Generation 4, Chapter 16


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My eyelids slowly lifted, blinking a couple of times to focus my vision and I noticed I was still at my uncle’s cabin, lying on the couch as I looked up at the ceiling. I couldn’t move just yet, feeling my phone buzz in my pocket and I knew from how the buzz felt that I had missed calls and text messages waiting to be read, more than likely from Isaiah, but I didn’t bother looking at them quite yet. I had a headache that seemed as if it wasn’t ever going to go away, picking up my arms slowly and I looked at my hands, noticing they were clean with no traces of blood and I looked down at myself, noticing I was wearing a clean shirt, too.. Why was I able to handle seeing blood so well last night? What had come over me? What happened last night wasn’t just a dream, or rather, a nightmare, was it? 


I heard soft, gentle cooing of an infant and I sat up quickly, looking around towards the kitchen and I saw my Aunt Nina holding a baby, knowing now that last night wasn’t a nightmare anymore. I didn’t remember much, but I remember enough to the point where it made my stomach turn and I still had a hard time convincing myself that whatever I remembered actually happened, but for now, I’ll try to ignore it. I smiled as I looked at my son in her arms, seeing Aunt Nina then look towards me and she smiled when she saw that I was awake.


“Hey, you’re finally up,” she pointed out.

“What time is it?” I asked with a groggy tone.

“Almost six.”

“In the evening?

“Yeah, you’ve been out cold since last night.. You must’ve been really exhausted,” she replied and I sighed heavily.. Shit.. I knew Isaiah was probably worried about me, or at least wondering where the hell I was and wanting to know when I’d be home.. I need to call him and let him know I’m okay and that I’ll be coming home tonight, like I had promised him.


I slowly brought my feet off the couch and placed them on the ground, taking my time as I sat up and I could feel how sore and exhausted I still was from last night, still trying to completely grasp what had happened, all the while wanting to completely forget about it.. I eventually stood up and stepped over towards my aunt, noticing her keeping her smile as she watched me come closer and I gazed down at my son within her arms. 

“How is he?” I asked.

“Pretty perfect, actually.. Very healthy..” She replied and I was pleased to hear it, “It’s been a while, you’ve gotten quite handsome over the years,” she complimented and I smirked.

“Thanks,” I replied, “It’s good to see you again.”

“You, too,” she answered, my hand reaching up and I caressed my little boys face with the back of my index finger. He was so, so soft.


“Do you know what you want to name him?” My Aunt Nina wondered and I shook my head.

“No, haven’t given it much thought.. I didn’t know if it was going to be a boy or a girl, so I wanted to wait until they were born to try and decide on something.. I think I’ll wait and discuss it with my partner, I’m sure he’d like to help me think of something,” I replied and she smiled more with a nod.

“That’s nice of you, I’m sure he’d like that, too.. You’re uncle mentioned him briefly, how long have you two been together?”

“Uhm.. About seven months, I think.”

“Oh, so it’s still new and exciting, huh?” She questioned and I chuckled, nodding in response.

“Yeah.. Very exciting,” I replied, though my meaning of ‘excitement’ leaned a little more towards ‘hectic’ from what we’ve been through together.

“Well, you seem very happy.. This is actually the happiest I’ve seen you in a very long time,” she pointed out.

“Yeah.. It’s been hard and I’ve had a lot to deal with, so has he, but he’s helped me a lot.. I don’t know where I’d be without him,” I replied and she smiled warmly.


“Do you mind?” I asked, implying that I wanted to hold my little man and Aunt Nina nodded happily.

“Of course.. Congratulations, by the way,” she answered, handing me my son and this was the first time I was able to properly hold him in my arms. He was so small and fragile, as light as a feather, not to mention completely beautiful and I didn’t even want to blink so I could stare are him for as long as I wanted. I was finally a father, something that I hadn’t ever imagined would happen in all my life before I had met Isaiah.. It felt invigorating.


“Do you mind me asking how the mother is?” My aunt wondered and I froze for a moment.

“She, uhm.. Died.. During childbirth..” I replied, not knowing what else to tell her, let alone what my uncle had told her.. If he had told her anything, however, I automatically assumed he would say something similar, if not the same.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that..” She replied with remorse and I nodded.. I guess my uncle didn’t really tell her anything at all about what happened..

“It’s all right, we were never really that close, or even on good terms..” I replied, hesitating a moment, “Are you staying here?” I asked my aunt, changing the subject and still looking at my son as I chatted with her.

“Yeah.. You’re uncle is going to go out and get a new bed so we can sleep tonight before the stores close and I brought plenty of things with me to care for your little one until you’re ready to bring him home. I already fed him, changed him.. He’s just been trying to nap now.. I promise while you’re gone that I won’t ever leave his side,” she answered and I looked up towards her, smiling appreciatively.


“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I answered, “Thank you for doing this, though, for watching over him for me.. I know we don’t see one another often and this is so out of the blue, but thank you for helping.”

“No thanks needed.. We’re family, Ollie, this is just what we do,” she replied and I nodded with a smile on my lips.

“So.. Are you and Uncle Gareth..? You know..” I implied, wanting to know if she still held a grudge against him for what happened between him and my mother, and it was the first time I had seen my aunt without a smile on her lips ever since I had woken up, though her cheeks turned a gentle pink, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry..”

“It’s all right.. And I never really know what we are, so it’s hard to say,” she answered.

“Do you still love him?” I asked and she giggled softly.

“Well.. I guess I always will.. He gave me my beautiful Katalina, after all.. How could I not just for that one reason?” She asked rhetorically and I smiled, “I doubt we’ll ever be together again, but he’ll always have a place in my heart,” she continued, “Do you love the one your with?” She asked in return. 

“Yeah, he means everything to me.. And now, so does this one,” I replied, looking down at my little boy and watching him sleep in my arms, Speaking of, I should probably call him.. He’s probably wondering where I am,” I continued, stepping closer to my aunt and she took my son from me.


“We’ll give you some privacy. Me and the little one will be outside with the others by the bonfire,” she answered and I raised my brow.

“Others?” I questioned and she simply nodded, not going into any more detail like I had expected her to and I watched as she went out the back door with my son.. I’ll just see for myself what she meant after I call Isaiah.


I removed my phone from my pocket, catching up on what I had missed and I noticed that Isaiah had called me twice, leaving me a text message, as well, asking when I would be home. I called him back, slowly pacing around the kitchen as it rang and he picked up only after a few moments.

“Hey, I tried calling a few times. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.. I’m sorry.. It was a long, exhausting night.. I actually woke up only a few minutes ago,” I replied.

“Oh, damn.. Well, it’s good that my light-sleeper got plenty of rest.. How’s your uncle?” He questioned and I smiled to his words.

“He’ll be fine.. How are you, though? Are you doing okay?”

“As good as I can be, been in bed all day.. Are you still coming home tonight? You promised me you would be,” he implied and I could tell from his tone that he was smiling on the other end, no doubt wanting to pick up where we had left off the last time we saw one another.

“I know, I know.. I’ll be home tonight, I’m still keeping my promise.. I just need to finish up a few things here. I’ll text you and let you know when I’m leaving.. I can’t wait to be back home with you,” I answered.

“I can’t wait, either. I’ll see you soon, then. I love you, Oliver.”

“I love you, too.. Bye,” I replied, hanging up and sliding my phone back into my pocket.


After my phone call, the bedroom door caught my eye, contemplating going over and looking inside, but I didn’t know if I should.. Would there still be blood all over the floor? Is the bed still struggling to soak up the amount of blood there was? ..Was Jody still in there? I had too many questions that I wanted answers to, my heart beginning to race a little as I stepped over towards the bedroom door and reached for the handle, turning the knob and slowly pushing it open. 


There was.. Nothing.. Nothing but the strong smell of cleaning products and my nose stung from how powerful it was. There wasn’t a single drop of blood on the floor, the bed was gone, Jody was gone.. It just looked like a normal, empty room that was missing its bed.. Had my uncle done all of this by himself? Surely he wouldn’t have made my Aunt Nina clean up anything in the bedroom, she’d ask too many questions, but he couldn’t have done this all by himself, especially with that bad knee of his.. Seeing the room like this gave me answers to the questions I had asked myself in the living room, but it also arose more questions now that I had seen it for myself.. What did he do with the bed..? And what did he do with Jody’s body?


I heard the back door open and close, then footsteps approaching the bedroom, knowing just by the sound of them that it was my uncle and I turned to face the door, “Hey, kid..”

“Hey..” I replied quietly, “What the hell happened last night?” I asked and he seemed confused.

“You don’t remember any of it?”

“No, no.. I mean.. I remember bits and pieces, or maybe I’m just blocking out what I don’t want to remember..” I replied, looking back towards the floor of the bedroom, “I killed Jody, didn’t I?” I asked and there was a long pause before my uncle answered.

“Yeah.. You did,” he confirmed and I shut my eyes, letting it sink in for a moment before reopening them and asking more questions. 


“And.. Where is she? ..Her body?”

“Ezra and I took care of it. You don’t need to know any more than that,” he answered and I understood. 

“The knife?”

“Disassembled and burning.”

“The bed?”

“Same.. Being burned outside.”

“What about the floor? How did you clean all of that up?”

“Ezra has his own concoction of cleaning shit that got rid of it.. But, I’m still going to have to replace the floorboards. He just cleaned it up for now so Nina wouldn’t freak out, but when she leaves, I’ll replace them and burn the old ones.. Ezra is going to take care of her car, as well, when he leaves. I had to burn my rug in the living room because of you, too.. I loved that thing,” he replied. He really did have an answer for everything, but there was one thing I still needed to know..


I looked back at my uncle once again, “What happened to my clothes? I.. I fainted after all of it, didn’t I? And how the hell do I not have a drop of blood on me anymore? You and Ezra didn’t bathe me, did you?” I asked and he chuckled.

“No, that wasn’t our doing..”


“After you had fainted, Ezra got here shortly after and he helped me bring you into the bathroom. We put you in the tub, needing to deal with everything else before dealing with you, so that’s what we did.


When Nina got here around two in the morning, I still had that room checked out at the motel I was staying at while you and the girl were here, so I told her to go there and take care of the baby until I said it was okay to come back.. I didn’t want the baby to be breathing in all the cleaning fumes, anyhow..


After she was gone, we got to work. We dealt with Jody first, or rather, Ezra did.. I’ll skip the details on that.. Then we took care of the rug in the living room, the bed, then the floor. It took us about eight hours to get everything cleaned up.. Burning everything and then getting rid of the car are the last steps.”


He had finished explaining, but he still left out how someone had bathed and changed me like my own infant son needed to be, “But.. That still doesn’t explain how I wound up like this,” I pointed out, seeing my uncle look to me and he smirked.

“Oh.. Must’ve forgot about that part,” he teased, knowing full well that he hadn’t forgotten about it like he claimed.

So?” I asked more in demand, “Why are you avoiding the subject?”

“I’m not really avoiding it, just wondering if I should tell you or not.”

“Why? ..Did I do something embarrassing while I was passed out?” I asked and he chuckled.


“Then tell me!” I demanded.


“It was your old man,” he finally answered and my eyes widened in surprise, “He showed up as we were cleaning the floor.. Had no idea he was coming.. While we cleaned up the house, he cleaned up you.. Must’ve sat next to you lying in that tub for hours, making sure not a single drop of red was on ‘ya.. Cleaned your hair, face, everything about you. Took a shirt of mine and changed you out of the bloody ones, then we brought you to the couch and he cleaned the bathroom.. Threw your clothes in the fire, too.. I was pretty surprised to see him, so was Ezra, though he hasn’t said all that much since he’s gotten here. He kind of just.. Showed up, and started cleaning you up like he was meant to be be here and be doin’ it the whole time.. Been pretty quiet, but I think it’s because he’s around me, and of course, the initial shock of seeing you all grown up and stuff,” he continued and I couldn’t keep my hands from shaking, nor the rest of my body.

