Chapter 12

Sean's POV

Thanksgiving fell upon us rather quickly. I was going stir crazy. I still haven't talked to Emma. And I was still having the Rick nightmares. Not as frequent, but I was still having them. I was itching to get to TO.

I missed my friends.

Hell, I missed Ellie.

But not like I missed her.

So I put my plans into motion. Iwas going to spend the holidays at home. All I had to do was talk my Dad into it, which wouldn't be too hard. I caught up with him after Thanksgiving dinner, sitting in his favorite recliner chair watching the big game.

"Hey."

"Hey, Kid. What's going on?" "I kind of wanted to talk Dad. " "Oh yeah, what about?"

"Well, I was jus thinking...you know? About maybe going into Toronto for Christmas. Maybe Christmas eve." "Wow. Son. What brought this on? That pretty little girlfriend of yours huh?"

"What? Uh, no. Well, kind of,..."

"You still in those therapy thing classes? Or are you skipping again?" "No, Dad, I go. For the most part."

"What about Scott? He was really looking forward to seeing you." "He can come see me in TO Dad. Come on, I really need to go. I promise I'll check in. And I'l even call Tracker myself."

"Well, Sean, I guess it's ok. Where are you going to stay?"

I hadn't rally figured that out yet, but I answered anyway. "Don't worry. I've got it worked out. I'm staying with a friend."

"Tell you what? I'll help you out a bit. I'll get something from work that'll get you down there alright."

"Great, Dad. Thanks." "You're welcome Kid."

So I was all set. And my Dad, who managed a car rental place, would rent something for me to take. But where was I going to go? I got on the phone immediately.

-December 20, the day Christmas break actually began. My Dad made good on his promise, and got me a pick-up to ride into town with. After school , I went straight home excited. I packed a suitcase, and shoved it into the back seat of the cab. Then I walked back into the house. "Dad! Hey! I'm outta here." My Dad was in his bedroom, helping my Mother recover from another hangover. I couldn't understand what had happened to her over the small amount of time I'd been home. But then again, I should've seen it coming. Dad came from around the corner.

"Ok Son. Be careful, safe, all that, and call as soon as you get there." "I will. I will." "And did you take down your brother's cell phone number?" "Yeah." "Ok Sean. See you in a couple weeks then huh?" "Yup."

He gave me a short embrace, then I was back on the road, driving that all too familiar highway. While driving, I had a lot of time to think. About me, my parents, Emma, Ellie, the shooting. I've made a lot of mistakes, but no more. My life was going to get better.

Starting today.

Now.

With this trip.

A/N- So yeah, you guy might not like this too much. But, I am in a creative rut. After coming back from hiatus, I've realized a lot of things I have written, are ideas other authors have had, so bear with me as I try and revise my stories. SOL included.

Sean gets to Toronto next. Will he stay when he gets there? What kind of turn will his life take when he does? Find out soon. Feel free to leave flamage, comments, ideas, etc...I have a very open mind.

-KrIsSy-