone in your apartment." He sighs. "Look- I have to go." He tries to leave, but I grab violently onto his arm. He grabs for my hand trying to pry me off his arm. "Abby, don't do this. Don't make this into something that its not." He looks me in the eye.
"What do you want from me?" I whisper.
"Maybe instead of going for the bottle you could talk to me." He says removing my hand from his arm, and placing it by my side. "Fine you want to talk. We will talk!" I walk towards the kitchen, not sure of where to begin. He follows, the door creaks shut, "Okay- what do you want to know?" I ask sitting down at the table, only to immediately jump back up and onto the counter top. "Why you started drinking, again? There must be a reason." He sits down at the table waiting.
"Bryce." I state plainly, not giving him much to go on.
"Bryce?" He asks.
"Uh- at school, lately they have noticed some weird behaviour, I am going into meet with the teacher on Monday."
"Seems like normal kid stuff to me." Carter bites his bottom lip.
"I think he's Bipolar John." I can tell his a bit shocked. He doesn't know much about my family history. "Uh- my mother and brother are both sick with the disease and my biggest fear in having Bryce was that he may turn out to be bi polar. As much as I love Maggie and Eric, uh-" he listens intently never taking his eyes off of me. "They are a handful, and I never wanted any child of mine to end up sick like that." I wipe the tears from my eyes. "The teacher noticed he was acting a little bit crazy, and I don't know it could be the effects of him bouncing from Richard's place to here, and the trial. Or it could just be a phase. I am just really concerned, it could be more." I am not completely crying, while looking at his cold expression. He stands up and tucks the chair in, walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I get up chasing after him.
"You- I-" He throws his hands in the air.
"JOHN!" I yell.
"I know, I know that you are worried. Worried that Bryce could be sick, and god so am I. I am pissed though. Pissed that you would not tell me, pissed that you would use this as an excuse to drink. I know its tough, but you have to stay strong for him. Say he is Bipolar, how are you two ever going to get through it if you are drunk all the time? Do you think he needs that? I mean his dad already hurts him, and his moms an alcoholic." Carter yells angrily. I wipe my forehead. "How can you not understand?" I cry, I try to run, but he grabs my arm, squeezing it tightly. It hurts, I try to push him off. I can't though, he won't let go. "Let go Carter." I shriek. He does slowly. Leaving me to fall to the floor. I curl my knees up to my chest and he stands over my watching as I cry. I can't believe my night turned into this. I can't believe I am a pathetic drunk. He's right though, what happens when I get so drunk I can't even take care of myself let alone make sure Bryce is taking his meds. "You don't even know if he is sick Abby, isn't the drinking a little premature?" Carter asks in a monotone voice. I look up at him, my face stained with tears. I shake my head. "You'll know once you are a parent that nothing is premature." He shakes his head at me, "Yeah, well you'd know best wouldn't you?"
"What is that suppose to mean?" I stand up, realizing how pathetic I look.
"What kind of mother gets drunk while her child sleeping in the room next to her?"
"What kind of boyfriend grabs his girlfriend's arm so hard she can barley move it?" I say lifting up my sleeve showing the bruise that encircles my arm. He reaches forward lightly touching it, I flinch at his touch, and walk away. He follows. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He is standing behind me, I turn the knob and walk into my bedroom, he follows. I crawl into bed. He lies down beside me. "We have to work on this you know." He states leaning towards me. "Yeah."
"We fight violently, and you have to stop drinking, you have to want to stop though, if not for yourself, for that little boy lying in the next room." He pulls me into his arms.
"Yeah," I sigh.
"Oh my god." He states, in shock.
"What?" I look up at him. He is staring at my bruise, the light a bit better in here.
"I hurt you." He says it as though he just figured this our. "I actually inflicted pain upon the person I love the most in this world." His eyes not leaving my arm. "I have to go." He gets up off the bed and leaves. I know he didn't mean too. I don't want him to go, but something holds me back from chasing after him. He didn't mean to squeeze, he just meant to stop me from leaving.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
vicki- sometimes fate can take a turn though :S
IDontWriteIJustRead- Hmmm the preview hmmmm.
IDontWriteIJustRead (CHAP 55)- haha yes he does lol.
hyperpiper91- Hey dude.... haha Ernie hmmm I duno where he's at....
