A/N: I only own the OC
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Scott POV
I was sitting in the room with Constance. We had told Phil that she had tried to kill herself and he went ballistic. Matt had to take him somewhere else because the hospital was threatening to call the cops to get him to leave.
I had Constance's good hand, the other one was wrapped up because she had cut up her wrist. I didn't know why she would want to do that; I knew that she was stressed, but I never imagined that's he would do that to herself.
I was looking at her when her eyes fluttered open and she groaned.
"Hi babe." I whispered and she looked at me.
"You really are always here aren't you?" she asked me and I smirked.
"I always will be." I said and she nodded.
"What happened babe?" I asked her and she sighed.
"I just don't want to do this anymore." She said as she broke down.
Matt POV
Phil and I ended up back at my house because he wasn't a happy person. I sighed as we walked inside. I wanted to be with Constance, but instead I was here with him.
"You need to calm down." I said and he glared at me.
"The love of my life tried to kill herself… and I need to be calm?" he asked me and I was surprised by his words.
"The love of your life? You have a messed up way of showing it." I said and he walked up to me.
"What are you saying?" he asked me.
"I'm saying that you take her for granted, you fuck with her heart, emotions, and any thing else you want, and yet you think that she is still in love with you. You are nothing but a pain in her ass. You don't help her, you destroyed her when you left and now you just won't go away." I said to him and he was pissed. I didn't care.
"You don't know anything about us." He shot back.
"Really? I don't? I have been here every time you have yelled at her, hurt her, and anything else you can do. I picked her up the night she got back from Chicago… all she did was cry because you went back to Amy." I yelled at him.
"You do nothing but hurt her because you love her?" I yelled again and he lunged at me. We fought until we were both bleeding and on the floor.
"Fuck this." Phil mumbled as he walked outside. I had a feeling he was going to Constance's house. I didn't care anymore… I just had to pull myself off the floor.
Phil POV
I walked into Constance's house and looked around… I had to smile because it was all her. I winced as a pain shot through me and I trudged into the kitchen. I was surprised to see a large dried blood stain on the tile. I also spotted a knife and some food out. I wanted to believe that she had just hurt herself cooking. I didn't want to think that she had tried to commit suicide.
I cleaned up the kitchen and went to her room. I saw a picture of us on her dresser. I picked it up and looked at it… it was years ago. I took the picture out of the frame and looked at the back of it.
Sta… I will always love you. ~ Philly
P.S Thanks for always being there.
I sighed and put the picture back. I walked into her closet and smiled because she had a unique style of clothing. I spotted something in the back and pulled it out. She still had one of my Misfits hoodies. I remember losing it, but I was shocked at the she had it all this time. I was putting it back when I heard something move in the pocket. I found a note and opened it up.
Jan 14, 2007
Phil,
I just wanted to know why you left me… it hurts to bad. I know that I will probably never get to ask you, kind of like I will never get my heart back from you. I loved you with everything I had and it just wasn't enough. I know that you had your reasons or your notions, but trust me I would have done anything for you.
I guess that you will never know that I was pregnant the night that you left, you will never know that I carried our little boy to term, and you will never know that he is buried in the cemetery that you used to run though on your workouts. I even gave him your last name, but it doesn't matter because you will never know.
I don't even know why I am writing this because I will never get to give it to you… it really doesn't matter. You walked out on me and took everything I loved with you. I hope that life has treated you well.
~ Constance
I fell to the floor when I read that… she carried my child. She loved me enough to keep it and I didn't even know. I sat there for a long time. I noticed the dun light fade from the room and I sighed. I knew that I had fucked up more that I could have ever imagined. I had to think that maybe Matt was right… I wasn't good for her. I just couldn't help deny that I love her.
Scott POV
I was sitting with Constance and we had convinced them that it was cooking accident and she wasn't taken to the psych ward. I was sitting there when Phil came into the room. I could tell that he wasn't himself.
"You ok?" I asked him because he sat down and stared at her.
"I need to talk to you." He finally said and I nodded. He had a black eye, busted lip, and looked like shit.
"Come on." I said and we stepped outside.
"Would she be better off with out me?" he asked me and I looked at the floor.
"If you continued to treat her the way that you have been… then yes." I said and he sighed.
"I'm going back to Chicago… I need to think about stuff. I will be back in a few days. Don't tell her that I came." He said and walked off. I nodded and went back into the hospital room. Phil needed to get his shit together.
Phil POV
I arrived in Chicago early that morning and threw my stuff in my house. I changed and went straight to the cemetery. I wanted to see this myself. I wanted to know if it was true. I didn't have a reason not to believe it, but a lot of me didn't want it to be true.
I ran and finally I found the office near the entrance. I asked for graves with my last time and went to track them down. I walked over to a small one under a tree and looked at it. I dropped to my knees as I read the tombstone.
He was so special that God called him back.
Gabriel Scott Brooks
4/2/06-4/3/06
I sat there and cried because I had lost more than I could have ever imagined when I walked away from her.
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