“Is.. Is he still here?”

“Mm-hm.. He’s out back by the fire. I’m surprised he stayed this long, so you better get out there now if you wanna see him before he disappears again,” he answered.


I watched as my uncle stepped out of the way and at first, I took slow steps towards the door, leaving the bedroom and I then quickened my pace, going straight for the back door and I ran outside, clearing the stairs completely with one jump and when I got about more than half way towards the bonfire, I slowed my run to a sudden halt, seeing Aunt Nina standing in between two men with black hair, one paying attention to the fire as the other looked at my son as my aunt held him.


At first, I was confused, not recognizing either one of the men and assuming that my uncle had just played a trick on me.. But, when Aunt Nina looked up at me and smiled, I noticed the man standing in front of her look up to her face, growing curious as to what she was looking at and once he looked over his shoulder towards me, I thought my heart stopped beating when our eyes met. His hair was completely different, but his eyes were the same as when I had last saw him..


“Hey, Ollie,” my father said softly, his voice sounding of relief and content towards seeing me and I could feel water beginning to build in my eyes just from the sound of his voice..


I couldn’t even fathom how to describe how I felt, I couldn’t even move.. I could barely breathe.. I haven’t seen him or heard his voice in over a decade and a half and I was a stone statue with the act of shaking being my only sign of being alive.

“What are you waitin’ for, kid? Go on,” my uncle encouraged as he stood behind me on the deck. 


Eventually, as my father stared at me, I didn’t know what came over me and rage was the first thing I felt.. I knew my expression showed exactly what I was feeling and my father seemed to notice right away.


“Take him inside, Nina,” my father instructed, getting her and my son away from him and I assumed he knew what was about to happen. I had the immense urge to punch the shit out of him, and surprisingly, that’s exactly what I let my body do.


I started walking quickly, then running straight for my father within a second and I brought my fist back when I reached him, “You son of a bitch!” I yelled and I hit him so hard in the jaw that I was convinced I had fractured my hand, my knuckles instantly throbbing and watching as he took the hit without a struggle or even so much as putting up his hand to block my attack.. I watched as he fell onto the grass and his glasses flew off and through the air, my little boy crying and he was most likely woken up from my loud voice, hearing my aunt trying to calm him as she brought him inside.

“Oh, shit!” Ezra expressed the moment my father went down to the ground.


“Ollie!” I heard my Uncle Gareth call out, knowing he had been watching and I heard him and Ezra quickly run up behind me and they grabbed me tightly, holding me back as I stared at my father and I tried my hardest to get out of their grip so I could hit him more.

“Let me go! ..This..! This fucking bastard! He..! He left me!” I spoke angrily towards my uncle in a way to convince him that my punch was just and completely necessary, but I then spoke to my father as I continued to yell, “Let me beat the fucking shit out of you for leaving me and Camilla! What the fuck do you have to say for that, huh!?” I continued to yell as my uncle and Ezra managed to continue to hold me back and my father simply just stared at me, watching him wipe the back of his hand over his lip and he looked at the small amount of blood on his hand from the cut I had caused from my knuckles.

“Calm the fuck down!” My Uncle Gareth stressed as him and Ezra held me, and soon, I couldn’t contain the anger I felt and tears streamed down my face as I stared at my father on the ground, hating him as I looked at him, continuing to try and pull myself out of their grip.


“Let him go,” my father casually requested to my Uncle Gareth and Ezra.

“Are you serious?” Ezra wondered in a baffling tone.

“He’s pretty fucking pissed! You sure?” My uncle questioned with worry and I watched as my father nodded as he slowly stood to his feet and regained his composure, picking up his glasses and putting them back on his face.

“Just do it,” he confirmed and I was happy that they had let me go, running straight up to my father and gripping his black clothes.


“Who the fuck are you to show up now, of all times!? You’re a piece of shit for leaving me! ..For leaving Camilla! I don’t even fucking want you here, I’m better off without you, so why?! Why are you here!?” I yelled, continuing to hold his clothing tightly, yet my tears got the best of me. I stood there, crying hysterically as I held him while trying to be persuasive and intimidating, but once my father’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me against him, I felt myself collapsing into his chest, eventually resting my forehead against his shoulder.


Why are you here..” I expressed just above a whisper as my sobs continued.. I was lying. I wanted him here with me, I wanted him here fifteen years ago, but I had no idea why I said I didn’t.. I’m beyond frustrated, beyond angry with him, but most of all, I’m beyond happy that he was finally here with me and I was a complete wreck as he held me.. I eventually let go of the front of his clothes, bringing my arms out from between us and I wrapped them around him, gripping the back of his jacket as if I dare to let go, I’d fall straight of the Earth.


“He’s okay, just give us a minute,” my father expressed in a somewhat demanding manner towards my uncle and Ezra and without a word, they left us alone and I heard them go inside the house. 


I felt him hug me tighter, knowing he was holding me and giving me the time I needed to gather myself and I felt he knew how much time I needed.. He probably needed just as much time as I did.. I never thought I’d ever get to do this again and I didn’t want to let go, fearing that he’d be gone again the moment I would.

“Ahh, shit..” My dad expressed in defeat and I was surprised when I had heard my dad’s nose running and him sniffling softly, though he tried to hide his emotions from being so obvious. He didn’t know how obvious they truly were, and how much I loved hearing it.

“I’m sorry, Oliver.. I’m so sorry,” he finally apologized, something I had waited for for fifteen years, though never expected to get, “I know I can’t make it up to you.. I can’t give you back the years you had to spend without me and I can’t give you back the life you were supposed to have with me.. With your mother.. But, this is where you do everything better than me, you’re already such a bigger and better man than me. I know it seemed like you were out of options, but this is the one and only time you’re going to take a life.. That ends right here, right now, do you understand me? No matter what you did, I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you, son,” he spoke quietly as his head rested against mine, his words like a beautiful symphony to my ears. Eventually, I was able to calm down my sobbing to the point where only my nose was running, but he still held me until I’d give him a sign that he could let go and I took that opportunity to hold on for as long as I wanted.


After a few long minutes, I was finally able to gather myself and we pulled away from one another, reaching up to wipe my tears away and dry my cheeks and I could barely make eye contact with him. It was almost too surreal, I still had a hard time believing it.. I was also a little embarrassed by how much I had cried.

“How did you know to come here?” I asked through my weathered tone, my view towards the ground, though I could feel him looking at me and it only made me not want to look up even more. 

“I know a lot about a lot of things.. Believe it or not, I’ve been keeping an eye on you, making sure you’ve been doing okay. I wasn’t around a lot when you were younger, I tried to stay as far away as I could in the beginning, but I managed to be able to get closer in the past couple years since the heat had died down on my case. With the help of your uncle, too, I’ve been pretty in tune with what you’ve been up to.. He’s told me all the details, I knew about the plan the day you brought her to the cabin.. I’ve been waiting for her to get what she deserved, though I hate that you were driven to do such a thing,” he explained and I finally looked up at him.


“You knew?” I asked and he nodded, “W-Why didn’t you show up sooner? I even asked Uncle Gareth if there was a way to get in touch with you that night and he said no!”

“Because he was right, there wasn’t any way. I called him after he had left the cabin and went to a motel a couple miles away.. And I didn’t show up sooner because I knew her brother was a problem for you and would be a problem later on.. Had I shown up any sooner at the cabin, I might’ve not been able to be at the bar the night Isaiah got jumped by him,” he answered and a sense of calm and gratitude rushed over me over everything else I was feeling.

“So, it was you that helped him..?” I asked with hope and he nodded, my tears instantly coming back and I rushed to wrap my arms around his neck, hearing him laugh softly as I did so.


“T-Thank you.. Thank you so much.. I-I.. I don’t know what I’d do without him..” I expressed, feeling a few tears falling down my cheeks and I really wished I was strong enough to keep my emotions in check, but with everything that’s happened in less than twenty four hours, I was a complete mess and everything seemed to be an emotional trigger, even the little things that didn’t matter.

“I know, I know..” He comforted, hugging me tightly in return, “He’s a good person, I can tell.”

“The best person,” I corrected him and I heard him hum a warm chuckle, “There’s so much I want to tell you about, so much I want to show you, but I feel like I’ll never get to,” I continued and I felt him let go of me. I let go of him, as well, and my view went down, but his hands came up and pulled my view up towards him, making me look at him.


“I already know so much, Oliver.. I know of Isaiah and I’ve met him.. Granted, in a bad circumstance, but I do know him.. I know you live happily together above a coffee shop, I know all about your schooling, and I even got to meet my grandson. Best of all, I finally got a chance to see you again and apologize, like I’ve been wanting to do this whole time.. You’ve already shown me so much without even knowing it, Oliver,” he answered and now the tears that formed in my eyes were happy ones, but I refused to let these ones fall.


“..I’m sorry for hitting you,” I apologized and he smiled, letting go of holding my head in place and I wiped away the new set of tears in my eyes before they fell.

“It’s all right. I knew it was coming.. I didn’t expect you to be able to hit that hard, though.. Almost had me seeing stars, son,” he joked and I laughed weakly, liking the word ‘son’ coming from his lips, “It was really great being able to see you again, Oliver.. You’ve grown up to be such a strong, passionate, humble young man and I’m so proud of you. You deserve nothing but the best in this world. You know that, don’t you?” He asked and it took me a moment to answer him, but eventually, I nodded as my view met the ground momentarily. 

“You’re leaving already, huh?” I asked, looking back up to him, “Even if you know everything already, I still want to talk.. I have so many questions, I still need to say so much and-”

“And I’m sorry, Oliver.. You and I both know how much you deserve answers to those questions, but now isn’t the time. It was worth staying here so long so I could hold my grandson, probably the only time I’ll ever get to hold any of your children.. And it was worth it so I could hold my own child again.. But, it’s safest for me to travel at night and I’ve been here for too long already..” He tried to persuade, but I hated his words.


“We’re out in the middle of nowhere! You can’t stay for just a few more days? Please, just stay.. My little boy is going to be here for a couple of days with Aunt Nina and Uncle Gareth, you can spend even more time with him.. I could come back with Isaiah, too, so you two can formally meet, and I know that he’ll want to thank you for what you did for him, as well.. Just stay,” I tried to convince him, trying to think of every excuse I could to get him to remain here a little bit longer, but I could tell by his expression that I wasn’t being very persuasive. 

“As much as I would love that, as much as I would love to spend more time with you and the family you’re making, I just can’t.. Me being here isn’t safe for anyone. If the cops ever knew I was here, any one of you could be charged with Harboring a Fugitive. I don’t give a shit about your uncle, but I can’t risk letting that happen to you or your aunt, even Isaiah, if you were to bring him here. I can’t let that happen to anyone.. I’ve done enough to this family already,” he replied and I hung my head, “You understand, don’t you?” He questioned and I nodded as I looked down at the grass. 


“Good.. You take care of yourself, Oliver, and you take good care of the family your making. Never let anything happen to them and never abandon then, you got it?” He asked next and I nodded, watching then as his hand came to my chin and he lifted it so I would look at him, “You got it?” He repeated.

“Yes, sir..” I replied, seeing him smile and he then pulled me into his arms, wrapping my arms around him, as well.

