Okay so I know this took a while to come out, but It was very difficult, I kept writing and rewriting it, and I'm still not completely satisfied, I am thrilled with everyone that has taken interest in this, please review :D:D

I hope you like it, I'm fully aware of how much of an amateur I am.

Eric you piece of shit!

Now I have to take care of his mess, again.

I swear I had always wanted to tell Sookie the whole story, I could say that the chance never came and that there was always something more important to say or do. But I would be lying.

Not only did I avoid talking about him, but I also hid every shred of evidence in her life related to Eric. Everything.

I felt like the Gods were giving her a chance to start over, clean and fresh, a clean slate. Literally. What cleaner slate than memory loss? And who was I to interfere?

I just thought it was better this way, I loved Sookie, and it was hurting me everyday to see what she was going through.

So when did the proverbial shit really hit proverbial the fan?

Eric and Sookie had been together for a few years now, It was always Sookie and Eric this, Sookie and Eric that, after it had been Sookie and Felix this, Sookie and Felix that.

We were still best friends, but she never had the time for me like she did when it was just she and I. Now don't get me wrong, I didn't want Sookie for myself, I just didn't want her for Eric. I love Eric very much, and I want to see him happy, but he did not and does not deserve Sookie.

But I kept that to myself because I didn't want to lose them both after all, besides, Sookie was happy, which meant I was happy.

A few months before it all fell apart they had begun to fight. Sookie would come over to my place some nights, she wouldn't say much but I could tell something was wrong, I didn't want to push her because I knew that she was an avid believer in what happens between a couple should stay between them. But I knew Sookie really had no one and I began to worry so I started becoming a bit more inquisitive. She wasn't happy about it at first but she broke down in tears and sobs and ended up putting her head on my lap to get it all out.

When Her sobs began to calm down and her breathing became steady she began to talk.

"I don't know if it's worth it anymore, Felix"

"What happened?"

"He is so distant these days, he hardly ever talks to me, I know something is up and I'm willing to be as patient as he needs me to be'

' I mean we have been together for this long and he doesn't even want to talk about moving in together, I don't know what's right with him anymore, it's as if I'm walking on tip toe afraid of waking the beast"

I kept patting her on her back to calm her down, but I could tell that she had already thought a lot about this

"Maybe it's work, I mean you know how the movie business can get sometimes"

I couldn't believe how cheesy and pathetic I sounded; I just didn't know what to say to make her feel better. Better yet to make me feel better.

She turned her head and looked at me while raising her eyebrows in 'are you kidding me?' sort of way. She knew me too well.

I just looked away; trying to avoid her gaze, she was hopeful, always expect Sookie to find the silver lining. I usually loved that about her, but right now it made me want to smack her silly.

She was waiting for me to say something that will reassure her. I was torn between wanting to give her the comfort she wanted, and sought after in my words, and telling her just how I felt about their relationship, that she should dump him and find someone that will love her, say it, and act upon it.

This pattern went on for a few months, and I knew that one of them would crack sooner or later; I had my money on Eric, not because he is Eric, but because he is a guy, we always tend to crack first.

Then it happened, I wish I could say it was sudden, or that it took me off guard. But it kind of smoothed its way in.

Eric was working on a new movie with another A-list actress. This was not something new of course.

The tabloids started to publish photos of them hanging around together. The articles were disgusting and vulgar, but this too was nothing new.

Every time Eric was filming the tabloids made up a load of crap about him and whatever co-star, so no one really cared, on the contrary, the publicists though this was a fantastic way to give the movie exposure and a buzz, or whatever shit they call it.

No one ever took the rumors seriously, so we never really cared, but to be honest I didn't feel so great about it because of the current tension in their relationship, I just worried it would stir up a little jealousy, I mean like worst case scenario.

The press conference was the real, what's the word…fuck up, chaos, wreck, whatever word gets the meaning across.

For Sookie it was the breakdown.

Eric and this Sophie Ann bitch actually made it official.

They actually kissed and fondled each other on national TV.

Mother fucker!

I kept trying to call Sookie, but her phone was turned off.

I went by to her place, I was sure she was inside, but she wouldn't open the door. I was freaking out, I didn't know what to do, I was panicking, I was completely clueless.

I couldn't sleep that night, I kept pacing my living room, waiting for her to knock on my door, or my phone to ring, anything. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remember was a wild knock on my door, pulling me out of my sleep, I knew it was Sookie.

I stumbled off the couch and ran to the door swinging it open, I didn't wait to look at her, I just took her in my arms. She wasn't crying, shaking or hyperventilating like I thought she would be, she pushed me back, I got a good look at her, her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were swollen and her face was as white as ice; her whole face looked like a punching bag.

I hated him then more than ever.

