Generation 4: Chapter 11, Pt. 2

 

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I quickly left the balcony and towards the front door, grabbing my keys before racing downstairs and I burst into the coffee shop. My heart was pounding and I was beginning to panic, quickly walking through the coffee shop, through the bookstore it was connected to, and out the back doors towards the courtyard.

I stopped in my tracks when I stood roughly fifty feet from the blonde woman, taking a deep breath before I continued my stride and all I could do was hope it wasn't Jody, though in the back of my mind, I knew it was.. It had to be.

I continued my steps as slow as I could, my heart racing faster and faster and once I was roughly ten feet behind her, I heard her voice and I stopped again, "I was wondering when you'd finally notice and come down," Jody spoke and at first I was too nervous to continue my steps, but soon enough, a small burst of anger I felt from seeing her caused me to continue and I stopped next to the empty chair in front of her.

I watched as her sunhat lifted and revealed her empty blue eyes, looking up at me with a pleased grin on her lips and she then motioned with her hand to the seat in front of her, "Sit down," she invited.

I quickly looked around the courtyard, no one resembling her brother or his minions, nor were there any other people and it was just Jody and I. I looked back to her then and slowly pulled out the chair, taking a seat in front of her and she continued to hold her happy grin. My heart was still racing as I looked to her, my hands shaking the slightest bit but I kept them occupied with themselves so it would go unnoticed. 

"It's been a long time," she began and my eyes went anywhere else but on her.

"Not long enough," I replied and I heard her chuckle just slightly.

"You know what today is, right?" She asked next and I nodded, "Well, it doesn't seem like it, since I called you this morning and you had your phone off.. You practically forced me to come here, I had no choice," she taunted slightly.

"How did you know where I lived?" I asked, still keeping my eyes off of her.

"You think that after our deal of me leaving you alone that I'd not at least keep track of you? You're the father of my child, Oliver, you can't get away from me that easily.."

"Can't blame me for trying," I replied, shifting in my seat uncomfortably, "So, this whole time you've still been stalking me? Keeping track of everything I do?" I asked.

"I don't stalk, Oliver, I simply 'watch from afar'.. I'm sure, too, that I know a lot more than you think I do.. I came because I needed to discuss a few things with you, I don't want anymore trouble between us.. For the baby," she answered and I looked over towards her, more nerves flowing through me and my hands still shook.

"What do you plan on doing when the baby is born? Are you going to keep me from them?" I asked, seeing her grin grow wider.

"That all depends, sweetheart.. You've had a lot of time to think about this, are you interested in being a part of their life now?" She asked and I hesitated a moment, not wanting to jump into the answer too quickly before I thought about it a little more.. But, if there was the possibility of avoiding her until the baby was born, I needed to discuss this with her now instead of being forced to see her more and more until it could be talked about.

"Are you willing to share custody?" I asked and I watched as she couldn't hold back, letting out a soft laugh to my question and it made me angrier.

"Well, you sure have gotten better at jokes since I last saw you, I'll give you that," she taunted and I let out an aggravated sigh.

"Just answer the damn question," I demanded.

"No.. No sharing custody. Either you be with me and be a part of the baby's life, too, or you don't. It's that simple.. If you choose not to be, then you can forget ever seeing them, or knowing their gender, even their name.. Let's just say that's not the only thing you'll miss, too," she threatened and I swallowed hard from what she could mean by her words. However, I noticed she was a little different tonight.. She always loved touching me, almost needing to do so, but it seemed like she was trying to avoid it.

"So, it's a win-win situation for you and no matter what I decide, it's a lose-lose for me.." I said with a sense of realization and she seemed a little bothered by my words.

"It would be a loss for me, too, if you don't choose us.. And, well.. I wouldn't say it's completely lose-lose for you.. You'll have me and of course our little one, shouldn't that be enough to make you happy?" She asked and I scoffed.

"And what if I say no? What else could you possibly take away from me?" I asked with slight desperation and the look in her eyes told me that what she said was true, that she really did know more than I had thought.

"To my understanding, you don't live in this cute little nook of a condo all by yourself, hmm?" She questioned and my eyes widened just slightly, holding my breath and she smiled, "I can tell by the look on your face that I'm not wrong.. You've always been astonishingly easy to read," she continued and I quickly looked away from her, trying to hide my face and I tried to play off her assumption.

