Hey guys! I'm so sorry for ignoring this story-I've been writing one shots lately, due to the fact of Imogeli getting together. I apologize for that, and I am now officially back to finishing up my stories. New stories will be out soon (including my collaboration with TurboWiz70-Trespasser), so be ready for that. Please Enjoy The Thirteenth Chapter of "Closer To The Edge"...
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Warning: REALLY...REALLY creepy Kyle.
Closer To The Edge
ELI
"Alright, so mom gave you your lunch, and you're all ready to go? Are you sure?" Kyle nodded, taking deep breaths, as I smirked at him, "You're getting better kiddo, I'm proud of you. Now, go back to school, and please, promise me that you won't get into any trouble."
"I promise dad, I won't get into trouble," my boy was finally becoming stable, and I was so proud to see him walk up the Degrassi steps once again.
My phone rung, disturbing the cliche moment, as I dug through my pocket, and answered without bothering to look at the I.D., "OH MY GOD! ELI! ELI! BIANCA IS GOING INTO LABOR, I NEED YOU AT THE HOSPITAL!"
"Alright dude, relax, I'll be there-," he cut me off, screaming into my ear, "YOU NEED TO BE HERE NOW, RIGHT NOW. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? I DON'T SEE YOU!"
I smirked, roaring my engine up as I said, "I'll be there soon."
I guess Clare's appointment will have to wait.
"Where's Clare? Bianca wants Clare here," Drew ordered at me, as I said, "Hey, you're lucky I got here without getting into a car accident. You're nervous as fuck, I get that, but you need to relax. I didn't have time to pick up Clare with you shoving orders down my throat, so please, you've got me, isn't that enough?"
"Bianca is going to be pissed," Drew mumbled over and over again as I pushed him through the door, while saying, "Get the hell in the room with your wife, and have that fucking kid already!"
"Eli!" Bianca called out my name just when I was about to wait outside for the delivery, as she whimpered, "I want you in here too...please."
Her brown eyes were filled with tears, her bangs stuck to her forehead, as her composure looked familiar to me. She reminded me of when Clare was in labor with Kyle; that was not the funnest day of my life, but it was the most tear jerking, heart wrenching experience I've ever went through.
I slid off my jacket, putting on a pair of scrubs that the nurse handed to me, as I joked, "Let's get this sucker out."
No one laughed.
I guess they take this thing very seriously nowadays...
CLARE
"Hi, you've reached Eli Goldsworthy's voicemail, please leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can," I clicked the 'end' button on my phone for the tenth time, growling in aggravation. The one time I tell my husband I have an appointment for the baby, and I need to be there on time, he completely ignores me.
I glanced at the pair of spare keys sitting on the table from Eli's old car, "No...he told me I'm not allowed to drive when I'm pregnant."
"That's right mom, he did," I jumped, seeing Kyle, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, "But, lucky for you, I'm here...and I can take you."
"Why aren't you at school Kyle? Didn't dad drop you off?" I asked, my heart sinking into my stomach as he chuckled, "Why yes mother, he did drop me off, right in front of the school to be exact. I heard Bianca went into labor, so I left school, to see if Dad stranded you without anyone to drive you to your appointment, and lookey here, he did."
"How did you know Bianca went into labor? No one called me," tears pricked my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away.
Stupid hormones.
"See mom," Kyle inched closer to me, as I backed up towards the stove, "This is where you get your panties in a knot. No one called you, because no one cares about you. No one called you, because no one wants you to be there. No one fucking called you, because everyone hates you!"
Fear crept into my mind as I watched Kyle's eyes turn dark, resembling the Kyle from that nightmare I had where he was standing over me with a knife. I swallowed the lump in my throat, rubbing my belly soothingly, trying to calm myself down for the sake of the baby, "Stop doing that! No one like you should have a child! I should be the only Goldsworthy spawn, I should be the only Goldsworthy child! For everyone else's sake, I should just stab you in the stomach and watch you bleed out."
Kyle began to frantically open the cabinet drawers, grabbing a bag of popcorn, and throwing it in the microwave, as I asked, "W-what are you doing?"
