Chapter 12
by Punk
(Jacey's POV)
I hate how quiet the house has been lately. School was finishing up now and there is nothing to do around here anymore. Cole and Corey spend most of their time in their rooms these days, well Cole divides his time between his room and skating and Chris is working more and more. Jeremey is never around either, he always comes up with some excuse to not come home till late. Josh and Amy went back to England for awhile. They promised to come back once the baby is born, but of course that's not for another three months. And Mom and Dad rarely talk to any of us or themselves. It's the first time in my life I've felt so alone.
I went upstairs to my room right after I got home from school. As I passed Corey's room I heard crying. I knocked on the door wondering what was going on. "Cor?"
"Go away Jacey." He sniffed and cried some more. I opened the door and went in, sitting down next to him.
"Corey what's wrong?" He shook his head and curled up tighter crying into his knees. "Corey please." I wrapped my arms around him.
"Mark had to go back to CA." He sobbed. "We didn't even get to say goodbye." I held him tighter and let him cry.
"I'm sorry Corey." I just sat there holding him until he stopped crying. I pulled back and looked at him. "He'll be back, won't he?
Corey shook his head slightly. He brushed his dark locks out of his face. "I don't know." He let his arm fall limp at his side and I saw the fresh needle marks.
"Corey, you aren't shooting up again are you?" I made him look me in the eye. Corey did look at me, and he nodded.
"I'm sorry, Jacey. I'm so sorry." He looked away and so did I. "I'm trying to stop. But slowly. It's so hard. You just don't understand."
"I guess I don't." I got up and left the room. I went into my own room and locked the door. I collapsed on the bed and started crying. I hated the shit that was going on right now. I hated all the drama. I just wanted it all to stop. Something shiny caught my eye. I realized it was the razor I broke a few days ago. I don't know why I saved it. Maybe now I do.
I picked it up and held it. It felt so warm, so smooth. I brushed it against my thigh and gasped a little when it cut my skin. I looked down at the line of blood and my jaw quivered. It felt good. Too good. Before I knew what I was doing I had made little cuts on my left arm. I stared down at the blood that trickled from my arm and smiled.
I didn't mean too, it just happened. But once I did I felt guilty. I quickly threw on an old sweatshirt and hunted threw my dresser for long sleeves and arm warmers. I started crying again. Why was this happening to me?
(Josh's POV)
I hung up my phone after talking to Jacey and sighed sinking deeper into my chair. All five of my siblings were depressed in some way. Great. Just perfectly wonderfully great.
"What's wrong, baby?" Amy came over to me and sat down on my lap. She kissed me softly. "Baby?"
I sighed. "Jacey started cutting, Jey isn't coming home, Corey shooting up again, Chris works all the time and Cole is just plain depressed."
Amy sighed and kissed me again. "I'm sorry, Josh. Do you want to just pack up now and move?"
I shook my head and kissed her. "No babe, I don't want to put that much stress on you while you're pregnant."
Amy laughed softly and kissed my cheek. "Little late for that, baby." She got up. "I'm gonna start dinner." I nodded and curled up on the couch.
I fall asleep after a while but was awaken by Amy crying. "Amy?" I got up and went to find her. She was sitting on the floor crying. I sat down next to her and took her in my arms. "Baby what's wrong?" I looked at her. "Is it the baby?" She nodded and squeezed my hand cringing and sobbing. "Oh God." I held her close to me and got up. I basically carried her out to the car and drove to the hospital.
They put us in a room and I just sat there holding my wife's hand. I didn't hear half of what the doctor said but I knew it wasn't good. I've never prayed or cried so much in my life as I did in the two hours before my son was born. Amy's water broke not long after the doctor left. She dilated quickly and before long she was focused to push.
"Josh I don't want to do this." She sobbed and I cried with her. "I want our baby to be healthy." I smoothed her blonde hair out of her eyes and buried my face in her shoulder.
"Amy you gotta push." I held her as she did. "You're doing okay baby." I tried to comfort her and stop crying. She cried out and pushed again. I wiped away her tears and kissed her forehead. We hear a weak cry and the doctor brought our son to us. "Amy look." Amy looked up and gasped happily. "He's ok." I kissed her. "He's ok."
It's been a week and little Aiden Michael Novak is strong and healthy. He still has to stay in the hospital for a little while longer, but his heart and lungs are strong. He's going to be fine.
"He's perfect. And he looks just like you." Amy looked at me and then smiled at our son in her arms. "We're all gonna be ok." I nodded kissing her and Aiden before getting my phone and calling our parents.