"I only wanted to be a little closer to town, I'm renting a room. I have a roommate, that's all," I lied, wanting Isaiah to be the last thing she would bring into this mess of ours. There was a long silence between us, the hum of the nightlife the only noise around us, barista's clearing and cleaning tables, chatter from inside the coffee shop, crickets and the gentle roar of traffic just outside of the courtyard.. What normally would help me relax now seemed like painful white noise as I waited for her to say something.

"What's his name?" She wondered finally after the long silence and a slight relief rushed over me, glad that she didn't know as much as I hoped she didn't, but I lied again just in case.

"Michael," I replied, still refusing to face her.

"Even after all this time, you think I don't know when you're lying to me?" She questioned and I chuckled sarcastically.

"You don't know anything about me," I hissed quietly in return and I heard her giggle softly.

"Does Isaiah know you kissed 'Michael' this morning on the balcony?" She asked, calling out my bluff and I quickly looked towards her, still seeing the same grin on her face that I had seen when I had first sat down, "Oh, please.. Don't act so surprised. I told you that I know more than you think," she taunted and I grew angered the more I looked at her.

I stood from the chair, facing her and placing my hands down on the table as I glared at her threateningly, "Stay away from my home, stay away from him.. This is between us, no one else, do you hear me?" I asked with a demanding tone and she didn't respond.

I stepped away from the table, beginning to walk away from her and she spoke up again, "You're ending this conversation quite early, in my opinion.." She coaxed and I slowly came to a stop.. What else could she possibly want from me? I heard her standing from the chair behind me, walking up to me slowly and she soon came into my view again, standing in front of me and I scowled towards her.

"What..?" I asked with irritation. 

"I'm not done discussing things with you and unless you want to see me again, I suggest talking about it now," she offered an ultimatum, her lips no longer carrying her devious smile and I grew the slightest bit intimidated, though I still thought I should stand my ground.

"I have nothing more to say to you. Unless you agree to shared custody right now, we're going to have a lot more problems," I replied harshly.

"You're right, we are, but that's only if you continue this nonsense and insist on fucking that asshole you live wi-" I stopped her from talking by grabbing her wrist, dragging her into a corner of the courtyard where no one could see us and I tossed her into the wall, her back hitting it abruptly and my hand slammed on the brick near her head.

"Keep talking about him like that and I'll cut out that fucking tongue of yours," I threatened before I could even think of the words and saying them out loud even caused me to wonder where the hell that had come from. Why did I say that? 

"Mmmm.. Well, isn't this a different side of you," she said with intrigue, "I kinda like it."

"Stop," I demanded, pulling my hand away from the wall and I stepped away, putting my back towards her.

"It really would be a shame if anything were to happen to him.. It would be better if you could learn to let go of the things you don't need and focus on what's important.. Like me, our child, the life you want with us.. Wouldn't it?"

"I said stop," I demanded again, "There won't be an us if anything happens to him, that you can count on," I warned.

"There's still time to fix all of this, to make it how it used to be.. How it should be.."

"And how should it be..? You being in my life ruins everything.." I replied, still unable to face her.

"Did you ever think that me being in your life could be the way to make things work? You never really gave it a chance, anyhow.. You really did like me when we first went out together, don't you remember? I could tell how much you wanted to kiss me, to not go home and get nothing out of it, to feel something.. Didn't I do that for you?" She questioned.

"Yeah, but the next day everything changed.. You weren't you anymore, you were something entirely different, something that I wasn't ready for and I thought I had made that very clear to you," I answered, turning to face her again and her expression surprisingly seemed sincere.

"Oliver, all I did was speed up the process.. I liked you from the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you and I wasn't going to stop until I got the chance to know you. Can't we just look back on all of this and accept that this all was probably going to happen anyways..?" She asked and I shook my head softly as I tried to understand what the hell she was trying to tell me, what she was trying to get out of all of this. 

"Of course not.. It never would've happened like this.. If I had a say in any of it, it would've never been like this.." I confirmed back.

I then watched as she dropped her view to the ground, toying with her fingers and she seemed nervous about something, "What is it..?" I asked.

"Actually.. I wanted you to know that I heard you.."

"Heard me how..?"