“I love you, Oliver. Always remember that, okay?” He said softly as he held me and I shut my eyes tightly, remembering him saying those exact words to me before he had left fifteen years ago and now he was doing it again..


“Am I going to have to wait another fifteen years before I see you again?” I asked, feeling my dad pull away from me and he looked at me with the same smile he had before he hugged me.

“I doubt it, but it won’t be anytime soon,” he answered and I nodded in understanding. 

“Call me from now on..”

“What do you mean?”

“You always call Uncle Gareth to check up on how I’m doing.. But.. Just call me directly from now on,” I requested and I watched him nod.

“I will.. I’ll call your uncle to see how everything’s doing in a few days, and I’ll get your number from him then,” he agreed and I smiled softly.


“Take care of yourself, son,” he bid me farewell, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my temple to his lips, kissing me softly before he stepped around me and began walking away.

“Yeah.. You, too, Dad,” I answered, looking over my shoulder and I watched him walk passed the house towards the front, keeping my eyes on him until I couldn’t see him anymore through the dark of the evening that crept over us as we were reunited, and now, separated once again.


I looked back towards the fire, taking a seat within the grass and I watched the flames that warmed my skin dance, calming me in an odd way and I started thinking about how I could ever have thought before that I had no one, that I was alone in the world, but I couldn’t have been more wrong, and I finally saw that now. My uncle, my aunt, Ezra, a guy that I barely knew, and my father.. They had all been here for me when I thought I had no one.. I really wasn’t alone. My aunt, whom I haven’t seen in so long, came without question to help me and my son.. The man named Ezra, who had known my family for years, probably even before I was born, came along to help, though I mostly believed he was just doing my uncle a favor and my uncle was cashing in.. My father, who had been watching over me ever since he left.. That meant more to me than anything, however, I felt like my uncle was the real hero in all of this. He’s been looking out for me ever since my father had left.. He’s done so, so much for me in the last few months, as well, I really owed him. Without him and his support, without his strength and his ability to keep me on track and focused, I’d have no idea where I’d be without him. Everything had been taken care of, everything had all worked out in the end, and I owed it all to him. 


I heard the back door of the house open, looking back over my shoulder and I saw my uncle coming back outside, standing to my feet as he approached, “You staying or leaving?” He asked, choosing not to even ask about where my dad was, but I assumed he knew he’d leave after speaking with me.

“Leaving.. I need to get home..”

“All right. What are you going to tell him about the little one?” He asked next, talking about Isaiah and I sighed softly.

“I don’t know yet..” I answered and I watched as my uncle thought for a moment.

“Well, I’ll figure something out as far as the documents you need to make sure he’s a citizen and all that, birth certificate and whatnot.. I think Ezra might know someone that can slip it into the database without being noticed.. In the mean time, while I’m getting that together, you should think of something to tell your partner.. Shouldn’t take me more than a couple days to get it all worked out,” he answered and I nodded.

“Well, what about the certificate? Wouldn’t my name on it as the father and Jody as the mother be suspicious?”

“I was thinking we’d put the baby in Nina’s name and then me as the father. After a little while, maybe a few years, we can have you sign some adoption papers, adopting the baby from us so then he officially becomes yours and you won’t have to worry about that anymore.”

“Wait, he’s going to be living here?”

“No, he’s going to be living with you and your partner. You’re his dad, dumbass, I’m not taking care of him for you. He’s just going to be listed as Nina and I’s son so it doesn’t arouse any suspicion towards your part, it’d be stupid to name you his father when Jody is now missing, it’s all a little too convenient, don’t you think?” He asked rhetorically and I nodded in understanding. 


“Hey, how about in a few days, you tell your partner that Jody went into labor and you want to be there when the baby is born. Make sure he doesn’t come with you. Then, just come here, stay the night, then take your son and bring him home the next day. We’ll say he died while giving birth, leaving you to be his guardian,” he suggested and that didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“Okay.. But, what about a birth certificate?”

“I’ll have a fake one drawn up for you to show him, but I’ll have the real one with mine and Nina’s name here. A few years from now, we’ll do the adoption paper process under the table so then he officially becomes yours without anyone asking any questions. That’ll be the last thing you lie to him about, I suppose. Just make sure you keep up with this secret and don’t ever let yourself slip up. I can help you with things like this, but I can’t help you with your relationship.. You need to make sure, on your own, that you don’t screw that one up,” he advised and I nodded.

“I understand..”


“Good. Well, Ezra is going to stay here, watch the fire and all and make sure everything is taken care of. Nina’s staying here, too, to look after your son, but I’m borrowing Ezra’s truck and going to get a new bed and stuff.. You leaving now?

“Yeah, I should..”

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, knowing now he was asking about how it went with my dad and I smiled softly.

“Yeah.. I’m good, actually,” I replied and he nodded.

“Good, good.. Congrats, by the way, if I didn’t say it already..” He continued and I nodded back in thank, “All right, well, see you in a few days, huh, kid?” He questioned with a smirk and I nodded again, keeping my soft smile and for the first time in my life, I actually felt like hugging my uncle, so I did.


“Thank you so much, for everything. I couldn’t have done any of this without you,” I replied and I felt him patting my back, knowing he was a little uncomfortable with me hugging him, seeing as we never have before, but I was glad that he let it happen.

“Not a problem, just don’t fuck it up, got it?” He asked and I nodded, pulling away from him and watching as he walked away and around the house towards the front like my father had done. 


After hearing Ezra’s truck start and seeing it pull down the road, my uncle leaving, I decided to go back inside and say goodbye to Nina and my son, walking back towards the house and going inside. I noticed Ezra standing in the kitchen, watching me come inside and I stepped up to him, “I know we never formally met, but, I’m Oliver,” I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake and he shook it happily.

“Nice meeting you, Oliver, and I’m sure you know by now that I’m Ezra,” he replied, removing our hands from one another’s and I nodded.

“Yeah. You’ve known my uncle and my dad for a long time, huh?”

“Yup, too long,” he joked and I chuckled.


“Well, thank you for everything. I just wanted to say that before I left.”

“You’re welcome, don’t worry about it.. I owed your uncle a few favors, anyways,” he replied and I nodded in understanding, “Well, I’m going to go watch the fire. Nice meeting you, Ollie.”

“Yeah, likewise,” I replied, watching as he left and I then looked over towards Nina still holding my son.


“Leaving already?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, I need to get home to Isaiah before he starts to worry. Thank you again for watching him for a few days, I know it must be hard being around my uncle again, but thank you for putting up with him for me,” I replied and she smiled warmly.

“Well, it’s not all that bad,” she answered and I smirked, knowing she still loved my uncle and I was glad that they could be civil around one another when taking care of my son. 

I leaned down, kissing my son on his forehead for a long moment before pulling away, “I’ll see you in a few days, buddy,” I spoke softly, then looked up to my aunt and I kissed her cheek,” Thanks again, I’ll see you soon.”

“Sounds good. Drive safe, sweetheart,” she replied and I smiled, looking at my son one last time for a long moment before leaving the house and making my way back home to Isaiah.


When I got home, I was still exhausted.. It was nearly eleven at night when I had finally gotten here and I stood alone in the quiet hallway for a minute when I knew Isaiah wasn’t on the first floor of our place, taking that time to gather myself as best as I could now that I had a moment to think without being in the car. I leaned my back against the door, resting, taking a moment.. I was dwelling on what I had done, how much blood had cursed my hands, but I tried my best to not think about it.. I didn’t want to get dizzy and faint at the front door, forcing Isaiah to find me like that.. There was so much more better things to think about than what I had to do to get to where I am now.. Isaiah was alive and well, my baby boy was finally part of this world and under great care until I could bring him home, I had finally reunited with my father, even though it was brief, and Jody was no longer an issue in my life.. I’d say that I felt pretty damn good in the end.. I felt amazing, actually.. Why did I even bother dwelling on what I had done? It was all for the greater good, it was all for Isaiah and I knew he was waiting for me upstairs in our bedroom.. I felt like there was nothing standing in our way now, we could do whatever we wanted and be happy.. I then though I might as well go greet the one person in my life that has given it any meaning, maybe even celebrate a little if he was still awake..


I eventually hoisted myself up and off the door, walking upstairs and I opened the door to our bedroom, seeing Isaiah sleeping in our bed, dressed in comfortable sweatpants and I had believed him, I knew he had been in bed all day resting like he had said he was and I wished that I had been here to cater to his every need.. But, now that I was finally home and finally at a great high in my life, I knew I’d actually be able to be here for him completely instead of needing to run off to deal with other things behind his back.. I was here for him, and he had been here the whole time, waiting for me.. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better to come into my life.


I made my way towards the dresser, removing my pants and my uncle’s shirt he had lent me, changing into sweatpants like Isaiah was wearing before I arrived to the bed and I crawled cautiously and slowly onto it, lying down and looking at Isaiah as he slept.. I brought my hand forward, touching the side of his face gently and I let my thumb caress his soft cheek, finally feeling at ease for the first time in my life as I looked at him. It felt.. Weird.. It felt so weird to not have to worry about anything anymore.. I was finally free.. We were finally free..


As I looked at him, feeling his delicate breath on my wrist and glancing down briefly at his bare chest to watch him breathe, I couldn’t help myself, bringing my lips to his skin and kissing him sensually over and over. His body began to squirm as he slept, knowing I was waking him up and by the time my lips reached up to his clavicle, he took a large breath through his nose and woke up.

“Damn.. What an amazing thing to wake up to,” he spoke softly with a groggy, sleepy tone and I smiled as I continued to kiss down his chest.


“I promised I’d be home tonight,” I said between long, passionate kisses on his skin.

“Yeah, you promised a lot of other things, too,” he implied and I chuckled softly. I removed my lips from his chest, climbing over him, making sure to keep myself from touching his injured ribs and his eyes seemed to grow wider, waking up instantly from me sitting on his lap and he looked at me with a raised brow, “Frisky?” He asked with a hopeful grin and I smirked.

“In love,” I corrected him and his expression went softer, able to see the adoration he had for me in his eyes.

“Get over here and kiss me already,” he instructed and I leaned forward, meeting his lips with my own and I kissed him for a long moment before pulling away.


As I looked down at him, I let my expression fall to a slight melancholy as I sat up again and Isaiah seemed to take immediate notice, “Hey.. What’s wrong?” He wondered with worry, reaching up to brush my hair away from my eyes to get a better look at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me my dad was the one that saved you? Why did you keep that from me?” I asked and he took his hand away from my face, averting his eyes from mine.

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know for sure.. You never talk about him, the only time you did was at the hospital. I’ve never even seen a picture of him, I just.. Wasn’t positive,” he replied, looking back up to me, “I didn’t want to tell you and give you any false hope just in case it wasn’t him.. I’m sorry, Oliver..” He expressed in remorse, but I understood his logic.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad..” I answered and he seemed relieved.

“Good.. How did you find out it was?” He asked and I smirked as I looked down at him.


“He showed up at my uncle’s place when I was there,” I replied and his eyes widened, “After I got off the phone with you, my uncle wanted me to come outside because he had a bonfire going and when I went outside, my dad was just.. Standing there..” I continued and Isaiah seemed speechless.

“Oliver, that’s.. That’s crazy!” He replied excitedly and I chuckled, but I then noticed his expression go concerned, “Are you okay?” He asked and I nodded slowly.

“Yeah, I’m great, actually.. I, uh..” I laughed softly, “I hit him,” I added and I saw him smile, then laugh as well.