She marched into my living room, yes marched she was so full of indignation and anger, she was nowhere near broken, I never saw that or expected that in Sookie, to say it made me proud and relieved would me the understatement of the century. But I was still waiting for the meltdown, I knew Sookie to well, and I knew that this wouldn't last for too long.

"I'm moving back to Louisiana, are you helping or not?"

That was the last thing I expected to hear her say, and I had had 'let's go for ice cream' on my list of possibilities.

"Sookie what are you talking about"

"Felix, I can't stay here anymore, I don't want to be anywhere near him"

I thought logic would be my best ally, so I went for the job issue.

"What about your job?"

"It's summer vacation Felix, It's perfect, I'm sure I can find a teaching post in Louisiana by the next school year"

"You've thought this through, haven't you?"

I was a bit hurt that she had no second thoughts or qualms about the fact that she would be leaving me behind, and under different circumstances I might have thrown it in her face, but I could see that she was dead serious about this, she had her mind set, and there was no going back. She was desperate.

As if she could read my thoughts, or maybe the disappointment showed in my face, she put her hands on both my cheeks.

"Felix, you're a writer, you could come visit me whenever you want, I need to do this, I need your support, I need your approval"

How could I say no to that? How could I ever say no to Sookie? Especially now, when she was so desperate for this, it was her last straw, and I wouldn't take that away from her if my life depended on it.

"How can I help?"

"I'm packing up my stuff"

The next couple of weeks Sookie and I packed up her whole life in boxes and made arrangements with a moving company to take her things, after we had gone to Louisiana a couple of times and found the perfect house.

I remember the look on Sookie's face as soon as we parked in the driveway. It was perfect for her. It was Sookie through and through.

She was already imagining where she would put her furniture, she even promised to prepare a room for me whenever I would want to visit. I could see the hope in her eyes, I hadn't seen it there in a while, she really did need this, and this is where she could start fresh.

Those two weeks were exhausting to say the least, but I knew that she wanted to get out of New York as fast as her feet would take her, and I wouldn't stop her.

Sookie had been there for me whenever I needed her, when I was ill she would pack her bags and move in with me to take care of me, when I had writers block she would take me out of the city for a few days, when I broke up with any of my girlfriends she would get drunk with me till I couldn't see straight, and Sookie hated to drink.

Now it was time for me to take care of her, I didn't care about anything then as long as it would make her forget my brother.

Then again maybe guilt was my motive, underneath it all I felt guilty for not keeping her away from him, for not warning her, for not protecting her. I felt that this was the only way I could make it up to her. But I would never tell her that, I know she didn't hold me responsible.

Those two weeks we didn't hear a word from Eric, I knew he was in hiding, I knew he was avoiding me, but I didn't care as long as Sookie was coping and dealing I could look the other way.

For Sookie's last night in New York I took her out to her favorite restaurant, she was not happy, far from it, but she had found her resolve. She was stubborn about her heartbreak, but I knew that under that strong façade she was broken and damaged.

"You know I'm going to miss it here, I love New York"

"Well, you know you can always change your mind"

I was hopeful, but not stupid.

She looked up from her dessert, with her eyes full of tears, and I just wanted to take her in my arms then and there.

"I miss him so much, I ache for him Felix. Everything reminds me of him"

"I know"

I had nothing more to say, and I'm the writer.

"I just want to know why, was I not enough?"

I took in a deep breath and looked at her waiting for the right words to come, but they didn't

"He didn't deserve you Sookie"

She had decided to drive to Louisiana, making a road trip out of it, Sookie had been staying with me these last few days, and would be leaving for good tomorrow morning, I just didn't realize how 'for good' she would be gone.

24 hours later I received the phone call, the phone call that would change it all for Sookie, I just didn't know it then.

I made it to the hospital on the outskirts of Louisiana, I ran till I was out of breath, I had to struggle till I found her room, going through nurse after nurse, asking me the same questions, and responding in the same indifference.

Then I saw her, she was lying there in the hospital bed completely out of it, her face was bruised and cut, my hear broke for her all over again, I was so angry, I was so fucking frustrated, I could kill someone, I could kill anyone.

I sat next to her and placed my hand on hers, I knew she would come out of it, I knew she would be okay, I had no doubt about it.

After a few minute of sitting next to her, my mind completely blank, the doctor came in, He was a tall handsome man in his mid fifties, you could tell he knew what he was doing, and that made me feel a bit better.

"Good evening Mr. Jonson, I'm Dr. Brigant, Sookie's doctor, I just want to reassure you, she will be fine, she is not in a coma she is just under the effect of the sedatives and pain killers, she has many bumps and bruises all over her body, they all seem to be mild however she hurt her head severely, we will not be sure how bad the injury is before she wakes up, but I'm very optimistic. There is bad news though, she lost the baby, I'm sorry"

So what do you think? Next chapter will be an Eric POV