"When you had told me to stop, that time in your room.." She replied and my expression changed from angry to somewhat shocked, "I was just caught up in the moment.. I'm sure you've noticed, but.. I'm a bit of a masochist," she said quietly, hearing her chuckle nervously, "It's no excuse, but.. I never apologized for what I had done to you, so.. I'm sorry," she continued, seeing her look up to me and my breath hitched a little, never thinking that those words would ever be spoken to me from her and at first I didn't know how to react or even what I should say. She had proven to me that she couldn't be trusted, time and time over, but why did I believe that she meant that apology?

"I think it's a little late for sorry's, Jody.. That doesn't account for all of the other times you threatened me, followed me, how you've been trying to do nothing but ruin my life if I wasn't with you and I don't think I can forgive that," I answered and I watched her nod softly.

"It's understandable.. You weren't ready, you were fragile, I did force you into all of this and I see that now. I guess I was just hoping that we could put all of that behind us.. Start fresh..?"

"This doesn't change anything between us," I said as if my words were etched in stone.

"There's absolutely nothing that I can do?" She asked, her tone seeming hopeful, as if I might give her something in return that I knew she would do in order to be with me, but I was with Isaiah.. Jody and I have no common ground, no spark, no excitement, no love.. But, as I looked at her, listening to her words, she reminded me of the girl I had known when I met her the first time. Maybe it was just a phase, or maybe it was some sick game that she liked playing but it grew old to her when she realized I wouldn't come back to her, or it could be that she's thinking about the baby and nothing more and all she wants is to make amends with me for our child's sake.. Whatever it was, I liked this side of her way more than constantly being belittled or played with. 

I let my gaze from her drop to the ground, letting out a heavy sigh as I wondered if I could trust her or not. Part of me was screaming, telling me to never believe a word she says, to walk away and never give her the benefit of the doubt and to never look back.. But, the other part of me wanted to believe that her words were sincere, that she wanted my forgiveness and she wanted to make things work, if not together, then at least with no hard feelings attached. Our baby was due in less than two months and if we couldn't come to some kind of compromise or understanding, there wasn't much hope for our baby's future and they were going to be juggled around in this battle between mother and father.. I only thought about what was best for my child, not us..

"Oliver..?" Jody inquired, hearing her step a little closer to me, my eyes looking up and her expression showed worry, "Are you thinking?" She asked and I nodded, "Tell me what you're thinking about.. Maybe I can help," she offered.

"Help me understand then.. I get the masochism, I do.. We all have our kinks.. But, the threats? Ultimatums? Making me do things that I don't want to, things that make me exceedingly uncomfortable?" I began, watching as she dropped her gaze, "This whole time I've been convinced that you're just twisted, sick in the head or something.. You make me scared to go out because if I turn a corner, you could be there, just standing there waiting for me, waiting for me to mess up and I wait to see what kind of price I'm going to pay for simply trying to live out my life.. I don't understand why," I answered.

"We're all a little twisted, Oliver.. Aren't you?" She asked, watching as she looked back up to me, "You keep saying that you want nothing to do with me, that you want me to leave you alone and I keep to my word, but whenever I come back, you're the one that stays. You've had every chance to leave me here and go back upstairs to your place, but you're still here, you're still hearing me out and you know what? I really love that, I love seeing you want to stay, because that's just the type of person you are.. It also kinda makes me think that you like being jerked around, too," she replied and my brows furrowed in anger, but I was only mad at myself, "I only asked for simple things in return. Like that kiss before, that's all I wanted and I gave you five good, long months without me, but they were five exhausting and grueling months without you.. I love you so much that it makes me sick to my stomach sometimes and you know what? I kind of like it sometimes, too.." She pointed out and I heard her chuckle softly, "Makes me think that I really am sick in the head, you know?" She asked, noticing her eyes were getting glossy but she turned her head away from me for a moment.. Was this really all genuine?

Why did I suddenly feel sorry for her? She was talking to me like she was a human being and I honestly never thought we'd be having a conversation that didn't involve threats or heated words. What was worse was that I still couldn't tell for sure if she was full of shit and just stringing me along more, or if she really did mean all of what she was saying, if she actually meant the sincerity she was trying to put forth. It was so unlike her. Granted, the majority of the time that I've known her, it's been bad more than it's been good, so maybe it was just hard to believe because I hadn't seen the good side as often.. But.. Was this her good side, or just more lies?