“Oh, shit. How’d he take it? How’s your hand?” He asked, taking hold of my hand and looking at it before he kissed my knuckles.

“It’s fine, just a little sore.. And he took it better than I thought.. He just stood there.. He saw it coming the whole time and could’ve moved, but he just took it..”

“Damn.. I bet he thought he deserved it,” he replied and I nodded.

“Yeah, he did, he said he knew it was coming, too,” I said with a soft chuckle.

“Oliver, this is crazy.. Help me sit up and tell me more.. Stay on my lap, though, I like you there,” he replied and I smiled, sitting up for a moment and I helped him sit up like he wanted.


Isaiah then continued with the questions, “What did you two talk about? How long was he there?”

“I only talked to him for about fifteen minutes.. I’m embarrassed to say it, but I must’ve spent at least seven of those fifteen minutes crying like a baby while hugging him after I hit him,” I admitted, letting my gaze drop to his chest. 

“Oh, Oliver.. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You told me the last time you saw him was, what..? Now fifteen years ago? You had every right to hit him and then cry from happiness when you saw him again.”

“Yeah, you’re right.. He even apologized to me for leaving, something I’ve been waiting to hear ever since he left..” I replied, watching as Isaiah reached up and caressed my cheek lovingly.

“I’m really happy for you, Oliver. Do you think you got all the closure you need?” He asked and I thought for a moment.

“Well, there’s still a million questions I wanted to ask him and I wanted him to stay at my uncle’s, I wanted him to stay for at least a few more days, just so I could bring you up there and you two could formally meet and so that I could have that time to talk to him about everything.. I got some closure, but not completely.. He’s been calling my uncle every few years or so to see how I was doing, but I convinced him to just call me from now on. I don’t really ever know exactly when he’ll call, but I feel better knowing he can ask how I’m doing himself when he calls me instead,” I replied and he smiled.

“That’s really great, Oliver. I’m really am happy for you,” he answered and I smirked, “Do you mind me asking why he left? You never really talked about that, either..” He asked cautiously and I contemplated on whether or not now was the time to talk about something like that. 

“Maybe another time.. It’ll only make the mood bad and I don’t want to ruin it,” I said with a apologetic expression, but he kept his smile and nodded.

“I understand, take as much time as you need. I’ll always be here for whenever you want to talk about it,” he answered and I smiled.

“Thank you for always understanding,” I replied, leaning in towards him and I kissed his lips for a long, long moment.


After I had pulled away, I looked at him in a rather bashful manner and he grew curious with a smile on his lips, “What’s on your mind now?

“Do you still want to marry me?” I asked and I watched his eyes grew excited..

“Of course, Oliver. Nothing would make me happier,” he replied and I smirked.

“Then ask me again,” I encouraged and Isaiah’s smile left his lips, his expression turning serious.

“Really?” He asked and I nodded, “O-Okay, uhm.. Should I, uh.. Get up and get on one knee, or..?”

“You don’t have to..”

“I don’t have a ring or anything, though..”

“And you didn’t at the hospital.. Either time,” I pointed out and he removed his hands from touching my thighs, shaking them lightly.

“Well, this is, uh.. Kind of throwing me off a little, I’m all nervous now. My palms are getting sweaty,” he answered and I laughed softly.

“Would you just ask already before I change my mind?” I threatened a little and he nodded quickly, taking a deep breath before he spoke and he let it out slowly.


“Oliver, will you do me the honor in becoming my husband and remaining by my side for the rest of our lives?” He asked, and although I was sure he knew what my answer would be, I could tell he was nervous all the same which only made me want to agree to it more.

“Yes.. I’ll marry you,” I answered and his face lit up with a sense a joy that I had never seen before.

“Well, you’ve officially made me the happiest man alive,” he replied and I smiled, feeling his hands grasp my hips a little tighter, “Come here,” he implied, knowing he wanted to kiss me and I leaned in towards him, letting our lips meet passionately. I thought I was at the happiest point in my life when my son was born, but now, being engaged to Isaiah, my happiness was inexplicable.


I pulled away for a moment from Isaiah, looking to his eyes and without a single word, our lips crashed back into one another’s and the situation grew more passionate than it was before. I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I kissed him harder and I quivered to the feel of his hands running over my skin near my hips. Finally, we were alone together after being apart for longer than expected and I’ve been so anxious to get back in our own bed and spend as much time with him as I could, knowing that we wouldn’t get any interruptions, but I still didn’t waste any time when it came to being with him now. Even if my phone were to go off right this second, I’d ignore it completely.. I wasn’t about to ruin another chance at getting closer to him, especially now knowing we were engaged.


As I straddled him, I felt his hands trying to pull down my sweatpants as we kissed and I knelt before him, picking myself up from his lap and his hands pulled them down my hips. Knowing full well what he wanted, I assisted him as quickly as I could and I took off my own bottoms as we continued to kiss passionately, tossing them aside quickly and before I came back onto his lap, I broke the kiss to get rid of his pajama pants, too, tossing those aside, as well. After we had removed everything, I felt his hands quickly clench my bottom and be gripped it tightly, forcing me to sit up again and his fingers then found their way to my sweet spot and within a second of being naked, he was already getting me ready for him.. I didn’t oppose what-so-ever, I was just as excited for us to make love as he was and as he touched me, I hummed moans as I felt his lips kissing my chest over and over with a subtle roughness behind each one.


After he teased me for a while, he finally guided himself into me and I couldn’t help but go a little rough, something that I wasn’t used to, something that I didn’t often do, but on this occasion of celebration, if only to myself on the inside, I wanted to explore so much more than I ever had.. I wanted to be exciting for him, I wanted to be irresistible and I wanted him to get as high as I was, but, I kept myself from doing so.. I couldn’t let myself loose because I knew he was in pain, so I tried to go softer than I wanted to..


When I looked down at him, his face read that he needed more, so much more, and he eventually told me so, Don’t worry about me, do whatever the hell you want,” Isaiah demanded, causing me to go completely flush red in the face and waste no more time at all, putting my hands to the backboard of the bed and gripping tightly as I rode him as hard as I wanted, as hard as he wanted.. I ignored his injury like he had told me so and I was convinced he was impervious to discomfort and pain as long as pleasure was involved.. I had never had sex with him like this before, it was so much more intimate, so much more rough and exciting.. I don’t know what came over us. 


I still tried my hardest to keep my anxious hand from gripping his left ribs, but it was so hard when all I wanted to do was touch every inch of him.. I kept my hands on the backboard, gripping it as hard as I could. 

“Fuck yes, Oliver.. K-keep going,” he let out in pleasure and it only made me want more, continuing to do what he loved, and what I loved, for as long as I could, hoping to God that my legs had a stamina for this. He said my name so many times that it made me feel as if I couldn’t hold back anymore, I thought I was going to explode and I could barely contain myself, but we managed to keep going at it for the longest time that we ever had before.. Eventually, after a long, long while, the moment he put his hands on my hips and pushed me down on him as hard as he could, I reached my max in that split second and I felt an immense warmth ignite inside of me as he reached his max, too, and from that moment, I was in complete ecstasy.


“Jesus Christ..” Isaiah eventually let out through heavy pants and I was just as winded as he was, trying hard to catch my breath as I lazily fell off of him and lie in the bed, “That was.. I-I don’t even know,” he continued and I chuckled softly.

“Amazing?” I asked, looking over towards him and I watched him shut his eyes and nod indefinitely, agreeing with me wholeheartedly and I smiled and laughed softly again. 


I eventually propped myself up, leaning over and looking down at him with nothing but adoration in my eyes and he looked up at me with the same expression, “Well, we’re engaged.. You sure you’re not sick of me yet? There’s still time to back out,” he joked and I smiled.

“Jerk.. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me,” I replied back humorously, watching him smile back and I leaned down, putting my lips to his own. I think it’s safe to say that it’s official now.. I’m a father, a soon-to-be husband, and the happiest I had ever been in all of my life. I had finally found my muse, feeling for the first time like this was the correct path that I was meant to go down and I couldn’t be more excited to see where this road would take me. I had finally found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, someone that wanted to take this journey with me just as much as I did and I was the luckiest person in the world at this very moment. This was the beginning to my new life.. A life without torment and bad luck, a life without doubt and fear, and most importantly, a life without wondering if I’d ever be happy again..

It’s official.. I’m happy.

Next Chapter |

Generation 4, Chapter 15


NSFW, blood and violence.



I did as Isaiah asked. I stayed home all weekend by myself without visiting him at the hospital, but I didn’t spend my time here sulking and thinking as much as he probably thought I would. I spent most of the days and nights working on the guest bedroom, turning it into a nursery, like he had wanted. I came to the conclusion that since I knew I’d be bringing my baby home, despite telling Isaiah that I wasn’t sure if I ever would be able to, I decided to stop trying to hide it and got the room ready for whenever I would bring him or her home. After selling the terrible furniture that was in here, I used the money I had made, plus a little extra, to redecorate it, giving it new paint appropriate for any gender, a new crib, changing table, toys and a bookcase full of children’s books, as well as plenty of wall art to bring the room to life and to make it look like a child’s room. I was proud of myself by how it looked, I was excited to show Isaiah and I hoped he wouldn’t have any more doubt in his mind that I wanted this as much as he did. But, hopefully by showing him this, he’d know I was serious about a future with him, though maybe I could still convince him to give me a little more time about filling this room with more than one child.


Finally, it was Monday.. I couldn’t wait for him to call me and tell me to come get him, and I couldn’t wait until I could bring him home and drag him eagerly upstairs to show him what I had done. I hope I wouldn’t be too obvious with how happy I was, seeing as I found it difficult to wipe the smile off my face as I looked at all that I had accomplished in a matter of only three days. I wanted him to see how much effort I had put into this, I wanted him to be surprised and proud of me and I wanted to see the same smile on his face as the one he showed in the picture I decided to leave on the new dresser I had bought. 


After scratching off the three-day old dried paint on my skin during my shower, I got dressed and all I did was wait in our bedroom, sitting on the bed and waiting for his call. Over the weekend, knowing Isaiah had broke his glasses, I went to his eye doctor and got a new pair for him, knowing he would need them and wanting to do something nice for him, even if the nursery was nice enough.. I wanted to do everything for him that I could before he got home. I looked around our bedroom, wearing his glasses for fun as I waited and waited for Isaiah’s phone call, tipping my head up and down over and over again, watching as things became focused and then mildly blurry from looking through his lenses. But, my heart instantly lifted when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and I knew it had to be Isaiah.


I sprang from the bed, quickly removing my phone from my pocket and answered a little too eager-sounding after about two rings, “Hello?”

“Hey,” I could recognize his voice anywhere.

“Hey,” I replied with relief and a smile, “Are you ready for me to come get you?” I asked.

“Yeah.. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you outside.”

“All right, I’m on my way now.”

“Okay.. Bye..” He answered, a short phone call, but I didn’t expect anything more than that, anyways. I tucked my phone into my pocket, quickly leaving the condo and making my way to the hospital to get Isaiah and bring him home. 


When I got to the hospital, I parked my uncle’s car and I noticed Isaiah sitting on a bench off to the side of the building. I walked over towards him, worrying now of all times if I looked good enough or used enough deodorant, acting as if we were meeting for our first date and I didn’t know why I was nervous, but I was. As I approached him, I saw him glance up and look at me and I couldn’t help but smile warmly when I saw him. I noticed his expression seemed a little questioning by how he looked at me, noticing myself that he still seemed bothered by what we had talked about a few days ago, but I soon saw a smirk on his lips as I stopped in front of him near the bench. 


