Chapter Five: Family Part 3

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Courtney

As Courtney storms off from dinning area to grab her belongings in the coatroom; before she can make an exit to the front door someone grab a hold of Courtney wrist. As she turns to face the culprit a hard slap came across her face. As she looks up to see her mother face full of fury, Courtney own fury was displayed.

"How dare you embrassed me and your father in-front of our guest. In our own home... We taught you better Courtney."

"Excuse me? I left the room with dignity! I said my farewells for the evening. I didn't go back into the room and smack you in the damn face." Courtney explained with base in her voice.

"Watch your tone Courtney! Don't disrespect your mother" Courtney could not believe what she saw or heard. They we're intentionally ganging up on her. This always happens. She can never, not once win. Courtney was now pissed off to the point she was seeing red. Rage filled her as she got out of her mother grip. Before she left hearing the complaints from her parents, she notice the infamous family portrait displayed against the front entrance. Courtney grab hold of the portrait and smashed it onto the marble floor. "Have you gone insane?!"

"Maybe I have! I mean not like this wasn't coming! You and momma always, always choose for me not once did I had an opinion that didn't suit your expectations. I can never win against you guys! I always tried to gain your approval but no mater what I did it just wasn't enough for you guys! In life or choosing favorites against your own children. I always came at last place in your eyes..." There was a long pause as Courtney took a moment in memory lane thinking back on her childhood. Always being pushed to the edge of no return. While Pammy got whatever she wanted, spoiled to the core. Little miss perfect while she felt like Cinderella without the fairy tail ending. "I am done seeking your approval, the big thumbs up, a pat on the back, or the classic motivational speech that doesn't benefit you. I don't care or choose to follow what you expect of me anymore. I wont be used anymore. I'm sorry that I am a failure. I truly am. But this is the last straw, you can shove that arrange marriage up your asses... Kiss my ass while your at it. No more... I don't ever want to see or even be near you. Have a goodnight daddy, momma, este será el último que veas de mí" Just as promise from that night, no contact was made from Courtney. No apology will be heard to her parents. True by her words

"This will be the last you see of me"

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Courtney POV:

Its been two weeks since I last saw or spoke to my parents. All calls have been lead straight to voice mail. A few times momma along with Pammy came to my apartment to try and '"talk" to me. I told the doorman to allow any visitors that request to see me. I just wasn't in the mood to hear the excuses anymore. i meant what I said, I had enough of the bullshit. Just thinking about that night pisses me off every time. How dare they make this decision about my life and who I should marry. Talking with Bridgette and Gwen did help. It made me realize that life is short and for once follow what I want. Right now all I want is to have fun. Which was denied from me for years. Two days ago I sent out the invitation, accepting what might come with this little reunion. Well at least I wont be alone. My girls will be with me to suffer along for the ride.

A day of shopping leaves a girl exhausted. So here we are. Me in my room thinking about my terrible and last family dinner. Looking at a mountain of shopping bags ready for a vacation that will last a lifetime. As i got out of bed, I stripped my clothes off and hop in the showers. Relaxed as the warm water hits me. Thinking of the possibilities i may face. Out the shower and dried off. I head to my room to grab my pj's for the night and my luggage. Five luggage cases open, one for shoes and clothes, swimsuits and undergarments and other necessities. The shopping bags consist stacks of new shoes and clothes. I mean sure its for the trip but also for her closet at home. I needed some new stuff.

My phone rings to a soft melody tone that I id as Bridgette ringtone. As I look at the clock it was the usual time, every Thursday, we facetime each other as I talked to my godson, Geoff Jr.

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Alejandro and Heather

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Two hours passed, Heather walks in the door with disinterest in her eyes. From managing a company branch to recently being promoted to CEO. Heather was not only the first female, but also the youngest CEO the company ever had. Heather worked for a newly found banking company that had started in New York and Canada. Those we're the two major branches. Due to Heather overworking herself, she climb to the top and made CEO. It was unheard of for a woman to climb the corporate ladder at such a short time. Well if anyone can do it, it would be her. "Welcome home mi amor, how was work?"

