Hello World! No, I haven't fallen off the face of the planet, nor have I been abducted by Aliens. As we all know I had gotten a new laptop, and I'm very fond of it. Well during our move, my daughter knocked it off the desk and messed it the screen. So, yes, to answer your questions, I do have bad luck with computers. Anyways here's the long awaited chapter 9. I have deleted all the Author notes, so yeah, more room for all the goodness I have in store for you. As of right now I have and outline for the store majority of it is written out, I've wrote out till chapter 25, maybe more. Not too sure yet on the ending they keep changing my mine for me. Anyways on to the chapter, you've all be waiting on. This Chapter is Chapter 9 on notebook paper it's five in the half pages, back and front.

Chapter 9

I was sitting on my sofa in the middle of the day, taking everything I've learned growing up and over last week into consideration. I swear the people in my head has already made their escape out my ears, Jasper just lays around watching me, giving me looks that even a rocket scientists can figure out.

The more I thought the way my life has turned out, well maybe the direction it's going in the angrier I get. I wasn't made about having a child; it's the way this child brought into this world. I let out a sigh, as I set up rubbing my hands over my face to wake myself.

I looked up just about the time Jasper let out a whimper, I was met with a pair of sympathetic eyes. Running my hands through my hair, giving it a slight tug, I'm perplexed at why he had whimpered in the first place. I looked at him, as began to stand up, he looked startled, scared of me. I looked around the room to find the source of why he would be scared of me; my eyes fell on the wet wall, and the broken glass that litter my carpet. I now know why he's whimpering and looking scared, because I didn't even remember doing that.

I still wasn't sure why I had begun dating in the first place, I told myself I wouldn't date again after what happen between me and… I can't even say her name. But Bella came along, and it was so easy to forget my promise to myself, even my own name. I had given my heart away, and didn't even realize it. My heart belong to Bella, even if she didn't want it, or if I didn't even want to give it way, it was hers, now Mason's.

Jasper's wet tongue on my hand brought me back to reality. I made my way over to the broken glass, good thing there were some paper towels on the table by the sofa. Eventually the glass was picked up, and the wall dried, however there was a stain that had tinted my floor a light red. The way Bella had tainted our relationship by keeping my son from me.

I told Jasper to behave his self while I go down to the bar. I now know why bars were created, because it's the only place you can go and not be judged or nagged by women. They were created by men for men, because of women.

I walked in the cool night air to the nearest and my favorite bar, I didn't realize how late it had gotten, when I had left my apartment. Crosswire is the name of my favorite bar, the people are always really friendly of my favorite bar, and the people are always really friendly and make you feel right at home. It was a hazy night, and a little cold, but not cold enough to make people stay inside.

The walk was a brisk one, but I made it in record time. I walked into the bar, and into the dense cigar smoke, and the flashy eighties music. I took a look around the little Irish bar, with little tables sitting around on the floor, and bar stools up near the bar, it wasn't very crowded tonight, so I decided to take a seat at the bar. As I walked over toward the bar, I noticed all the people and what they were doing, some were watching the ball game, others in a mindless game of pool, and some in a conversation, that they wouldn't remember the next morning.

Sitting on the bar stool, my mind went to wondering on its own again. Behind the counter hand drying beer mugs, was an older man. He had salt and pepper hair, and looked to be in his late fifties to early sixties, middle height. I had already ordered a beer, and was almost done with it, as I watched everyone interacting around me. They were so carefree, thought free. Here in a few minutes, I was going to be right along with them, and I couldn't wait.

The older man causally walks up to me, with a slight limp. When he finally made it to me, I couldn't help but look away. It was like he could see deep in my thoughts, and into my soul. I felt like if I looked at him he could read me like an open book.

"What can I get you?" He croaked out, before going into a fit of coughing.

Rubbing my hand on my chin, and sighed. "Do you have anything that will turn back time?" I said with a slight snort.

The older gentleman just laughed along with me, but shook his head no. I watched him turn around and grab an oddly shaped bottle filled with a amber colored of liquid. He sat the oddly shaped bottle and two shot glasses down, in front of us.

He poured us a shot glass a piece, and pushed one to me and he took the other. I could see the burn in the amber liquid. I gave him a puzzled look, and he nodded towards the glass. I picked mine up and we touch glasses before tossing it back.

Burning a path of flames, just like I thought it would. I laid the glass back on the counter; the older gentleman was still standing in the same place, giving me a knowing smile.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was gay, and sending me hints. Damn that drink was already kicking me butt. What did that old man give me, don't know, and don't really care! Just pass me another one.

I looked down at the glass in front of me; he had filled it once again with the fiery amber liquid. After downing it, and grimacing at the painful burn in my esophagus. By my third round, the gentleman was sitting in front of me. I already knew he was going to be giving me some unwanted advice about my life.

"I learned a long time ago that there are some things we have no control over. That God is in control of our lives and he has a plan. We don't know this plan, we just the direction that God leads to." I just hadn't expected the advice to cut so deeply, after all, I'd already face this reality once in my life. But what he said made a whole lot sense, more than the advice I thought I would get from him.

"Oh Yeah, How much can God put on you before you break?" I asked, short of agreeing with his first statement.

"God only gives you as much as he knows you can handle, and no more than that. I'm sure that whatever that pretty little lady has done, more than likely was done to benefit you and out love." He gently told me.

I felt twinge bit of agreement and guilty from what the old man was saying and how I treated the pretty little lady as nicely as he put it.

By the time, I got myself out on my own thoughts, he as at the other end of the bar talking to someone else. I stood up slowly, making sure I had my footing. I reacted into my back pocket pulled out a worn brown leather wallet, opening it and grabbing a couple of twenties and threw them on to the counter.

As I walked past the gentleman he looked up and gave me a wink, and a knowing smile.

I sent him a silent thank you, and made my way home.

If Jasper was with me, he would had been giving a look of told- you- so. I guess I could head over there to Bella's The only thing is I don't know where she lives, So I guess I'll go home and sleep this off.

Tomorrow I'll go to her job and either give her an apology, or ask for her address from a co-worker.

As loyal as always Jasper is waiting by the door. I reached down and gave his head a little rub, and latched his leash on to him and took him for a short walk. Jasper knew that I was thinking differently, just by the way he was acting.

When we got back from our little walk, I grabbed something to eat, and now I'm taking a shower.