Hey, I just want to inform you all that i'm going on vacation This Saturday the 27th of june until the 13th of august. I know it's a very long long time and i'm sorry. I have to warn you i have no idea when i'll post or even if i will be able too. But i really hope so. So here's the chapter I hope you like it. I really want to thank once again CassidyTVNuts for always being here when i need her and to Preppi101.
Wilson POV :
Where can he be? He wouldn't go to his parent's house.
I called his cell phone already like a thousand times but every time I went through voicemail. I already check every flight that he might have gone on, but so far, no luck.
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Night #2:
It was another night gone, passed. It was not even 2 days but it felt like an eternity that I didn't see Cuddy. I was once again at Queens Arms and drinking of course, trying to drown myself in liquor, hoping that I would forget all the pain I caused to Cuddy. That chick of yesterday was here, she was coming my way.
"So, you're here again." She said.
"Yeah, well so are you" I pointed out sarcastically.
"I'm surprised." She said.
"About what?" I asked.
"You haven't bought me a drink yet."
"why should i? you can't get one for yourself? I'm not your mommy that reads your mind, you can get it all by yourself, no?"
"Are you always like this?"
"Like what?" I sigh annoyed by her questions.
"mean."
"Yes." I replied.
"Why?" she questioned me.
"Ask my father."
"Okay, where is he?"
I chuckled.
"Gone." I told her.
"Where to?"
"Hell, I hope." I said.
"How come?"
"He's dead and buried."
"oh. You don't seem to be upset or with remorse."
"Why should I? He's the one who should."
"Mmh let me think; maybe it's the fact that he's your father?"
"First you don't know shit about my life and second he's not even my father."
"hey, your words not mine."
"Listen, that man was a bastard. You can father a child or influence one. Or both. .He did one. The person who influences your life is your father even though you don't share the same DNA. The one who fathered you and doesn't even know you exist, you share the same blood but that doesn't make him less of a stranger. So he isn't really your father."
"I never thought of it that way, I'm sorry."
"don't be. You're not the one who gave birth to that asshole."
"do you ever stop saying bad words."
"so, sorry to disappoint."
"Why don't you like him? What did he do to you?"
"I hate him, don't like him seems to low for my feelings towards him. And he made my life living hell that's what he did."
"are you gonna tell me what happened or are you gonna keep those memories to yourself?" she asked.
"Some are just meant to stay buried."
"not all of them, and you can always bury them a second time."
I nodded. I turn my head just enough so I can take a good look at her face, but I was afraid. Afraid that through my eyes, I would only see Lisa through her. If Cuddy had a sister, she would defiantly be her twin. I took my glass and put it to my pips and took a sip. I saw her glance at my cup, probably wondering why there wasn't any ice in it.
She just sat next to me at the bar, while I was too busy ignoring her, drinking more and more. After the first 4 glasses I lost count, not really caring what would happen to me.
"Lisa… Lisa… Lisaaaaa."
"Who's Lisa?" The chick asked me hearing what I mumbled.
"Lisa… Lisaaa…" I repeated.
"Please forgive me… I never meant to."
"what did you do?" she asked me.
"I hurt her, ohh Lisa, please forget me, I only left so you could be better off without me. Forget all about me, don't come after me. Don't cry over me either. I just hope you forget me and go on with your life."
"she forgives you, now tell me more about her." She said to me curious about whom she was.
"No, she never will forgive me, ever and it's my entire fault. What have I done? I'm only good at taking away your happiness so just move on."
I took another sip of my drink. Waiting for the alcohol to go down and hopefully ease my pain.
I started to cry so the liquor was no help at all.
"if only I would have ask you out, or if I would have ask you if I could be the father of your child, there was a reason for you to ask me to do the implants? Wasn't there?" I said almost hoping that she would be close by to answer.
"I am such a jerk." I added to myself.
I finished my drink and asked one more to the barman, but he refused.
"come on, please. It will ease the pain."
"oh come on, it's just another drink, give it to him." The chick said to the guy helping me out. I think that she felt sorry for me. The reason I didn't care about as long as I had another drink I was happy.
"where are you from?" she asked me, curious about my life.
"am I like entertaining your life or something? Because if I am I would like to get paid for that, and those things don't come cheap."
"Even when you're drunk you're still sarcastic."
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked her.
"No reason." She lied. The reason was probably because she thought I was gonna be a softy and also she just saw me cry so that was probably why. I finished once more my drink. Still hoping that every sip I took, a moment of pain would be taken away.
TBC…
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Hey I know you are all missing cuddy… but the next chapter will be her POV. I hope you all like it. Please review and tell me what you think. =D