My eyes searched for the phone, but I realized I had rested the phone down on the other side of the kitchen table, "What does it look like I'm doing slut? I'm fucking making myself some popcorn. Planning to kill people is stressful, I need food to keep going."
"Killing people?" My mouth went dry, as he scoffed, "I've already killed Katie and Jake, those two were easy. Katie was stupid enough to meet me in the boiler room, and Jake was stupid enough to think I was stable, so I lured him into the woods behind the football field, telling him that I found Katie back there making out with some guy. Turns out, Katie wasn't there."
Kyle's jaw dropped, as he reenacted the scene, "Oh the horror in their faces, the way they pleaded, and begged...oh the adrenaline that pumped through my veins when I put that knife through their skulls! It was pure ecstasy!"
"Y-you killed Jake? K-katie?" He nodded, opening up the microwave, asking, "Want some? Or do you want two bags because, you know, 'you're eating for two'?"
He teased me, while cutting open the popcorn bag with a bloody knife he retrieved from his pocket, "Are you sure you don't want some? It's extra buttery, just like you would want it fatso."
My heart raced as I glanced at my sons jean pocket, which was soaked in blood. I used my right hand to gently rub my stomach, as he scoffed, "You can do that all you want mama bear, nothing is going to stop me from killing you today. The plan worked perfectly, and now, it's just you and I."
Tears streamed down my face, as the realization hit me, that I have no way out of this. Eli was at the hospital with Drew and Bianca, which left me all alone, with nobody but Kyle.
I was going to die...and so was my baby.
DREW
"Push! Come on baby, it's almost there," Bianca's face was beat red, sweat causing her curly locks to stick to her skin, as she whimpered, "I-I can't do it...I can't do it Drew, I can't. It hurts."
"I know it does baby, but you're so close, come on, you're almost there," I kissed her forehead, as Eli let out a screech louder than Bianca's when she gripped his hand in a death grip.
"Fuck Bianca! Next time you give birth, refrain from wearing the press-on-nails please," Eli commented, but I valued his presence very much. Without Eli in here, I'd probably be in a straight jacket from how fast my heart was racing and how nervous I was to watch this little miracle.
"One more push Bianca, one more!" The doctor chanted, as I watched my wife's face contort with pain and relief, as a baby's cry filled the air. I breathed out in utter bliss, as the baby was detached from Bianca, and placed in her arms, "Hi baby...hi."
I looked at my son, wrapped in a somewhat bloody blue blanket, as Eli smiled at me, "You two did good."
"Thanks, it was all me," I chuckled, as Bianca glared at me, signaling for me to continue my sentence, "But I did have a little help."
"A little?" she breathed out, as I sighed, "Fine, a lot."
I stayed in the hospital bed next to Bianca, glaring at our baby boy, clinging to him like he was the last life on Earth. Eli shifted uncomfortably, as I watched him rub his eyes, "Dude, if you're tired, you can go back to Clare if you want."
"Oh fuck, I completely forgot about Clare, I have to call her and let her know where I am. I'll be right back, I'm sure she'll understand," he quickly excused himself from the room, as Bianca joked, "We should name him Kyle."
"Never...not in a million years," I spat, as Bianca placed a kiss on my lips, "Don't worry honey, I was just joking. But seriously, what should we name him?"
"How about Brandon? Or, how about we name him after his godfather?" Bianca asked, as I looked at her quizzically, "You really want to name him after Eli? Eli Goldsworthy? The Eli Goldsworthy?"
"Hey, he was here for us when we had no one...and, if I do recall, he's the one who rushed here and missed his own baby appointment with Clare for this," she did have a point, but still, naming our boy Eli, would just be odd.
"What about...Tyson?"
"I think it's perfect Drew."
ELI
"Hey Clare, it's Eli, listen, I'm so sorry sweetheart. Bianca went into labor and I didn't have any time to pick you up. I'm so sorry honey, I know you're probably pissed, but the least you can do is yell at me over the phone," I growled, hanging up, leaving the tenth message on the home phone.
Why the hell wasn't she answering the goddamn phone?
END OF CHAPTER 13
So...I'm estimating about two chapters left of this story.
Any thoughts on what's going to happen? :-)
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Cliffhanger Girl
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