God, can't this bus go any faster? I could barely understand Summer when she called, she was so hysterical. As soon as I heard the words "Seth" and "accident", I told her I was on my way. Theresa offered me her car, but I knew she would need it to go to work. I asked her to tell my boss that I had a family emergency. I caught the look on her face when I said "family", but she didn't say anything else, and neither did I. We've been arguing about everything lately. Eva says if we don't get married we can't live there after the baby's born. Theresa's ankles and back are really starting to bother her, and I know soon she won't be able to keep her waitressing job. Neither of us have the qualifications to get a job that doesn't involve being on your feet for a 12 hour shift. We can hardly be around each other without snapping at each other. We even argue about who should start the coffee in the morning.
The only thing Seth and I ever argued about was whether to play Pro Skater or Dynasty Warriors. In the end, I always let him pick, just to shut him up. It seems like a lifetime ago. Before this baby. Before I left. Before Seth decided to take off on that ridiculously small boat. Sandy read me the letter over the phone. All I remember is, "I can leave, too. He's not the only one." I asked about Kirsten, but Sandy didn't reply. I could hear Caleb shouting in the background, and what sounded like someone sobbing. I didn't sleep for a week. Every time I closed my eyes I saw storms and searchlights, but no boat.
After another week, Sandy called again and said that the cops had found him in Catalina, sleeping on the beach. He didn't sound happy though. Exhausted and relieved, but not happy. When he said he was giving Seth the phone, all I heard was a click and a dial tone. God, he could be such a baby sometimes. He's lucky I didn't see him in person. I would have punched him just for what he put his parents through. But I figured Summer and her rage blackouts would take care of that. If Seth wanted to prove his point, fine. I hadn't talked to any of them since. Sandy had left a few messages, but I was too tired or irritated most of the time to even think about returning them. Besides, what point was there in keeping in touch? I didn't want to think about what I'd left behind. I need to focus on this baby's future.
I can't remember exactly, but I think Summer might have said something about Seth being drunk. I must have misunderstood her. Seth can barely hold a glass of wine. I just need for him to be ok. I mean, no matter how mad I am at him, or he is at me, he has to be ok. I can't think about what will happen to any of us if he isn't.
The only thing Seth and I ever argued about was whether to play Pro Skater or Dynasty Warriors. In the end, I always let him pick, just to shut him up. It seems like a lifetime ago. Before this baby. Before I left. Before Seth decided to take off on that ridiculously small boat. Sandy read me the letter over the phone. All I remember is, "I can leave, too. He's not the only one." I asked about Kirsten, but Sandy didn't reply. I could hear Caleb shouting in the background, and what sounded like someone sobbing. I didn't sleep for a week. Every time I closed my eyes I saw storms and searchlights, but no boat.
After another week, Sandy called again and said that the cops had found him in Catalina, sleeping on the beach. He didn't sound happy though. Exhausted and relieved, but not happy. When he said he was giving Seth the phone, all I heard was a click and a dial tone. God, he could be such a baby sometimes. He's lucky I didn't see him in person. I would have punched him just for what he put his parents through. But I figured Summer and her rage blackouts would take care of that. If Seth wanted to prove his point, fine. I hadn't talked to any of them since. Sandy had left a few messages, but I was too tired or irritated most of the time to even think about returning them. Besides, what point was there in keeping in touch? I didn't want to think about what I'd left behind. I need to focus on this baby's future.
I can't remember exactly, but I think Summer might have said something about Seth being drunk. I must have misunderstood her. Seth can barely hold a glass of wine. I just need for him to be ok. I mean, no matter how mad I am at him, or he is at me, he has to be ok. I can't think about what will happen to any of us if he isn't.