MrsWyle- yah a lotta weirdness in that chatper
Tilde8884- haha i know Carter's so cute and corny sometimes ::sigh:: i wish he was still like taht in the show.
CARBYforever- haha yeah they do need a vacation... they stress lots lol thats why they keep trying to haev sex haha
carbylobsterandavrilfan- haha Bryce's comments are so funny hehe
HardcoreCarbyFan - haha yeah they really need to go somewhere, where htey can have sex like all the time...
Caitlin015- thank you, hopefully there will be two everyday :D
***PREVIEW***
"Makes you want to give up on me even more right?"
I start to shake my head. No. Never. I'll never give up on you. Only on myself. And the person I've become.
"No. I mean your absolutely right. I am an alcoholic. Hell my life is spiralling out of control constantly. You don't wanna get sucked in."
I curl up closer to Carter, I love this movie. "When Harry Met Sally." Bryce already fell asleep so Carter took him into his bedroom. I feel Carters hand snake up under my shirt. I laugh a little. He leans down placing a soft but sensual kiss on my lips. "I love you." He says pulling away, our foreheads meet and we stay like this for a moment. "Love you." I respond. He rubs his fingers up and down my arm. "I am tired." Carter yawns. I smile and nod, me too. "Want to go to bed?" I look up at him.
"Yeah." He gets up waking into the bedroom. It will be nice to spend the night together again, he's been working so much or had things to do at the mansion that prevented him from spending the night with me. I've been a bit lonely. I walk over to my dresser, pulling out a sweat shirt of Carters and a pair of his boxers. He takes his shirt and pants off, climbing into bed. I keep my back to him, and take my clothes off... I turn around in his boxers and my bra, he gives me a look... a weird look. "What?" I ask puzzled.
He sighs, and then reaches under my pillow. Jesus Christ. How could I forget to get rid of it. "You promised." He sits up. I pull his sweater over my head. "It was just some wine Carter." I say sitting down on the side of the bed.
"If it was just some wine, why did you hide it?" He is standing now. I look up at him. I can tell he is not pleased, but hopefully this will not escalate into a fight. "Because, you freaked Bryce out the last time." I shrug.
"I didn't freak him out, you did!" He shouts.
"Lower your voice, you'll wake him." I hiss. He shakes his head, a bitter smile on his lips. "Unfucking believable." He says pulling his pants on.
"John-" I start.
"What Abby? Are you going to make another promise that you can break? What about another excuse? Were you tired? What about lonely?" I get up and do the only thing I can think of. I push him. Not hard, but hard enough. He stumbles slightly, but regaining his balance quickly. "You have no fucking clue about my life, don't go act like I make up lame excuses like that!" I screech.
"Yeah? So being an alcoholic is fine, as long as you have the right reasons. Well that makes it all better." He walks out of the bedroom, throwing his jacket over his shoulders. "John don't." My voice softer. He shakes his head and opens the door. The cold Chicago wind smacking us both in the face. "Don't what? Walk away?"
"I thought we promised not to do this." I reason.
"No, we promised not to bring Bryce into our fights, this has NOTHING to do with Bryce, and everything to do with you and your problem."
"What problem?" I say louder. "Its not a problem, I had a drink."
"Alone in your apartment." He sighs. "Look- I have to go." He tries to leave, but I grab violently onto his arm. He grabs for my hand trying to pry me off his arm. "Abby, don't do this. Don't make this into something that its not." He looks me in the eye.
"What do you want from me?" I whisper.
"Maybe instead of going for the bottle you could talk to me." He says removing my hand from his arm, and placing it by my side. "Fine you want to talk. We will talk!" I walk towards the kitchen, not sure of where to begin. He follows, the door creaks shut, "Okay- what do you want to know?" I ask sitting down at the table, only to immediately jump back up and onto the counter top. "Why you started drinking, again? There must be a reason." He sits down at the table waiting.
"Bryce." I state plainly, not giving him much to go on.
"Bryce?" He asks.
"Uh- at school, lately they have noticed some weird behaviour, I am going into meet with the teacher on Monday."
"Seems like normal kid stuff to me." Carter bites his bottom lip.
