Chapter 8: What Hurts the Most
Kem entered the dark bedroom not expecting anyone to be inside. When she switched on the light, the sight of Carter silently seated on the bed startled her.
"God, John, you scared me. I didn't know you were there." She walked over to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he violently jerked away from her touch. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I know." He whispered in her ear coldly, sending shivers down her spine. He walked over to the window while she sat down on the bed.
"Know what?" she asked innocently.
"You can just cut the crap right now, Kem. I don't have time for this. Abby heard you on the phone with Peter the other day, and I saw your OB chart. You got the shot of RhoGAM. You wouldn't need it if I were the father."
Kem just sat with her mouth opened wide, stunned. Carter continued, "Why did you do it, huh? Is it the money? Do you want my money?" Carter walked over to her and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He began to throw bills on the bed next to her one by one. "Here. Take it. Take it all; I don't care. Take my credit cards, too," he began throwing them next to her as well. "Take the house. Take my car. Take whatever you want, but do you know what? It won't make you happy."
Carter picked up the small black bag he had packed and started toward the door. Kem was on the verge of tears, still unable to speak.
Just as he was about to leave, however, he turned around. "You know what hurts the most? It's not exactly the lying or the deception or the gold- digging. I could get over that... No, what hurts the most is that I probably lost someone I love more than anything, because I was standing up for you. I also alienated quite a few friends... She'll probably never speak to me again, but I have to go and find out."
And with that, he left Kem and never looked back.
* * *
"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen. Our flight to Paris is about to commence. Please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your lap tables are in their fixed and upright position, and all carry-ons are stored securely in the over-head compartments or under your seats. Thank you," the flight attendant announced.
John Carter sighed and rolled his head back. It was going to be a long flight, but he knew that he needed as much time as possible to think of what he was going to say when he finally met Abby face-to-face.
**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
That's how I would end season 10. Lucky for you, I'm not like the writers on ER, and I won't make you wait till September to see what happens next. A sequel called "A Way Back to Your Heart" is in the works. I promise that it will come as soon as all these chapters have been coming; I just feel that it's a whole different story now, even though it's a continuation. Tell me what you think... I guess it doesn't really matter if I continue here or in a new story, but this is the way I planned it from the start.
Kem entered the dark bedroom not expecting anyone to be inside. When she switched on the light, the sight of Carter silently seated on the bed startled her.
"God, John, you scared me. I didn't know you were there." She walked over to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he violently jerked away from her touch. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"I know." He whispered in her ear coldly, sending shivers down her spine. He walked over to the window while she sat down on the bed.
"Know what?" she asked innocently.
"You can just cut the crap right now, Kem. I don't have time for this. Abby heard you on the phone with Peter the other day, and I saw your OB chart. You got the shot of RhoGAM. You wouldn't need it if I were the father."
Kem just sat with her mouth opened wide, stunned. Carter continued, "Why did you do it, huh? Is it the money? Do you want my money?" Carter walked over to her and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He began to throw bills on the bed next to her one by one. "Here. Take it. Take it all; I don't care. Take my credit cards, too," he began throwing them next to her as well. "Take the house. Take my car. Take whatever you want, but do you know what? It won't make you happy."
Carter picked up the small black bag he had packed and started toward the door. Kem was on the verge of tears, still unable to speak.
Just as he was about to leave, however, he turned around. "You know what hurts the most? It's not exactly the lying or the deception or the gold- digging. I could get over that... No, what hurts the most is that I probably lost someone I love more than anything, because I was standing up for you. I also alienated quite a few friends... She'll probably never speak to me again, but I have to go and find out."
And with that, he left Kem and never looked back.
* * *
"Attention Ladies and Gentlemen. Our flight to Paris is about to commence. Please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened, your lap tables are in their fixed and upright position, and all carry-ons are stored securely in the over-head compartments or under your seats. Thank you," the flight attendant announced.
John Carter sighed and rolled his head back. It was going to be a long flight, but he knew that he needed as much time as possible to think of what he was going to say when he finally met Abby face-to-face.
**AUTHOR'S NOTE**
That's how I would end season 10. Lucky for you, I'm not like the writers on ER, and I won't make you wait till September to see what happens next. A sequel called "A Way Back to Your Heart" is in the works. I promise that it will come as soon as all these chapters have been coming; I just feel that it's a whole different story now, even though it's a continuation. Tell me what you think... I guess it doesn't really matter if I continue here or in a new story, but this is the way I planned it from the start.
