I'M A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE PERSON I KNOW I'M SO SORRY I DON'T REALLY HAVE ANY EXCUSES. I started writing this chapter 2 months ago, then got distracted and before I knew it, it was April. I'M SORRY.
Disclaimer: I do not own Switched at Birth or any of its characters. I do own Alderdeen and the baby.
Also, I just did a little bit of research, and Bay told Emmett her next appointment would be in a couple months. She's about 8 weeks now, though, so her next appointment should be at 12 weeks. Which is 4 weeks, not 2 months. So, yeah, the next appointment will be coming sooner rather than later.
Early the next morning, we were both up. I changed clothes and made sure we had all of our belongings before I grabbed the key and took it out to Carl. "Thank you," I said, passing them over the counter. I briefly wondered how long he was here, if he lived in one of the rooms, or if he had a house hidden away nearby.
"Of course, dear. Hope to see you around again, soon." Carl smiled, hanging the key up behind him as I turned to Emmett and signed, 'Gas.'
He nodded and led the way back out to his bike, quickly taking me to the gas station. I bought one of those red containers for gas and filled it up before we managed to secure it to his bike and we took off down the road. We eventually came up to my car, thankfully untouched, while I put the gas in it. I then drove back to Alderdeen, just to make sure my tank was full.
Casting a final glance over the small town, I drove away, Emmett right behind me. This would probably have been a good time to talk, on this hours long journey, but my car was not big enough to hold his bike. And honestly, I didn't really mind that much. After what happened last night... I needed a little time to think.
Had we just agreed to keep this thing? This tiny person growing inside of me? I mean, we had never actually said the words, but... why else would we say what we wanted? What we wanted it to look like? What we wanted to do?
Are we seriously going to try to be parents?
That was a very daunting thought. Being a mother. Though I suppose I should have thought about that before. Did I? Of course not. My thoughts were not nearly so responsible. My thoughts at the time had been... stop it. Not important.
Forcing myself to think back on last night, all thoughts of the child melted away.
He had come for me.
I needed help... and he was there. Without a second thought. He just... came. Why would he do that if he didn't care for me? If he didn't love me?
Why did he cheat if he did, though?
'No matter what ends up happening, I am here.' That's what he had said. He was here. He was ready to support me... and I really needed some support. I wasn't exactly getting it from my parents. Well, I suppose Mom and Regina were... But John? No. I couldn't go back there. I couldn't stay in the same house as the man who had raised me.
So where was I going to go?
Regina... lived close enough to John that I didn't want to chance it. Angelo was way too flaky to stay with. And it wasn't like he was exactly Team Emmett or baby or anything.
The only other person I talk to... is Emmett.
Could I really chance staying with Emmett? He said he was here for me, so I have no doubts that he would let me stay... But what about Melody? She was never my #1 fan. What about now that I was making her son a father? In her eyes, I would just be the hearing teen mom ruining his life.
It's not like I have anywhere else to go, though. I get to either stay at my house, with John, go stay with Regina, which is way too close to John... or stay with Emmett.
Even if Melody suddenly did decide to like me, could I trust Emmett like that? And where would I stay? They only had a small 2 bedroom place. There wasn't a chance I was staying in Emmett's room. The couch? How long would I be able to fit on a couch?
I quickly shook my head. This train of thought was getting me nowhere. I quickly reached out and flipped the music on, turning it up as loud as it would go. There was no one else on the road, and Emmett couldn't hear it, anyway... why not enjoy myself and blast my eardrums?
'I can be your hero, baby,
I can kiss away the pain,
I will stand by you forever,
You can take my breath away.'
I sang with the man on the radio, rocking in my seat, my mood gradually lifting. This is what I need. Mind numbing music. Mind numbing anything, really.
My phone buzzed in the seat beside me, and I glanced at it briefly. Another text. I chose to ignore it. It could wait until Emmett and I stopped off for gas or to eat. After all, this drive was far from over.
Hindsight being 20/20, I think I would prefer him to be next to me, after all. He could keep me busy. Entertained. Happy.
That's what he always did, wasn't it? Make me happy.
Damn him.
Ok, so, here's a long overdue chapter.
Also, in case you're wondering why I chose that song: go to youtube and add /watch?v=umFt33u5gFs I don't know why it won't let me post the full link.