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Sam looked at Mercedes as she slept on the couch. Her tear streaked face tearing him to pieces. He walked over to her and sat on the couch, cursing himself for waking her, "I'm sorry baby.."
Mercedes opened her swollen eyes, looking over at the clock seeing it was ten in the morning, "It's okay, I should be up anyways." She sat up on the couch, zipping up her jacket. She slid her hands into her pocket as she stared blankly at the wall.
Sam wrapped his arm around her and that did it. She broke out in tears. Sam pulled her to him, kissing her forehead softly, "It's going to be okay."
Mercedes shook her head, "You don't k-know that." She cried out, covering her face with her hands.
Madison tip toed downstairs when she heard Mercedes crying. She sat down on the bottom step, nibbling on her lip as she watched her father comfort her.
Sam rocked them back and forth. He didn't know what he could say to make her see that everything was going to be okay. She told him that Maverick was arrested for a DUI and the argument that they had. What he didn't understand was how did this even happen? He came out of his thoughts when he saw Madison come and wrapped her short arms around Mercedes' waist.
Madison laid her head down on Mercedes' chest, "Don't cry momma, I don't like it when you're sad."
Mercedes sniffled as she listen to the little girl, "I'm sorry sweetheart." She pulled her in her lap.
Madison frowned when she saw her face, taking her small hand to wipe the tears away, "Daddy always makes me pancakes to make me feel better. You want some pancakes?"
Mercedes laughed through her tears, "Yeah..I would love some."
Madison smiled brightly before she slid off of her lap. Tapping Sam's shoulder, "You heard her, she wants some pancakes. Get to cooking." She trotted into the kitchen.
Sam looked at her in amusement, "So bossy." He mumbled as he got up from the couch.
"She's your child." Mercedes quipped back softly.
"That she is." He smiled down at her, holding out his hand, "Come on."
Mercedes took his hand, letting out a small smile as she walked towards the kitchen.
Maverick was rubbing his still hurting wrist as he walked towards the front door. The judge had gave him six months of community service since it was his first offense. When he was finished, he looked up and saw Brandon was there to pick him up. He could see the disappointed etched across his face. To make things worst, he didn't say a word to him on the car ride home. He sighed as he walked through the door, immediately greeted by the angry looks of his family.
Ginger gestured for him to walk towards the kitchen table.
Maverick bit the inside of his cheek as he walked towards the kitchen, sitting down at the end of the table. He watched as she came in and sat in front of him. He was relieved when she told the others to not come in, he didn't think he could handle anyone else looking disappointed in him.
Ginger stayed quiet for a few minutes, mostly just taking him in trying to figure out what's wrong with him, "What happened Maverick? And don't you dare say you don't know because you do."
"GG." He sighed as he played with the placemat on the table, avoiding all eye contact with her, "I..I'm just angry okay?"
"Don't 'okay me', you need to tell me what is wrong with you. You're acting out Maverick. You out of everyone knows how much pain you put your mother through last night. You could've died. Do you know how hard it was to hear what you did? Maverick..this is how your father died."
"And you think I don't know that GG." Maverick looked at her with tears clouding his vision, "I miss him. I hate that he can't be here with us. I fucking hate it. I hate that he didn't get a chance to see me grow up. I hate that I can't go to him for things I can't go to mom for. I hate it." He was full out crying by now, "It hurts to see boys my age have their dad and I c-can't have mine. So yes, I turned to drinking. I tried to drown away the pain of it all. I've been doing it for two months." He laid his head down on the table.
Ginger cover her hand over her mouth. She scooted back in her chair, getting up and walking towards him, "Mav..why didn't you tell anyone you was feeling this way?"
"I don't know." He whispered solemnly.
She sighed as she placed a hand on his back, "Don't ever keep anything like this in ever again. Do you hear me?" She sat down beside him in a chair, "I know you're angry about losing your father, we all are Maverick. He was such a good person but it was his time. You can't go around putting yourself in self-destruct mode because of it." She patted his knee, "You need to talk to your mom."
Maverick let out of humorless laugh, "I doubt she wants to talk to me after what I said last night."
"What did you say?" She asked in mild tone.
"I basically told her I wish she wasn't my mom for no reason."
Ginger gasped in shock, "Why would you say such a thing?"
He sniffled hardly, "I didn't mean it I swear and I will always hate myself for putting that hurt look on her face. Mama means everything to me. Everything. And now..." He drifted off as his words got caught in his throat, "She probably hates me."
"She doesn't hate you Maverick. She may be a little upset with you right now, but I can almost guarantee she doesn't hate you."
Maverick stared blankly at her. He wanted to believe what she was saying but he couldn't. He made a very stupid decision. He knew he did but he couldn't go back and change the past.