Why was I even trying to see the good side of this? This was the first conversation we've had that's been on the better side ever since I realized who she really was, but I wasn't thinking that it was a good thing.. What if she finally realized that she's not getting me back, so her last resort is to try and reason with me, to apologize and get on my good side? She knows about Isaiah, she already expressed her anger towards him to me and she owned up to being twisted, to being a masochist, to being someone who's unstable and unpredictable enough to do something to him and I couldn't let her do that.. I couldn't let her have the chance of walking away from me thinking that we were okay and the next thing I know, Isaiah doesn't come home from work one night because she sent her brother to do her dirty work.. I couldn't give her the chance to do anything to him, I wouldn't let her. I loved him too much to even risk it..

I slowly stepped closer to Jody, looking down at her and she looked up to my eyes, my lips forming a soft smirk and her expression seemed relieved. My eyes then went down, my hand reaching up and for the first time, I willingly touched her growing belly and for a moment, I forgot where I was, who I was with, all of what was around me and I could feel my child. What was the answer here? Without them even being in this world yet, I knew I wanted the best for them, I knew I wanted to do everything within my power to protect them, to ensure nothing but good would come to them, and once I felt Jody's cold hand slowly slide over mine as I felt her stomach, I was brought back into reality and I knew what I needed to do.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" I asked, seeing her face light up.

"Yeah! I want to keep discussing stuff with you somewhere else, maybe even a little more than that," she implied with a smile, feeling her grip my hand tighter.

"I have somewhere we can be alone. We can stay there together as long as you'd like," I offered and she seemed excited.

"Great! I brought my car and you can drive, so we can take that instead of a cab. Can we stop by my place before we go so I can get a few things?" She asked and I thought for a moment, wishing we didn't have to stop anywhere, but I agreed anyhow.

"Sure.. Let's go," I replied, offering her my hand to hold and she seemed shocked that I had offered it, but without a second thought, her hand gripped mine and I escorted her out of the courtyard, through the bookstore, the coffee shop and then out towards the parking lot where her car was. 

After letting Jody pick up a few things from her place, I drove for roughly an hour, letting Jody hold my hand the entire time we drove together and every time I noticed her look at me, I looked over and gave her a reassuring smirk, rubbing my thumb over the top of her hand. I didn't bring my phone with me, nor did I ever turn it on from when I had shut it off last night, so I knew Isaiah couldn't reach me. But, I didn't care about that right now, I had one goal in mind and that was to take Jody somewhere where we could finally be alone together. I needed to be alone with her. 

"Where are we going? I hope it's somewhere where we can be alone for days and just stay in bed together," she cooed sweetly and I smiled.

"It's a bit of a drive.. My family has a cabin up in the woods. I used to come up here all the time to get away from school for a while to study and what-not," I somewhat lied, seeing her lean her head back in the seat and she seemed as happy as she could be.

"What were the things you needed to grab at your place?" I asked curiously, feeling her fingers from the hand that I held playing with mine and from the corner of my eye, I could see her other hand gently rubbing her belly.

"Just a couple things.. Some clothes, hairbrush, toothbrush, my prenatal vitamins, my favorite mug to have coffee in the morning.. Simple things," she replied and I nodded, "You didn't need to get anything before we came up here?"

"Nah.. We all keep some stuff up here whenever we need it, kind of like for random occasions such as this one," I answered, looking over to her with a smile and I could tell by her expression that she believed me. She looked so relaxed, her breathing calm and steady and she seemed so content with me as her lips still held the slightest smile. I was glad that I was getting her out of town, away from Isaiah and away from my life, but living a double life was out of the question. I still contemplated what the hell I was doing, why I had abandoned Isaiah for the night and was running away with Jody, of all people, but I still felt in my gut that this was all for the greater good.

After a drive that took roughly two hours altogether, I pulled into a long, dark driveway that would eventually lead to the cabin at the end of the road, but I stopped the car before we reached it. I shut off the headlights as I parked Jody's car a short walking distance from the cabin itself and I sat there for a moment, staring at the dirt road as I pulled my hand away from Jody's and I shut the car off, though I left the keys within the ignition and I then looked over towards Jody, seeing that same relaxed smile on her lips.

"So, we're finally here, huh?" She wondered and I nodded.

"Yeah.. It's just up the road.."

"You have a key to get in, right?" She questioned next and I nodded once more. I continued to sit there, my eyes going back towards the road and I quickly tried to think if this was really the best idea, if taking her here was a mistake, but now that we were already here and I knew she was beginning to wonder why I hadn't moved yet, I committed to the choice I had made and I opened my door, getting out of the car and shutting the door as softly as I could before then coming around to the other side to let Jody out.