“Hi,” I began simply and I watched as he held his hand out for me to help him up and I helped him without hesitating. I still hated seeing his face all beat up, but at least the bruises were finally beginning to go away.

“Hey.. You look cute with glasses,” he complimented and I felt my cheeks get warm, embarrassed that I had forgotten they were on my face and I took them off to give to him.

“Oh, uh.. Here.. I knew your old ones were broken so I went to your eye-place and got you new ones.. I wore them so I wouldn’t forget them,” I answered.

I watched as he smirked as he put them on, “Thank you for doing that, it was sweet of you.”

You’re welcome.. Where’s your tie and jacket and all that?”


“They had blood on them and I knew I wouln’t be able to get it out, so I just tossed them,” he replied and I nodded, “You seem happy,” he continued and I was unable to hold back a wider smile.

“I am.. How are you doing? Any better?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, a lot better. Got a pocket full of pain killers to last me a while, so that’s a plus,” he answered and I chuckled.

“Good,” I retorted, a short silence falling over us before I continued, “Well, let’s get you home, yeah?” I questioned and he agreed, escorting him towards my uncle’s car and I helped him get inside of it before shutting his door and going around to the other side to get in and drive us back to our home.


“Who’s car is this?” He wondered as I drove.

“My uncle’s.. I don’t know why he didn’t let me do this sooner, but he let me borrow it so I didn’t have to take as many cabs up to his cabin. Since he can’t drive it, he said I could use it whenever I needed. The cabs drive too slow, so I took it as an opportunity to get to you faster whenever I would need to. And with you hurt, instead of struggling to get in and out of cabs, I can help you and drive you everywhere,” I replied, looking over to him briefly and seeing him smile appreciatively. I continued to watch the road, but my heart jumped when I felt his left hand grab my right and he held it tightly the whole drive home, knowing we still had a lot to talk about, but it felt good knowing that he still loved me enough to want to hold my hand during the short drive.


When we got home, I helped him out of the car, assisting him up the stairs, as well, and I unlocked the door for us to get in. After shutting the front door, I wanted to go upstairs and show him what I had done for him, but I felt his hand grab my waist, looking back at him for a moment and he unexpectedly pulled me into a kiss that completely took the air from my lungs. I kissed him back as hard as I felt he wanted me to, as hard as wanted to, deepening the much needed kiss that I knew he had been waiting for just as much as I was.. When I had left the hospital a few days ago, I feared the worst, thinking that he wanted to leave me, but I realized that this was all just something he wanted me to rethink, and although I was still a little peeved on what he ultimately wanted me to do for his own selfish reasons, to change my mind on the solid answer I had given him, I didn’t hold it too much against him now.. 


I pulled away slowly, feeling his hands holding my hips as he looked to me, “It was mean of you to leave me hanging so badly the last time I saw you,” he pointed out, referring to the rather forceful yet needed kiss I had given him the last time we saw one another and I laughed softly.

“Sorry about that..” I began, but I corrected myself, “Actually, no.. I’m not sorry. I thought you were going to break up with me, you scared the hell out of me, so I wanted to leave on the highest note I thought I could so that you wouldn’t,” I replied and I watched him smirk softly, “But, then I realized you just wanted me to think things over..”

“So.. What did you think about while you were here?” He asked, seeing the worry in his eyes and his smirk leaving his lips.

“I think we were both being a bit selfish last time. You didn’t like hearing ‘no’ and I didn’t even humor you on the subject and I’m sorry about that, but.. Come with me.. Let me show you something,” I implied, taking him by the hand and I guided him upstairs gently, minding the injuries he still had.


“What did you do?” He asked, suspicious of me as I continued to pull him upstairs and then down the hallway towards the guest bedroom instead of our own bedroom.

“You’ll see, just be patient,” I replied, stopping at the door and I pulled him in front of me, “Open it,” I suggested, watching as Isaiah looked back at me with a smile that told me he could already tell what I had done. 


He then put his attention to the door, turning the knob and walking into the extra bedroom and I swore I had heard him stop breathing, watching him stand at the doorway for a long, long moment before finally remembering how to use his legs and he stepped into the room. This was the exact reaction I had hoped for, for him to be speechless, for him to be as surprised as he could be and I think I succeeded. 


“Oliver..” He began breathlessly, seemingly touched, continuing to absorb everything that I had done and I watched and he slowly spun in a three sixty, taking it all in, “It’s.. It’s perfect, down to the last details,” he continued, watching as he slowly stepped over towards the crib and he slid his hand along the railing, “It’s better than I had ever pictured.”

“Good, I had hoped you’d like it,” I replied and I continued to watch him look around the room, enjoying the happiness I knew he felt.


Isaiah eventually looked towards me and I slowly stepped into the nursery, “You did this in three days? ..By yourself?” He asked and I nodded.

“Yeah.. Well, I had to look up some designs online, I’m not that creative, but.. Yeah..” I replied and he smiled.

“But, what does this mean?” He asked and I smirked as I approached the crib, looking down at it as I stood next to him.

“It means exactly what I had told you. I want what you want, maybe not now right this second, or this month, or this year, but.. Eventually.. Let’s just focus on one thing at a time,” I replied, looking up to him and it was the first time that I could tell he finally understood me and decided not to fight with me about it anymore.


“Oliver, I’m sorry for pressuring you. For everything. I was being a selfish prick when I last talked to you and I didn’t mean to make you think I was going to leave you, because I had no intention of doing so. It’s just that I know I’m not getting any younger and I let my jealously get the better of me. Plus, with everything that happened with Thomas, I remember thinking that that was the end.. I was never going to see you again and I.. I panicked.. I-” he stopped himself from talking and I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck the moment I knew he was getting emotional, feeling his arms wrap around my torso in return and he held me tightly. I had never seen him cry before, nor did I ever want to and I noticed he tried his hardest to hold it back, feeling him burying his face into my neck and he took calm, slow breaths to keep himself from letting me see him like that.


“I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Nothing like that is ever going to happen again, I promise,” I reassured him, knowing that I could keep to my word now that Thomas and his friends had been dealt with and Jody would be dealt with soon enough.

“I love you so much. All I want is to be with you, to have a life and a family with you.. I’m sorry about everything, Oliver,” he apologized again and I smiled appreciatively, slowly pulling out of our embrace so I could look at him and his hands slid down to hold my hips, keeping me close to him.


“I love you, too.. And it’s all in the past now, this room is our future, something to keep us going.. No matter what happens,” I replied and I watched as he smiled again, leaning in towards him and I kissed his lips for a long moment. I know I had said it plenty of times before, I’ve thought about it more than I’ve ever expressed vocally, but I loved this man to a point where there’s no return, no going back, and I’d like to think that even if there were still problems in our relationship, I’d want nothing more than to spend my life trying to fix those problems, as long as it was with him.. It wouldn’t be worth it with anyone else. For as complicated as my life was already, I couldn’t imagine getting through it with anyone else but him. I’d fight a thousand more battles like the one we had a few days ago if it meant they were with him, and although that it sounded even a little crazy for me to think that, maybe even a little unhealthy, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Nothing and no one was going to stand in our way, and I’d see to that personally.


After our kiss, I pulled away from him slowly, but he still held me close and I tried to make the moment a little better, “So, do you still think I’m not serious about this?” I asked in a somewhat chauvinistic manner and he chuckled.

“Not at all. I know I was rushing you and I knew it was wrong.. I know who you are, but that was just me not being me for a moment. I already said sorry, get off my ass about it,” he teased and I smiled.

“Fine, but you need to make it up to me somehow,” I replied and he smiled back, Isaiah seemingly back to his normal, rather persuasive ways again.

Well.. You said you’d take care of me when we got home, so let’s focus on that first, hmm?” He questioned and I laughed nervously.

“You remember that, huh?” I asked and he nodded indefinitely.

Oh yes.. I remember it perfectly,” he implied and I shook my head.

“You’re ridiculous..”


“Nope, not ridiculous, just want you.. Badly. Especially after all of this and what you did for me,” he replied without hesitation, seeing him lean in towards me and I felt his lips kiss my neck, “Is it weird that looking at this room is making me hot?” He questioned into the crook of my neck, continuing then to kiss my skin and I couldn’t help but get a little lost to his touch. I had missed this so, so much.

“Not weird at all,” I expressed with a heave of a pleasured breath as I continued to feel him kissing my neck, wanting to touch him, but even though he had told me before that I could touch him no matter what condition he was in, I was still worried that I’d hurt him, so I tried my best to withhold from doing it too much. It was hard to keep myself under control and hold back, especially when he knew he could get a good reaction out of me by teasing my neck.. I knew it too, and it was working.


But, I knew he’d realize my hesitation eventually, and just like I thought, he did, feeling him pull away from my neck and he looked at me suspiciously, “What’s wrong?” He asked, watching as he leaned in and continued kissing along my chin as he waited for me to respond.

“Well.. I’m sure the doctor said to get lots of rest and not to overdo anything, so.. Wouldn’t, uhm.. That be overdoing it a little?” I implied.

“No, he didn’t say any such thing.. He said I can do whatever I want and I want to do you. Actually, he told me that it’s better to have sex than take the pain meds, ‘as much as you need to’ he said,” he answered and I laughed softly.


“Okay, now I know that’s not true, you can’t fool a medical student.. You could really hurt yourself or even could hurt you.. You just got out of the hospital, I don’t want to have to take you back,” I replied, feeling his lips then near my ear.

“I want to kiss every inch of you. We can do it nice and slow.. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered persuasively before nibbling on my lobe and I wasn’t able to put up much of a fight as my legs grew weak from his words and my body trembled with desire as he teased my ear.

“Y-Yeah..” I agreed with a quiver in my tone and I took hold of his hand, pulling him out of the new nursery and out to the hallway towards our bedroom.


When we got to the bedroom, I led him towards the bed and carefully helped him remove his clothes, undoing the buttons of his shirt as he did the same for me and we removed them quickly, tossing both aside and I then helped him carefully sit on the bed before me. He let out a few groans in pain, though I could tell he was trying to hide his discomfort for the sake of what was happening, and although I wanted to continue, more than anything, I couldn’t help but notice his pain, as well as the huge bruise that hugged his right ribs.

“We really don’t have to, you seem like you’re in pain still, even with the meds,” I acknowledged with concern, but he gave me a look as if I needed to stop before I began and he reached for my black shirt, pulling it up and over my head and tossing it to the ground.


“I can power through any pain, especially when it involves you, and this,” he replied, feeling his hands then grip my hips and he forced me forward, pulling my chest to his lips and I shut my eyes slowly as I felt him kiss my skin. It had been a little less than two weeks since we had touched one another like this, this intimately, and I was sure that he missed it just as much as I did. We went from doing this every day to doing it every few weeks at the drop of a hat the moment I had started going to my uncle’s place and although the everyday aspect was exciting and anticipated, the wait for it and the build up was an entirely different feeling in itself. It was so much more looked forward to, so much more desired and longed for, and whenever we finally managed to find time for it, it was hard to put into words how much more great everything felt.


“God, I missed you so much, Oliver,” he whispered softly against the skin of my chest, continuing to then feel him kiss me everywhere he could and just as I was about to advance the situation, wanting to remove my pants as well as his own, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket.

“Shit.. It’s my phone,” I let out softly in aggravation, but I then felt his kisses get harder and more forced against me.

“Tell whoever it is to fuck off, you’re busy,” he replied in between his kisses and I chuckled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket with an uneasy hand, reading a text from my uncle and trying to focus a little harder on reading rather than getting lost in pleasure..