Alejandro spoke those words like a mantra. Again just like everyday; it was not responded. All that she would respond to was; "I'm going to bed." Yup that's it; for hours on end of not seeing each other. That is what a wife would respond to her husband. Her eyes used to held such passion. Now they we're dull and drifted into a place that Alejandro couldnt reach.

In the mail today, they received a letter of invitation to there show reunion. Alejandro was going to decline. I mean why would they go? Nobody really liked them, shocked that they even bothered to include himself and Heather. Really it was puzzling. Taking the letter, he walked in there master bedroom to try and talk to his wife. Just some type of interaction will do.

He entered the room to see Heather stripped from her clothes, nothing but her red lace bra and panties. God how he missed diving in on that soft, wet..."(cough, cough) Honey guess what we received. A letter of invitation to our little Total Drama reunion. God how pathetic. Its amazing that they would even include us. I mean of course they would, we made the show interesting to watch." Nothing, no type of reaction from Heather, no snide comment, nothing. Just a blank stare as she grabbed her body wash and towels. "Heather, I know you have a comment... I know you hear me..." Again she just ignored him as she closed the bathroom door behind her.

That right there was the last straw. Alejandro drop the letter on the ground. Kicked open the bathroom door to see Heather now completely naked "WHAT THE HELL!?" her words was cut off short when he grab Heather by the waist and dragged her to what was going to be their son nursery. It was half way painted, Heather and Alejandro saw it as a fun project for both newly parents. The Crib was the first to be made. Alejandro drop Heather, closed the door behind him locking Heather in the room. "LET ME OUT! YOU FUCKING BASTARD-"

Her voice drifted into deaf ears; in the kitchen, a little closet where they keep cleaning supplies. Alejandro grab a sledge hammer. Running back into the nursery, he open the door. A slap across his face. Heather was furious but that didn't stop his mission. A strong grip on the sledge hammer, he walked closer to the baby crib. "What are you doing, no stop!" As the hammer made contact with what was to be there son first sleeping bed, Heather started to cry, pleaded with him to stop. Nothing but broken shattered wood. Alejandro drop the hammer. Now crying on the ground, calling her husband a monster, Alejandro refused to back down.

"The only monster I see is you Heather... For two years you shut me out of your life... Two fucking years I went without a wife. I lost my son too Heather, god damnit! I didn't plan on losing you too! You was my ray of hope getting through this dark place I just couldn't escape alone... You left me to defend myself. We both lost something that day Heather! Dont you dare call me a monster... I maybe selfish in seeking my wife for the same comfort I was going to share with you... But i am no monster... I loved him too! I smashed that crib as a symbol to help us let go and move on... Ya no más Heather, I am willing to fight for our marriage. I hope you do the same..." Alejandro left the nursery, went back into there master bedroom. Grab his car keys and wallet. He looked down to see the invitation. Making a decision and hope that what he was doing was right.

In the bathroom, he ran a hot water, added her favorite shower gel. As the tub was full, he can still hear Heather cries as her voice started to crack. Back in the nursery, she truly was a sight. Naked, on the ground, crying in front of now broken wood. He picked up his wife bridal style; who tried to release from his tight grip. Her tears just wouldnt stop. Making it to the bathroom, gentley place her in the tub. Still continues to cry. Alejandro did felt guilty for snapping, he felt he should have handle it differently. But just years of his existence being disregaurd and the plan guilt that she placed on him of his self-worth. He genuinely lost it. But he was still pissed off at his wife for bringing him to that point. "Don't expect me home tonight. I will be back tomorrow to talk more and hear your side of the story." He exits the bathroom not knowing if she will wash or continue to cry. But with the knowledge knowing that when he comes back tomorrow, there will not be any talking. He might have to stop her from killing him. So he leaves there home. Dangerous that he just abandon Heather in her time of need. With that thought in mind. Instead of driving off to a motel or sleeping in the car. Alejandro goes back into the house, in his room he hears the shower running. He waits fifteen minutes until Heather steps out with her white satin robe on. "So you finally wanna talk to me?"

"I thought you left?"

"I see you stopped crying."

"I see that your still here." Wow, for two years since the accident, this was the most he ever spoke to his wife. He forgot what her actual voice sounds like when she engages in conversation.