Mercedes paced back and forth in the living room. She knew she had to go home but she couldn't face her son yet. Get yourself together, Mercedes. You're a 31 year old woman and you're afraid to face your 16 year son she thought to herself.
Sam wash the last of the dishes before he told Madison to go upstairs and get dressed. He had promised to take her ice skating this afternoon but they had to run some errands before hand. He grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands off as he walked to the living room. He leaned against the doorway when he saw Mercedes pacing back and forth, "Sweetheart?"
Mercedes jumped at the sound of his voice, "Yeah?"
"You should go talk to him. I know your pissed right now but you need to hear what he has to say for himself."
Mercedes sighed as she ran her hand through her messy pony tail, "You're right.." She grabbed her keys from the table, walking over she gave him a kiss, "I'll see you later. Tell Madison I love her." She walked to the door and closed it behind her. Once she made it to her car, she got in and strapped herself down, saying a little prayer before she drove off.
Mercedes rolled over once she heard the phone ring. She quickly answered it, "Where are you?"
"Just got off of work, I'm on my way now." He said as he go into his truck, "Is little man still up?"
"Yes.." Mercedes smiled down at her son who was reaching for her phone, "He actually wants to speak to you." She handed him the phone.
Maverick smiled as he grabbed the phone, "Hi daddee."
Calvin smiled, "Hey buddy. Are you being good for mommy?"
"Yes!" He said excitedly, "I'm being berry good daddee."
"That's my boy. I'm going to see you in a few. I love you."
"I luv you too." He handed Mercedes back the phone.
Mercedes came out of her thoughts as she opened the front door. She threw her keys in the bowl by the door, tucking her hands into her pockets as she walked towards the kitchen, stopping short when she saw her mom and Maverick siting at the table.
Ginger turned when she heard footsteps, taking in her distressed looking daughter, "Hey."
Maverick lifted his head, seeing his mother, he casted his eyes back down to the table.
"Hey." Mercedes said lowly as she fully walked into the kitchen.
Ginger stood up from the table, giving Maverick a light pat on his back. She walked towards Mercedes, leaning closely to her ear, "Listen to him."
Mercedes adverted her eyes from her, grunting a little. She looked back when she watched her leave out the room. Turning back around, she walked towards the table in silence. She sat down in the chair, looking at him but still not saying a word.
Maverick bit down on his bottom lip, trying to keep his tears at bay. It killed him to see her ignoring him. Clearing his throat, "Um..I'm sorry mama. I really am."
Mercedes scoffed loudly, turning her attention to the screen door. The silence went on for a few for minutes.
Maverick felt a single tear slide down his face, "Can you please just talk to me? Please?"
"What do you want me to say Maverick?" She looked at him, "Do you want me to tell you that you made the worst decision you could ever make? Do you want me to remind you that this is how your dad died Maverick? Because the same thing you did, someone else did it and killed him." The chair suddenly made a screeching noise as she got up from it, staring intently into his eyes, "Do you not know how much this hurts me Maverick? To know my s-son.." She croaked out before she covered her mouth to stop the sob that was coming out, "My son could've ended up in an orange jumpsuit or worst..dead."
Maverick put his head down, shaking it sadly. Everything she was saying was hitting him hard. He didn't think. He could've not only ended someone's life but his as well, "I'm so sorry mommy. I'm sorry. I didn't think." He decided to just let the truth out, "I've been drinking for the last two months because I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't look at everyone being happy with their dads...I just couldn't."
Mercedes hand paused as she was running it through her ponytail, "Why didn't you tell me Maverick? I'm your mother, you're suppose to tell me when you're feeling a certain way." She cried softly, "I know you're mad..hell I'm still mad too but I talked to someone about it. Drinking isn't going to solve anything, trust me, I know." She looked at him with sad eyes, seeing he was not saying anything she decided to do what she should've did a long time ago, "If you don't want to talk to me..then you're going to a therapist..because this behavior, it's unacceptable." She looked at him one last time before she walked out of the kitchen.
Maverick stared at her retrieving form feeling defeated. He did not want to sit in a shrinks office for a hour talking about his problems. But he'll do it for the sake of getting better and mending his relationship with his mom.
Sam smiled as he looked down at his daughter, who was patiently waiting to get her skates on and tied, "You ready Muffin?"
Madison nodded excitedly, "Yes." She slid out of her boots and place her legs in Sam's lap. She looked at him curiously as he tied up the laces, "Daddy?"
"Yes baby?" He focused on the right foot, making sure he double knotted it.
"Why was mama so sad this morning?" She asked curiously.
Sam looked at her. How the hell do you explain this to a six year old?, "Well..sweetheart, she was just upset about something that happened last night."
"What happened last night?"
"Um..maybe she will tell you later on." Sam stood up from the bench, holding out his hand for her to take.