‘Fell in the shower, knee gave out on me.. Water Everywhere. Can you come help me?’ 

It read and I knew it was a code.. Goddammit.. Of all the times for Jody’s water to break, it just had to be now.. I needed to leave..

“Fuck..” I let out, both with a sense of pleasure from Isaiah kissing me as well as anger from needing to leave.

“What?” Isaiah asked as he still continued to kiss me.

“..I need to go,” I reluctantly admitted and instantly I felt Isaiah stop, looking up to me as he still held me close.

“Your Uncle?” He guessed in annoyance and I nodded.

“Yeah.. He fell in the damn shower,” I expressed, showing Isaiah the text since it was safe to and to also give him a sense that I still wasn’t lying, watching as he then let out a heavy sigh and put his forehead against my chest.


“Why.. Why now.. Now of all times..?” He stressed in a fake cry against me and I smirked towards his childish behavior, even though I hated this just as much as he did.

“I’m sorry.. We can continue this when I get back, I promise,” I replied, feeling him trying to burrow his forehead into my chest more as I put my phone away to hold him close to me.

“I don’t want you to go. Just let him crawl around in pain everywhere, he’ll be fine,” he somewhat begged and I chuckled.

“You’re cruel..”

“No, I just need time with my love and he’s always cock blocking me. I need you so bad that it hurts more than my ribs do,” he continued in a pitiful tone and I laughed softly, putting my hands to his face and making him look up to me.


“I’m sorry, I want this just as much as you do, but.. I promise I’ll be back tomorrow and I already promised we can pick up where this leaves off,” I replied and he sighed heavily again.

“Fine, fine.. Just hurry back. And I do mean hurry back.. As fast as you can. I know you hate the long drive, but if you can come back tonight, that would be such good news,” he replied and I leaned down to kiss his lips, pulling away only a moment later.

“I’ll do the best I can,” I replied, pulling away from his grip and his hands tried to stay on my hips as long as they could as I went to go grab my clothes.


I threw my black shirt back on, then my green button up and walked towards the door, but stopped myself and looked back at him, “I’m sorry, again.. I really do promise that I’ll be back tomorrow, though, if not tonight.. Just get a lot of rest. I love you,” I made known before I left.

Isaiah sat there on our bed, looking over to me and I noticed he gave a fake smile after a heavy sigh, “It’s okay.. And I love you. Come back to me soon,” he replied and I nodded, hesitating as I looked at him shirtless and I contemplated staying, just for a little longer, but as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t.. I needed to get to my Uncle’s place as quick as possible and I left our bedroom reluctantly after a good, long, hard look at Isaiah, wanting to picture him as perfectly as I could as he was in that moment so I had something to remember and something to look forward to come home to after all of this was over and done with.


Goddammit, this sucks.. This sucks so much. I wanted him so badly, I had been waiting to feel him and taste him again for weeks now.. I hated that when I had came home originally with the thought that I would get to be with him, I find out he was in the hospital and in pain to the paint where we couldn’t even if we wanted to.. It was now just a longer waiting game and I hated it. But, I needed to stop thinking about him, as much as I didn’t want to.. I needed to get my head in the game and focus on what I was driving to, focus on what I needed to do to even be able to get to do everything I wanted to with Isaiah and I needed to focus on getting through all of this. 

“I need to get through tonight.. I need to.. I need to..” I repeated to myself as I drove to my uncle’s cabin.


I arrived at my uncle’s place in about an hour and a half, driving as fast as I ever had to the cabin to get there for Jody’s labor and when I parked the car and stepped out, I could already hear Jody’s whimpering, moaning and crying from the pain she was dealing with from being in labor.. Fuck.. Even with the pep talk I had given myself in the car on the way here, it didn’t seem to help at all.. I had watched as many videos about birth as I could handle, read so many studies, read everything there was to read about it, but still, I felt like I couldn’t do this.. I felt like the moment I got out of the car and knew what I was going to have to do, I felt like I had forgotten everything. I was striving to be a doctor, a great one, actually, but if I couldn’t handle the birth of a child, what the hell was the point of my studies? Maybe after all of this, I should try and figure out what the hell I’m going to do about this, or even if I should continue on this path at all..


I stared at the cabin, continuing to hear Jody’s muffled cries and I hesitated even more.. Could I really do this? I knew what to do, how things worked and even how to handle complications, but as far as looking at what I needed to do, knowing it dealt with plenty of blood and other bodily fluids, would I be able to power through it, or would I just pass out and be no help at all? ..What if I just shut my eyes? What if I just acted blind and went through the checklist in my head as she gave birth? That would help.. Wouldn’t it? It was better than nothing.. I was good at what I did, I knew I could do great things, but if I saw blood, I knew I’d be a goner.. I’d faint.. I’d be completely useless to my uncle and I’d leave him to deal with Jody’s labor himself.. But, I couldn’t do that.. He didn’t know the ins and outs of complications.. An umbilical cord wrapping around the neck, the baby being birthed legs first and needing to be manually turned around, if Jody herself started to flatline.. He couldn’t do it.. Granted, I had never seen a live birth before like I was going to during my residency, but I was better than my Uncle, I knew way more than him.. I needed to do this.. I needed to.


I finally entered the cabin, seeing my Uncle pacing around the kitchen and he looked to me quickly when I had come in, “Finally, there you are. She keeps fucking screaming and it’s driving me nuts, just hurry up and get that damn baby out of her and make her shut the fuck up,” he voiced with annoyance, hearing Jody continuing to groan in discomfort in the bedroom, “Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked.

“Not really..” I reluctantly admitted, growing nervous now that I knew that even if I wasn’t prepared for this, I had to try my best and do it anyways, “Do you have gloves and a towel? I’ll need something to cut the cord with, too.. What about scissors?”

“I have gloves and plenty of towels, but no scissors. I got plenty of knives, though,” he offered and I sighed.

“You have gloves and towels, but not scissors?” I asked a little sarcastically.

“What? I’m a knife-guy.” He replied simply.

“All right.. That’ll do, I guess..” I answered, hesitating a moment before continuing, “I.. I need one more thing, too..”

“What’s that?”

“I need you to help me,” I admitted, seeing his expression going instantly reluctant. 


“Ho-no, no, no, I’m not helping you with any of that. That’s all on you, kid. I don’t do babies,” he replied and I grew a little desperate.

“But, you have to! I can’t do this by myself! You said you would help me until the day I didn’t need you anymore, but that time hasn’t come yet and I need you to help me with this. I can’t do this alone, not with her, not even in general.. I.. I can’t handle blood, I get queasy and light headed..”


“So.. What? You’re asking me to be the one to do it? You’re the fucking doctor here, not me. I don’t care how you get when you see blood, don’t be such a pussy and do what you set out to do! It’s about damn time you get over whatever kind of fucked up fear that is, too, if you ever want a career in this type of shit, anyways!”

“I’m not a doctor yet-”

“And you won’t be if you don’t fucking get used to it!” He argued.

“You just need to help! I can tell you everything you need to do but I just can’t be the one to do it!”

Fuck no,” he said in a voice as if he had put his foot down and there was no changing his mind.


“I-I can’t.. I can’t do this alone,” I expressed in a loss, dropping my view to the ground and I let my body weaken, leaning back on the sofa behind me. My eyes started to water and I shut them, realizing just how much of a coward I was and how alone I was in all of this, but there was no one but myself to blame for it. I looked back on everything I had done, realizing now that I could’ve done so many things differently if I was just a little stronger of a person.. There’s something in everyone’s life that they regret and wish they could do over, I don’t believe there’s a single person out there that doesn’t, but there were so many within my own life that made me feel like I was just never meant for success, I was always meant to fail, to be alone, to be weak, I just didn’t know it until now. Tears fell from my eyes, darkening tiny spots on the fabric of my pants when everything I had realized hit me all at once.


I heard my uncle sigh heavily, stepping over towards me and he placed his hands on my shoulders, “This is no time for tears, boy. When men have something to do, they do it. They don’t fucking cry about it and hope someone else comes in and rescues them. Are you a damsel in distress?” He asked sarcastically and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

“No..” I spoke quietly.

“What? I didn’t catch that.. Your quiet, feminine voice is too soft for me to he-”

“I said no,” I spoke louder and he nodded.

“Well, all right then,” he replied and I looked up to meet his eyes, watching as he became more serious and he squeezed my shoulders a little harder, “This is what you’ve been wanting to do your whole life, this is what all of your schooling is for. Are you really going to ignore an opportunity like this? To be able to deliver a baby before you’re even in your residency? If I were you, I’d be pretty fucking stoked, especially the fact that it’s your kid coming into this world.. Don’t you want to be the one to makes sure it gets here safely?” He asked and it was weird to see him being so caring about the subject, or at least as caring as someone like him could be. However, what he said made sense.. 


I could hear Jody still calling out in pain, moaning and crying in the next room and I was running out of the time I had to get in there and deliver my baby, “A-All right.. All right, I’ll do it.. But, I still need your help, whether you want to or not.. I need more than just two hands,” I replied, noticing a scowl on my uncle’s face again and he let out a heavy sigh as he removed his hands from my shoulders.

“Fine, but I’m not looking at anything or touching anything gross,” he warned.

“All you have to do is take the baby when I’m done, just find a towel you don’t mind getting dirty to wrap them up in and to clean them with.. Are you ready?”

“Are you?”

“No.. But, I don’t have a choice,” I replied, seeing him nod and we got the supplies we needed before going into the other room. 


After slipping gloves on and my uncle finding a knife and a towel to wrap the baby in, he stepped outside momentarily to make a call, I don’t know to who, while I entered the bedroom Jody was in, seeing her lying on the bed, beads of sweat dampening her bangs from her forehead and face, her skin glistening and she continued to moan in pain. I looked to her lying down, her legs propped up and I could see up her dress, noticing she still wore the panties that her water had broke in and I stepped over towards the bed.

“O-Oliver.. Oliver, please.. Please, take me to a hospital.. Please,” she begged weakly, hearing her continuing to let out struggled groans from the contractions as I reached up into her dress and gripped the fabric of her panties that hugged her hips, watching her struggle more as I pulled them down and off her legs, “No, no, no.. Please, don’t make me do this here! It hurts! It hurts so much!” She called out, looking away from her as I sat down to reach up between her legs to feel how far along she was.


“Even if I were to take you to a hospital now, you wouldn’t be able to get any drugs to dull the pain.. You’re too far dilated,” I replied, “It would be stupid to move you, too.. Wouldn’t you rather give birth here in a bed than inside of a cramped car on the side of a road?” I asked and I saw the anger in her eyes.

“A bed that I’m tied to, you fucking piece of shit!?” She yelled with rage and I removed my hand from between her legs, staring at her face that still glistened with sweat.


She continued to yell as I stood from the bed, “How could you!? How could you do this? My brother is dead and I’m stuck in this fucking bed! You fuck! You piece of shit, take me to a goddamn hospital!”

I didn’t reply to her, I didn’t even know what to say in return.. Every time that I looked at her, I felt just as much anger as I did pity. I pitied her for all that she had lost, for how hard she worked at making me hers and still being unsuccessful, how she was in so much pain as she lie in the bed before me.. But, the anger I felt was for how she never let up, she continued to try and make me hers, she continued to torment me, stalk me, she even tried to have Isaiah killed, something so unforgivable that no matter what she could ever think to say in a way of an apology would ever help me forgive her.. I felt.. Invincible.. Now that she was before me, in as much pain physically as she’s caused me mentally and emotionally, knowing that this was going to end tonight, it felt good, in an odd way.. It would all end tonight and it felt truly amazing.