"Heather-"

"For two years... You would think that a husband would understand the struggle and pain I had to endure. As I was home, I felt him kick, just pounding away at my bladder... I was annoyed yet happy that he was strong and happy. Don't know why hitting my bladder making me pee every ten minutes was a thrill ride, but hey i dealt with it. Finally left the house to head to work on my last day before maternity leave. I was excited cause that just means I was close to meeting him. Excitied that I had a life where I could be career woman and wife. Now going to be a mother... Than all that happiness just drift away. Before the impact I felt him move. After everything, I prayed to god... That he saved this innocent child life... Don't even bother with me... Just save my baby... I gave birth to a lifeless child... H-he was just moving, impossible right..." Heather overwhelming tears came back.

"Heather mi a-"

"Don't... Just SHUT UP! Okay... I stopped crying because there was no point anymore... I stopped crying because I will be a damn waterfall if I continued. I stopped crying so that way I don't have to hear or be apart of a pointless conversation!"

"Pointless?" Alejandro questioned, "we are talking about our son... That is not pointless, we need to have this conversation. Its not healthy to keep it bottled up inside. We are killing ourselves!"

"SO FUCKING WHAT!? WE DESERVE IT! How can we move on and be happy when that child is not here with us to enjoy it! Experiencing life... In my arms, you making him laugh because we love him so much. You said earlier I was being selfish... Your right I am selfish because I care enough I-"

"DONT YOU DARE THINK I NEVER CARED! GOD DAMNIT HEATHER, WHY...? Just why do you think I am still here. If I didnt love you I would have already left... If I dint care, I wouldn't have gave you space to grieve. But what about me?"

"WHAT ABOUT YOU!?"

"I LOST HIM TOO HEATHER! I WAS THERE WHEN THEY CALLED ME TO RUSH TO THE HOSPITAL! I PRAYED TOO! I prayed that both my child and wife was okay... I prayed that you was BOTH okay... I prayed... I was there by your side from beginning to end!" The room was silent, Heather tears wouldn't stop. Alejandro was just now forming. "I was there when you had to push out our son... I was in the room when they tried to get a heartbeat... I heard when the doctor said he didn't survive... I was the one who held our son when you couldn't do it... You did not once." At this point tears did came falling from his eyes.

"I did held him... He was so tiny..." Heather came closer to her husband as he sat on the bed.

"He was... tan pequeño… Heather, I also needed you. When you hurt I hurt... It killed me that I couldn't protect you or our son. He was gone and you was hurting. I felt lesser than a man because my wife didn't want me..."

The distance between them was closed as she caress his cheek. Helping to erase some of the tears. "Your not... Once you left the room to speak with the doctor... you left me alone with the baby to hold... Alone in my thoughts... My mind play tricks that i couldn't understand, that moment alone shattered when you and the doctor came back and they took my baby. I couldnt stop falling. I didnt want to face reality. I just couldnt. I'm sorry if i left you Alejandro. I'm so so sorry..." Repeating the words 'sorry' as she kissed every part of his face. Starting from his left cheek, forehead, nose, right cheek, chin. Before she could kiss his lips, Alejandro grab her wrist and held her tightly in his arms. As his cries filled the room with sorrow. Heather embraced him back with the same force. "You are so strong. Thank you, Alejandro... Mi amor, te quiero." The few Spanish words she knows, in the time of passion she would speak them to impress Alejandro. It work... Funny because the last time she spoke Spanish that's when Heather thinks the reason she got pregnant.

"This... Is all i wanted... Just to hold-"

"I know... I'm sorry i didn't let you." All of a sudden him kissed her with so much pent up frustration. She felt his passion, his fear, his anger. The kiss was overwhelming. The kiss left them breathless. For two years they haven't embraced not once. This tension was too much to ignore. That night they embraced all night until the early morning. As they made love, rekindling their union. Heather thought that it was time to move on... But first a few sessions of marriage consueling should help. They both thought the same, as they became one. Space and time was over. Now is the begining of love and forgiveness.

A little dramatic ik. But hey its them, its perfect. The next chapter will be a time skip.

I cried a little writing this chapter. This is not the last time you will hear about Alejandro and Heather conflict... things will only get worst and better the more they come to an understanding on both parts. This was the beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Series