"I think he's Bipolar John." I can tell his a bit shocked. He doesn't know much about my family history. "Uh- my mother and brother are both sick with the disease and my biggest fear in having Bryce was that he may turn out to be bi polar. As much as I love Maggie and Eric, uh-" he listens intently never taking his eyes off of me. "They are a handful, and I never wanted any child of mine to end up sick like that." I wipe the tears from my eyes. "The teacher noticed he was acting a little bit crazy, and I don't know it could be the effects of him bouncing from Richard's place to here, and the trial. Or it could just be a phase. I am just really concerned, it could be more." I am not completely crying, while looking at his cold expression. He stands up and tucks the chair in, walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" I get up chasing after him.
"You- I-" He throws his hands in the air.
"JOHN!" I yell.
"I know, I know that you are worried. Worried that Bryce could be sick, and god so am I. I am pissed though. Pissed that you would not tell me, pissed that you would use this as an excuse to drink. I know its tough, but you have to stay strong for him. Say he is Bipolar, how are you two ever going to get through it if you are drunk all the time? Do you think he needs that? I mean his dad already hurts him, and his moms an alcoholic." Carter yells angrily. I wipe my forehead. "How can you not understand?" I cry, I try to run, but he grabs my arm, squeezing it tightly. It hurts, I try to push him off. I can't though, he won't let go. "Let go Carter." I shriek. He does slowly. Leaving me to fall to the floor. I curl my knees up to my chest and he stands over my watching as I cry. I can't believe my night turned into this. I can't believe I am a pathetic drunk. He's right though, what happens when I get so drunk I can't even take care of myself let alone make sure Bryce is taking his meds. "You don't even know if he is sick Abby, isn't the drinking a little premature?" Carter asks in a monotone voice. I look up at him, my face stained with tears. I shake my head. "You'll know once you are a parent that nothing is premature." He shakes his head at me, "Yeah, well you'd know best wouldn't you?"
"What is that suppose to mean?" I stand up, realizing how pathetic I look.
"What kind of mother gets drunk while her child sleeping in the room next to her?"
"What kind of boyfriend grabs his girlfriend's arm so hard she can barley move it?" I say lifting up my sleeve showing the bruise that encircles my arm. He reaches forward lightly touching it, I flinch at his touch, and walk away. He follows. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He is standing behind me, I turn the knob and walk into my bedroom, he follows. I crawl into bed. He lies down beside me. "We have to work on this you know." He states leaning towards me. "Yeah."
"We fight violently, and you have to stop drinking, you have to want to stop though, if not for yourself, for that little boy lying in the next room." He pulls me into his arms.
"Yeah," I sigh.
"Oh my god." He states, in shock.
"What?" I look up at him. He is staring at my bruise, the light a bit better in here.
"I hurt you." He says it as though he just figured this our. "I actually inflicted pain upon the person I love the most in this world." His eyes not leaving my arm. "I have to go." He gets up off the bed and leaves. I know he didn't mean too. I don't want him to go, but something holds me back from chasing after him. He didn't mean to squeeze, he just meant to stop me from leaving.
***REVIEW RESPONSES***
vicki- sometimes fate can take a turn though :S
IDontWriteIJustRead- Hmmm the preview hmmmm.
IDontWriteIJustRead (CHAP 55)- haha yes he does lol.
hyperpiper91- Hey dude.... haha Ernie hmmm I duno where he's at....
MrsWyle- yah a lotta weirdness in that chatper
Tilde8884- haha i know Carter's so cute and corny sometimes ::sigh:: i wish he was still like taht in the show.
CARBYforever- haha yeah they do need a vacation... they stress lots lol thats why they keep trying to haev sex haha
carbylobsterandavrilfan- haha Bryce's comments are so funny hehe
HardcoreCarbyFan - haha yeah they really need to go somewhere, where htey can have sex like all the time...
Caitlin015- thank you, hopefully there will be two everyday :D
***PREVIEW***
"Makes you want to give up on me even more right?"
I start to shake my head. No. Never. I'll never give up on you. Only on myself. And the person I've become.
"No. I mean your absolutely right. I am an alcoholic. Hell my life is spiralling out of control constantly. You don't wanna get sucked in."