My uncle came into the room and I looked back at him, seeing him wearing gloves of his own and he had a knife in his right hand, “How’s it going?” He asked.

“Fine.. We have a little while before she’s fully dilated, though,” I replied and he put his hand up to stop me.

“All right, no doctor talk and no details, just tell me when she’s ready and when she’s not,” he answered, then noticing him nod his head towards the door, wanting me to follow him out and I did as he had implied, following him out and shutting the door behind me.

“Who did you call?” I asked, “Ezra?”

“Yeah.. And I called Nina,” he replied and my eyes widened.

“Y-You mean Aunt Nina?” I asked in surprise, “I thought she hated you?”

“Yes, Nina, and yeah, she does.. But, she’s the only person I know that can help out with this and won’t ask any questions. She knows better not to. I told her it was a favor for you, not me, so she’ll be here sometime tonight.”

“But.. I still don’t understand..”


“Dumbass, have you ever thought about what’s going to happen after the kid’s born? What, are you just going to wrap it up and take it home to your boyfriend like it’s a stray puppy you found on the street you want to take care of? You don’t think that after all this time of lying to him that he’d ask some pretty good fucking questions after you coming here and then going home with a baby in your arms? Don’t be so fucking stupid.. Nina is coming to help take care of the baby until you can figure out something good enough to tell him,” he explained.

“Oh.. I forgot she had gone into nursing shortly after you two broke up..”

“Exactly.. Not to mention she was born to be a mother, I knew it the moment she held Kat for the first time. She’ll take care of your kid while you figure all of this out. You still want to keep that guy of yours in the dark about all of this, right? You don’t have the idiotic urge to go home and tell him you held this bitch hostage until she gave birth and then you offed her like it was no big deal, right?” He asked sternly and I shook my head.

“N-No.. No, of course not..”

Good.. I told Nina to bring whatever she could for a newborn from the hospital, formula and all that nonsense,” he continued and I nodded, “Now, how much longer do we have until she’s ready?”

“I don’t know exactly.. It could be an hour, could be a couple hours, everyone’s different..”

“Well, let’s hope it’s soon ’cause I’m getting sick of hearing her cry in pain when I’m not the one causing it,” he replied and my eyes widened a little, surprised by his words, though before I could ask him what he meant, I watched as he walked away and left out the back door to have a smoke.


I sat within the living room, nothing but the sound of Jody’s cries able to be heard and I sat there for a good three more hours as I waited. I listened to Jody intently, timing her pained-filled moans and groans from her contractions and I waited until they were roughly between thirty seconds to two minutes apart before knowing it was time and knowing I had to go into the bedroom. All my uncle did was pace around, make small talk that I barely contributed to, as well as taking plenty of smoke breaks as we waited.. I should’ve stayed with Isaiah a little longer.. Just a little bit longer.. Maybe I needed more time with him in order to be better prepared for this.

“Oh, god! Oliver!” Jody cried out and I finally realized it was time, knowing the baby must be coming now and I stood from the couch, looking to my uncle and just from the look I had given him, he knew it was time, as well.

“Finally,” he expressed in annoyance, following me into the bedroom where Jody was.


I made it a point not to look between Jody’s legs when I had walked in, keeping my eyes elsewhere until I reached the side of the bed and I could let my hand do the seeing for me, looking at the top half of her body as I put my gloved hand between her legs once more and checked what was happening, feeling a tiny head breaching and my heart began to race. Not only did my heart race with complete shock at the general aspect of it all, but the fact that my child was almost into this world and it only required a few pushes from Jody in order for them to take their first breath of air and for me to hold them in my arms was overwhelmingly exciting.


“Now what?” My uncle asked as Jody let out a struggled heave of pain, knowing she was already trying to push without being told to, but I ignored my uncle and focused on Jody.

“All right, Jody, just push.. That’s all you have to do and it’s all over, just push,” I encouraged. She looked at me as if she wanted me dead, as if I was the last person she wanted to be in this room for this act, yet at the same time, her eyes read as if I was the only one that could help her, the only one that could get her through this and I gave her an encouragingly fake smile, noticing her eyebrows going softer and she seemed humbled by how I looked at her.

“O-Oliver.. Get me through this, help me.. Please.. Please, help me.. I can’t do this by myself,” she nearly begged and I nodded.

“Neither can I, so I need your help, too. I’m not going anywhere until our baby is born, I promise,” I replied and she seemed better after my words, but her face was still glistening with sweat and she was still in pain, my hand then feeling our child emerging more and I still tried my best not to look. 


A grueling and exhausting half an hour later, we were finally at the home stretch, “Come on, Jody, just one more.. One more push and it’s over,” I encouraged, my hands ready to catch my baby and she pushed hard as I gently pulled, watching Jody take a few more breaths before pushing one last time. I knew she was exhausted.. She could barely breathe, she barely had any strength left and there were a few times where I even thought she was weaving in and out of consciousness from all of her work and all of her pain. I could feel the bed sheets on the back of my hand as I waiting for the baby to come out, knowing the bed was soaked in blood, but I didn’t know how much, all I knew was that this baby needed to come out now or I might just lose Jody and be forced to be more invasive, which was something I wanted to avoid.


With all of Jody’s strength that she had left, she pushed and I pulled one last time, the baby coming out and into my hands and I looked to my uncle who then came over with the knife and cut the cord, “Grab the towel you brought,” I then instructed, hearing the baby beginning to cry and I handed them off to my uncle. 

“L-Let.. Let me see..” Jody said weakly with a quiet tone, but my uncle and I ignored her as I watched him cleaning the baby off as it cried. My hands were shaking, I could barely contain my curiosity for the gender, waiting until he had cleaned the blood and everything else off of them before I could look.. I kept my eyes off of Jody, off of the bed that I knew was covered in blood, fixated on my uncle with his back turned to me.


“You got yourself a baby boy, kid,” my Uncle Gareth announced and I let out an excited sigh, a smile instantly on my lips and I quickly got off the bed as I removed my gloves, stepping over towards him holding my son. I reached up to touch his face and he was so small, so delicate and beautiful and I couldn’t help but feel such a high as I looked at him. He was perfect, and he was finally here with me.

“It’s a boy?” Jody asked, “Let me see him! Let me see him, dammit!” She demanded as the baby continued to cry, my uncle and I continuing to ignore her.

Deal with her, my uncle implied towards Jody, “Then you can hold your son all you want. I’ll go get him cleaned up, Nina should be here soon enough, too, so make it fast,” my uncle instructed and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, nodding to his instructions and I watched my uncle step carefully out of the room, shutting the door behind him.


“You son of a bitch! Let me see him! Let me see him you fuckhead!” Jody continued to demand and her plea got more emotional, crying as she lie there on the bed and I looked to her with the same smile on my face. 

“Not a chance,” I replied, stepping over towards her and I sat next to her on the bed.

“Oliver, please.. Please, let me see him, let me see our son,” she begged as more tears streamed down her face.

“He’s not your son, he’s mine. Only mine,” I replied, watching as her cheeks continued to soak in more and more tears and I even noticed the tears beginning to build up in the curves of her ears, making miniature pools only big enough for an ant. I enjoyed looking at her like this.. I felt.. Immortal. 


“Please, Oliver..” She continued, but I ignored her begging.

“I feel..” I stopped, letting out a healthy sigh before continuing, “I feel so alive right now, so focused and so determined. I feel like I’m never going to come down from how happy I am at this very moment and it feels so amazing. Do you want to know why I’m so happy?” I asked, standing from the bed and I walked slowly over towards the dresser, noticing that my uncle had left the knife behind after cutting my sons cord and I picked it up within my hand. For some odd reason, as I looked at the blood already on it, it didn’t make me as faint as I had thought it would.. How odd..


I made my way back over towards her and I stood next to the bed, still holding the knife, “I’m happy because I finally met my son. I’m happy because I still have the love of my life waiting for me at home. I’m happy that all of this is over and soon I’ll never have to worry about you screwing anything up for the rest of my life,” I continued, looking up at her from the knife and I finally looked towards the bed between her legs for the first time, seeing almost the entire foot of the bed soaking up Jody’s blood and I guessed that she had torn pretty badly, but I wasn’t about to stitch up anything, “Wow.. Looks like you’re bleeding out, so I’ll make this quick,” I said with a little haste.


I held the knife up in front of me more, admiring the blade and I then looked towards Jody, her skin turning pale and each breath she let out was a struggle, “I think it’s pretty ironic.. You do all of these horrible things to me and to the one I love, but in the end, you’re the only one that’s truly lost. You’ve lost your brother, you’ve lost me, and now you’ve lost your son because of your actions.. If you had a chance to go back and redo it all, would you?” I asked, noticing that her blood loss was making her even weaker than she already was and she could barely keep her eyes open, “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter in the end, anyways,” I said with a chuckle.


Quickly, before she died from blood loss, I hoisted up the knife and plunged it deep into the top her chest, seeing her eyes go wide momentarily and her breath caught in her throat. I had plunged the knife directly over her trachea, making it impossible for her to take another breath even if she wanted to and I watched as blood poured out of her mouth and down her chin, looking dead into her eyes and she convulsed only slightly, struggling to try and take a breath before finally, after roughly fifteen seconds of watching her fight to live, I watched the life leave her eyes.


But, it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Her eyes remained open, staring at me, taunting me, still having a hold on me and I reached for the knife I had left in her trachea, now becoming completely erratic and I lost it.. 


“You fucking bitch!” I yelled, driving the knife into her repeatedly and aimlessly, absolutely loving the hard thudding sound the knife made every time it punctured through her chest and I grew sick with enjoyment. I felt blood soaking my hands and spraying on my arms, onto my chest and my face, losing count how many times I had actually stabbed her, though I wasn’t really counting in the first place.. I was just.. Completely loving this.. Enjoying how much she deserved this and asked for this. This was her fate, and this was my destiny.. I knew that now. It was so clear to me.


Eventually, about three long minutes and most likely over fifty stabs later, I stood at the side of the bed, dropping the knife from the clutch of my blood-soaked hand as I stared down at Jody, or whatever was left of her. My breathing was as heavy as it ever was, completely exhausted, arms aching, hands shaking. I slowly came off of my immense high that seemed to take over for a bit and unable to control myself at all, but I soon felt things returning to normal. I don’t know what had come over me, all that I knew was that I felt incredible and it wasn’t until I heard my son crying in the other room that I completely felt myself letting go of everything that had to do with the past.

Finally.. Everything was going to be okay..


A weak smile came to my lips as I continued to pant in exhaustion and now the sight of the blood dripping onto the ground from the bed and covering the hardwood floor made me a little light-headed, “I’m.. I’m free..” I let out in a whisper. My vision went a little blurry, the sound of thick, heavy blood dripping down and hitting the floor, only increasing the already large puddle on the ground and I staggered towards the door.


I gripped the handle with my slick, bloody hand and I took a few steps into the living room, looking at my uncle holding my little boy and his eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Ollie!” He exclaimed, the last thing I remembered before my knees gave out and I fell to the floor.




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Generation 4, Chapter 14, Pt 2/2


“What are you still doing here?” I asked as I approached the vending machine, watching as she smiled.

“I actually thought that you might want to talk to me after all, so I stayed.”

“And why would I want to do that?” I questioned.

“Curiosity, perhaps?”

“..I’m just here to get a bottle of water,” I replied simply.

“Well, then of course, be my guest,” she answered, moving only slightly out of my way and I got my water like I had wanted. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she kept her smile as she stared at me, watching my every move and I looked to her when she wouldn’t stop.