Madison smiled, "Okay." She grabbed his hand and slowly walked to the entrance, only to be stopped by a voice.
"Madison." A woman said as she took in the little girl.
Sam looked up with a frown immediately playing on his lips, pulling Madison closer to him, "What the hell do you want?"
She held her hands up in defense, "I don't want any trouble Sam.."
"No trouble? That's all your good for nothing family is is trouble."
"Sam..I know it's hard for you to trust me but I do want to be in her life."
Madison looked up at the woman, face mimicking Sam's facial expression.
"That's definitely not happening and you can tell the rest of the family that too." Sam said sternly, "Y'all knew about Nicole or whatever the hell her name is and you didn't tell me. I thought you were my friend Jenny."
Jenny put her head down, "She is my sister Sam, I couldn't betray her. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it." He said as he stared at her, eyes glistening with anger, "Make this your last time talking to us. If you or anyone else so ever come near us again, I'll have you locked up. Don't think I won't." He watched as her eyes went wide before she scurried away. He didn't want them around Madison one bit.
He sighed as he looked down at his daughter, "You ready?"
She nodded softly, gripping his hand tighter as they walked to the edge, letting the blades hit the ice, "Daddy..please don't make me go with them."
"Don't you worry about that because that's not happening ever. You're with me and they will never see you as long as I live." He told her truthfully as he kept his balance.
Madison smiled briefly, "Thank you." She stopped herself, causing him to as well, and hugged him around his waist.
"Don't thank me baby girl." He bent down, giving her a big kiss on her forehead, "Lets skate."
Madison took his hand again and moved them along the ice. They stayed there for about two hours and got some food afterwards.
Mercedes knocked on door lightly, standing back when she heard the voice on the other side. She saw the door open, smiling faintly when Puck greeted her with a big hug. He walked her in the house and to the living room, where Quinn was feeding Carson.
Quinn looked over at her best friend, "Hey."
"Hey." She replied lowly as she walked over and sat by her in the couch.
Quinn removed the bottle from Carson's mouth and handed him to Mercedes.
Mercedes smiled when she handed him to her. She cradled the small body in her arms. She grabbed the bottle and placed it back into his mouth, his green eyes staring back into hers.
Quinn placed her hand underneath her chin as she watched on. She knew Mercedes very well and she knew that there were doubts running through her mind, "You're a wonderful mother Mercedes, stop thinking otherwise."
Mercedes never looked up, putting all of her focus on Carson, "As of lately..I'm not." She felt a tear starting to slowing fall down her cheek, "I didn't even notice that he was hurting Q. He went to drinking because I was too stupid to notice."
Quinn called for Noah, telling him to come get the baby. When he did, she moved in front of Mercedes, grabbing her chin, "You listen to me and you listen good. You're not stupid. This is not your fault Mercedes. It's not. Do not blame yourself for this."
"I can't help it Quinn. It is my fault. If I would've paid more attention, then none of this would've happen."
Quinn wrapped her into hug. She knew it would be hard convincing Mercedes that it wasn't her fault. She felt so bad for her sister, she didn't like it when she was upset.
Mercedes grabbed the phone from Maverick, "I'm back."
"I'm going to be there in about ten minutes." Calvin said as he stopped at the red light.
"Okay, I love you." Mercedes sung through the phone.
Calvin smiled widely, "I love you too baby. I'll see you soon." He made kissing noises through the receiver before he hung up. He put his foot on the pedal when the light turned green, failing to see the car speeding through the red light, hitting him on the driver's side of the car.
Maverick woke up out of sleep in a cold sweat. Ever since he has been out of jail, he has been having this vivid dream about someone dying in a wreck. He sighed as he moved the cover off of his body and got up from the bed. He opened up his door to his room and made his way down the hallway. He saw his mother coming up the stairs with a cup of tea and a book in her hands. He didn't know if he should say anything or not. When she hit the top step, she stop when she saw him. He stared back at her, "I was just going to get some water."
Mercedes merely nodded as she walked passed him.
Maverick sighed as she walked away. He turned around and watched her go to her room, "I just want to say that I love you and I wouldn't want any other mom in the world. Goodnight." He hurried down the stairs, not wanting to see what she was going to say or do.
Mercedes turned and looked down the stairwell. She let a small smile take over her lips as she pushed her door opened. She may be mad at him for what he did but that would never stop her from loving him.
A/N. Now we now what's wrong with Maverick. A lot of you thought he was gay, which I could understand because when I went back and read it, I was like 'Okay Torri, you really did make him sound like he was.' lol. But his sexuality is yet to be known. ;) Don't worry you guys, the angst is almost over. The road to recovery is going to be long for Maverick, but he will learn how to cope with his father's death. I know there are other things that went on in this chapter but we will touch bases on that in the next one. Have a great weekend y'all. :)