I helped her out of the car and she stood there with concerned eyes looking at me, removing her sunhat and tossing it in the back of the car, "Is something wrong?" Jody asked and I looked to her through the darkness.

"N-No.. Nothing's wrong.." I said quietly and she giggled softly.

"Well, come on, then.. I want to change into something more comfortable, my back's been killing me and I think a little massage might make me feel better," she flirted softly and I smirked.

"Sure.. Let me just get your bag for you," I replied, seeing her smile and she took a few steps away from the car, looking up the dark, dirt road. 

I reached in the back of the car behind her seat, grabbing her bag and I then shut her door just as softly as I had shut mine. My view turned and I looked up the road, seeing Jody standing there looking back at me, waiting for me, and once I started to walk, she continued as well and I followed roughly ten feet behind her. I stared at the ground as I walked, still trying to wrap my head around what the hell I was doing and why I had went out of my way to show her some sort of hospitality.. Or comfort.. I didn't know what to call it, really.. She didn't deserve it, she didn't deserve anything from me, but why did I lead us here? Here, of all places..

"How much further up the road?" She asked after about a two minute walk.

"Not far.."

"Why'd you park all the way back here, anyways? Why didn't you just pull up to the cabin itself?" She asked next and I kept silent for a moment. 

"Are you worried about someone stealing your car? Because my family owns everything you see around you.. Your car will be fine," I replied as my view still remained on the dirt road.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about my feet.. A pregnant woman walking up a dirt road in these shoes? Yeah.. Not fun," she pointed out with a soft giggle, but I failed to pay close enough attention to care.

My mind was racing more and more with each step that I took and I felt that I could barely contain it all without my head exploding. The smell that radiated off of her as I trailed behind was both sweet as well as nauseating and the more I tried to not let it bother me, I couldn't get passed it. My eyes looked up as I continued my slow pace, staring at the back of her head and I began to feel a headache come on the more and more I wished I could psycho-kinetically make her head burst like a needle to a water balloon and I wanted to feel the mist of her blood spray over me.

The more I looked at the back of her head, the more angered I became and even now, I thought of the words she said before.. Not the ones she tried so desperately to pass off as sincere or genuine, but all of her words prior to that. How at first she was still menacing, threatening.. Even how she knew of Isaiah made my skin crawl and the grip I had on the handles of her bag clenched harder and I could hear as well as feel the leather being forced to rub together. I hated her.. I hated her so much. She was the epitome of a nightmare and honestly, I don't even know how I was able to be even the slightest bit fooled by her behavior before.. Why did I give her even a minimal amount of kindness?

My pace quickened a little, beginning to catch up to her and I wanted to do something, I felt the need to, but what would I do once I reached her? I began questioning myself, questioning why I felt this kind of rage for the first time in my life and I felt as if my body was beginning to move on it's own.. A shadow of myself was coaxing me forward, pulling and tugging for me to catch up to her and finally do something about this once and for all. I felt my own hands on my back, pushing me more and more, wheedling me forward, forcing me to do what I wanted to, what I had come here to do..

Once I reached her, my hand that didn't hold her bag raised over my head and the next thing I knew, my hand swung down as hard as it could, a strength I had never felt before coursing through my arm and a loud crack filled my ears, watching as Jody's body instantly went limp and she fell down, landing on her side and I didn't blink for a long moment as I stared down at her. 

I looked towards my hand that I had believed was unoccupied, seeing Jody's favorite mug being clenched tightly within it's grip that I didn't even know I had taken out of her bag and a small part of the mug glistened from a wet substance upon the edge of the bottom it.. Was that.. Blood? I couldn't tell for sure through the darkness.. I felt the mug crack in many places from the contact of it meeting her skull, though to my surprise, it didn't break. When did I take it out of her bag? Why did I hit her? Did I kill her?

Suddenly, a gentle gust of wind hit me and it seemed as if I was back within my own body, normal again, looking around me in every direction and I looked back down at the mug once more. I quickly jumped from the sight of it and dropped it to the ground, my other hand then dropping her bag and I felt the earth pulling me to my knees. What had just come over me? I brought my hands forward, palms up, looking down at them and I couldn't account for what I had just done. Was it really me that just did that..? Who else would've?

I looked up slowly, seeing Jody lying in the dirt road, "J-Jody..?" I questioned, reaching forward and touching her ankle, shaking her gently, but no response came from her. I crawled through the dirt road to her side, my hands shaking and I could barely keep them steady as I brought my index and middle finger of my right hand towards her throat, checking her pulse. I counted to ten in my head, eventually calculating a somewhat steady heartbeat from her and I knew she wasn't dead, but the blow to the head she took had taken a lot of out her.

Her pulse was faint, but it was still there and I let out a relived sigh, tears filling my eyes immediately and I was so happy that she was still breathing, still able to incubate the baby and I fell forward, resting my hands and my forehead against her growing belly and I was so happy that the baby was unharmed. Why had this happened? The rage I felt growing inside of me just seconds before was completely gone and remorse filled me instantly, too many emotions hitting me all at once and I couldn't contain it all by myself.

I sobbed softly as I knelt there, "I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry she got hurt.. Thank goodness you're okay.. I-I.. I don't.. I don't know what happened.. I'm so sorry.." I spoke to the baby, my voice unstable and quiet, my breathing hitched and staggered as I let the relief consume me. I was just so happy that Jody wasn't dead or that would've meant the death of my baby. 

I couldn't take this.. What the hell was happening to me? I was a mess.. I was weeping over the mother of my child that was lying unconscious in the middle of a dirt road, out in the middle of practically nowhere and it was my fault.. But, I don't even remember taking the mug out of her bag.. How the hell did it get into my hand? I knew I had hit her hard enough to draw blood, but I didn't dare check the wound and look at it.. I couldn't do it.. One moment I felt invincible, stronger than I've ever felt before in my life and the next moment I was on my knees, crying in the middle of a lonely dirt road and that's all that I felt now.. Alone.. I wanted Isaiah.. I needed his help, I needed him to tell me everything was going to be okay and I needed to feel his arms around me, hugging me as tightly as he possibly could, but it was too much to ask for.. I couldn't have that and it only made me feel worse.

As I knelt there, tears still coursing down my cheeks and soaking into Jody's sundress, I thought I had heard footsteps in the distance and instantly I held my breath, stopping my sobbing and I lifted my head, looking up the road towards the cabin and I saw a dark figure in the distance approaching me, though I didn't stand, nor did I show too much panic.. I knew who it was.

"Who the fuck is there?" The voice demanded and I didn't say a word as I let them approach more.

"Well, I'll be a goddamn monkey's Uncle," my Uncle Gareth said with a chuckle as he continued his hobbled steps and he came to a stop about ten feet from Jody's body, "The hell you doin' here, boy?" He asked with a less than welcoming tone.

"I-I.." I began but stopped, my view then going down to Jody and my tears started again, "I-I don't know what happened.." I managed to say through a whisper and silence fell over us.

I heard him approach us again, watching as he struggled to bend down with his bad knee and he touched Jody's face, turning her to get a better look at her head and I looked over towards him, watching his brow raise in curiosity as he observed the back of her skull. 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," his tongue clicked, "Looks like somethin' fell on this poor girls head, wouldn't you say so?" He asked, though the tone of his voice seemed more like a statement rather than a question and his eyes told me that I needed to agree with him. 

"Y-Yeah.." I replied weakly.

My view then went back up to my Uncle as he stood straight once again, the only person that I could turn to for something like this and now I knew why I had led Jody here.. I needed help and he was the only one I knew that could do just that.. He's the only father figure I knew anymore and I knew him to be a rather sick man, though he was the only one I had ever witnessed get away scot-free for so many things he should be behind bars for.. Maybe I did it subconsciously, just like I had taken Jody's mug out of her bag? But, what made me even think that I should come here, assuming I'd do something as bad as this..? Nothing made any sense anymore.

"I-I need help.." I managed to say through my tears, watching him stare at me for a long moment and the look in his eyes always made me cringe. He eventually blinked and turned around, hearing him letting out a heavy sigh as he thought for a moment, "Please.." I pleaded.

"You look like shit. Wipe those fucking tears off your face and bring her inside.. And stop crying, for fuck's sake.. Pick up that mug and give me her bag," he advised, quickly doing as he said and I gave him her bag and watched as he began walking back up the road towards his cabin.

I used the sleeves of my shirt to wipe away my tears, looking down at Jody and I carefully slipped one of my arms under her back and the other under the backs of her knees, picking her up within my arms and I held her close to me as I slowly followed my Uncle and brought her to his cabin. 

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Original chapter written and posted on December 21, 2014