“Is there something you want to say to me?” I asked, seeing her expression remain the same, beginning to somewhat creep me out a little.

“Have you thought about what I had told you?”

“About going off the record?” I asked and she nodded, “No, not really.. I was a little preoccupied with Isaiah being hurt and in the hospital,” I replied with a little attitude and I stepped away from the vending machine, walking back over to Isaiah’s room and I could hear the detective following me.


“Do you need something?” I asked in slight irritation, stopping before I went back into Isaiah’s room and turning to look at the detective.

“How’s he doing?” She asked about Isaiah and I thought it was a stupid question.

“Really? You just saw him yourself about half an hour ago..”

“I meant your Uncle,” she corrected herself and I hesitated a moment.

“He’s fine.. Still an asshole, but you knew that already,” I answered and the detective humored me with a chuckle.

“The knee still giving him trouble?” She asked next, keeping her innocent looking grin, but I knew what she was trying to do.. Her eyes did a bad job at hiding it.

“Look, I get it.. It’s obvious you read the file, you know what happened, and it’s obvious that you know all about my family and you’re still looking for my Dad, but I don’t know where he is.. I haven’t known for fifteen years, just like everyone else. That’s what this is about, right? Well, I don’t know. Now, please, just leave me alone and let me worry about one thing at a time.. My first priority being the man in this room,” I finished and turned around, grabbing the handle to the door, but I stopped when I heard the detective’s next words.


“I have reason to believe that he’s in town. Pretty close by, actually,” she spoke and I let the handle of the door go, looking back at her over my shoulder.

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

“Well, someone called nine-one-one for Isaiah at approximately ten at night, meaning that the person that called would’ve had to of called right after everything took place last night..”

“So, the one that called is the one that saved Isaiah.. And, what..? You think it was my dad? That’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve heard in a long time..”

“It seems to make sense, actually. A father trying to make up for leaving his family behind, his son behind? Trying to think of something for years, anything he could do, without coming straight to you to do it? Like I said before, the kills were vengeful, not the work of a hero, but a father who wanted to protect what his son loved, to make up for everything he did wrong.. Maybe even trying to make right of it all by helping the best way he thinks he can?” She continued, my core beginning to crumble, but I still didn’t want to believe it.


“You’re insane..”

“Am I? Or does it make complete sense?”

“I have no idea.. I have no clue what the hell he’s thinking.. Where he is or what he does.. Or if he’s even alive.. Why the hell are you telling me all of this, anyways?”

“Well, I was hoping I could take you down to the station and show you something. We have a recording of the phone call made to the emergency line and there’s no one else that can confirm nor deny that it was your father, but you can. Your Uncle is completely out of the question and would never agree to such a thing. If we asked Katalina, I can almost guarantee she’d either turn down the offer herself, or call her dad, which would then tell her not to, anyways.. We don’t have a number to call for Camilla and we think that she would consult your Uncle, as well.. So, you’re the only one left that can say yes or no,” she explained and everything she had just said made me angry. She knew about my cousin and my little sister and no doubt that they were both my Uncle’s daughters just by the reasons she had given, but it had also made me angry for a different reason.


I approached her more, speaking softly so only she could hear, “I know what you’re getting at, you want me to help you, but you’re asking me to help identify my dad’s voice so that you can open the case again and put out a search party so you can find him. You’re asking me to be a rat.. That, or eventually, I’ll end up becoming bait for my father so that you can catch him, isn’t that right?” I asked.

“Those are your words, not mine.”

“But it’s exactly what would happen if I recognized the voice and it’s exactly what you would ask of me.. You honestly thought that I’d help you catch my dad? What, do you think that I resent him for what he did? That I’d want justice for what he did to me, to my sister, to my mom? You don’t know anything about me or my family. Murderer or not, I’m not going to help you bring my dad in just so he can rot in jail. He’s not a bad person, he’s just made bad decisions,” I finished and she seemed a little disappointed by how this didn’t go as she planned, “Now.. I’m going to take an example from my Uncle.. Leave me the fuck alone, you goddamn pig,” I ended angrily, turning back around and finally entering Isaiah’s room like I had been wanting to do since I had gotten my water from the vending machine.


I stepped over towards Isaiah, still sleeping soundly in bed and my anger from talking to the detective slowly went away the longer I looked at him. I sat down in the chair next to the bed, uncapping my water and taking a quick sip before placing it down on the floor next to me, taking a slow, deep breath and letting it out heavily. Although I had no desire to say another word to the detective, I couldn’t help but think about what she had said to me. Could my dad really be in town, or was she just blowing smoke? There’s no way, it just couldn’t be possible.. He isn’t that stupid to put himself at such risk even being in the same state as me, let alone the same town.. She had to be lying.


All that they had to go off of when assuming it was my dad was the way they found the body of Thomas and the fact that Isaiah was involved, which then involved me.. Instead of just hitting him once in the head and being done with it, Thomas must’ve got a much worse punishment than I imagined for them to label the kill as ‘vengeful’.. But, it being my dad? No chance in hell. Thomas was an asshole, only meat heads with no brains would follow around someone like him while the rest of us that had our wits knew to try our best to stay out of his way, to avoid getting bullied, to avoid provoking him, because once you did, you’d never get passed the rest of your college days without him hassling you. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if someone from the college that hated Thomas as much as me took him and his idiot friends out.. Either way, whoever it was, I was in their debt. 


I continued to look at Isaiah, reaching up to take his hand within my own and now that I had a moment to think, I had remembered that he had lied to the detective about knowing what who saved him looked like.. I completely forgot to ask him about it after the detective had left, but, I guess it didn’t matter that much now.. He hadn’t brought it up after the detective had left, either, so it must not’ve been something he felt that I needed to know. Maybe, eventually, I’ll get around to asking him about it.


None of this mattered anymore. All I wanted to do was move forward, help him recover, get rid of Jody and- Wait.. Shit.. I had completely forgotten about the police needing to question her about everything that happened. I needed to get to her before they did, but I didn’t want to leave Isaiah. I promised him I’d never leave like that again, out of the blue, without letting him know where I was going or if he could reach me, but this was important. I couldn’t let her tell the police where she was, I couldn’t risk her telling them about her and I when I had already lied to the detective about our relationship, or lack of one, and I couldn’t let her get caught.. She couldn’t get away with this that easily.. Even if they found out she was a part of this and went to jail, she’d still be able to come back, she’d still be able to haunt Isaiah and I, Jody and I’s child, my entire life in general, and I couldn’t stand for that. I quickly stood up, looking around the room and trying to find a pen and paper, but there wasn’t anything that I could write with. I then noticed the call button, deciding that telling a nurse where I was going would be my best option and I pressed the button.


Within a few seconds, a nurse had come in, one that I had recognized from always checking on Isaiah and I knew she would be perfect to leave a message with, “Everything okay?” She wondered and I smiled quickly.

“Uh, yeah.. Is that detective still out there?” I asked in a hurry.

“No, she left. Do you want me to call her and-”

No, no.. Just curious.. Uh, listen.. I really need to leave and deal with something, but can you do me a huge, huge favor?” I asked and she smiled.


“Of course.”

“Could you check on him maybe every half hour, or every hour? He’ll worry if he wakes up and I’m not here,” I requested and she nodded with a smile, “And, uh, when he wakes up, just tell him that I went to my Uncle’s to get my things, but I’ll be back a little later, okay?” I asked next and she nodded again with a smile.

“Sure, I can tell him. I actually just finished my rounds, so I could just sit in here with him,” she replied and I was so thankful.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” I replied, looking to Isaiah and I bent down to kiss the side of his face as quickly yet as softly as I could, then pulling away and I went to the door in a rush, “Thanks again!” I told the nurse before shutting the door behind me and I made my way towards the elevators so I could leave the hospital.


When I had gotten outside, I looked around for a cab, usually seeing some parked outside waiting for fairs, but when I was looking around, I noticed a car parked in the lot not too far from me, seeing Detective Winchester sitting within it and I quickly looked away, acting as if I hadn’t noticed her, but I knew she noticed me.

“You gotta be kidding me..” I voiced softly to myself, slowing down my pace and acting as if I wasn’t in a hurry. 


Instead of taking a cab, I noticed the underground train station off in the distance, knowing that that was my best shot of losing her and making absolute sure that I wasn’t followed. I walked over towards the stairs, going down quickly and I hopped on a train that was going the same direction I needed to. I got off the train after riding it for about twenty minutes, getting off at a stop I knew was near where I had parked Jody’s car, which I then took the rest of the way to my Uncle’s cabin.


It was around six in the evening by the time I had reached the cabin and I pulled into the driveway, but I noticed my parking spot for Jody’s car was taken by my Uncle.. He must’ve came over to find out about what the detective wanted from me, but he could’ve just called me, so why was he here? After I parked and approached the cabin, I couldn’t help but let my anger return, knowing that Jody was just beyond the door and I didn’t know what I was going to do.. But, one thing I did know was that I wasn’t going to keep up this lie any longer, I wasn’t going to act like I didn’t know what she had done, what she wanted to do, whatever else she had planned for Isaiah if she knew that her plan for him failed.. I was done with it. 


I walked into the cabin and noticed my Uncle sitting at the small dining table and Jody was within the kitchen, “Hey, you’re back,” she said happily, “Your Uncle dropped by, he said this is his cabin, so to thank him for letting us stay here, I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner,” she continued, but her expression then went a little confused, “Where are the groceries?” She asked. She seemed a little too upbeat for what had happened, but she must not know, they must’ve not called her yet and told her the news.. I made it in time.. Perfect.

“Have a cigarette outside,” I demanded of my Uncle and he nodded, reading my eyes and he didn’t need to be told twice.

“Will do, nephew,” he replied, watching him stand to his feet and he stepped out the back door and left Jody and I alone.

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“..What’s the matter?” She wondered, her expression growing worried.

“Where’s your phone?” I asked and she pointed towards her phone.

“Uh, over there on the counter. It was dead so I’m charging it.. Did you try calling me?” She wondered and without answering her, I walked straight up to it and I took it apart, tossing the battery down the sink and turning the garbage disposal on, then throwing the rest of her phone in after, “Hey! What the hell is your problem!?” She yelled angrily.


I shut the switch off when her phone was surely destroyed and I grabbed her shoulders, slamming her against the fridge and she let out a cry in slight pain and tried to struggle out of my grip, “You’re hurting me, Oliver!”

“I know,” I replied harshly and for the first time, I saw her face turning into a genuine worry, maybe even fear, “So, you knew this whole time.. You knew all along that I was still seeing him, didn’t you?” I assumed, watching her face then lose some of that fear and she grew angry like I was.

“Of course. You just don’t get it, do you? I don’t like sharing you, Oliver, I never did, but.. Now that it’s obviously been taken care of, you don’t have to go behind my back anymore.. And, I forgive you, so we can put all of this behind us now,” she replied and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.. This was it, she had finally taken the last step off the deep end.


But, to her surprise, I smirked slightly, “I’m glad that the police still haven’t called you, it would’ve taken all of the fun out of telling you myself,” I said softly, still holding her tighter than she liked and her expression went worried yet again.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Your little plan with your brother? Using him to get rid of Isaiah? ..Well, it backfired, to say the least,” I answered, my smirk growing into a smile and her eyes widened, “He’s dead. You got him killed,” I continued and she was speechless for a quick moment.



Oh yeah, dead as fucking roadkill.. And the best part is that I’m not even exaggerating.. Someone really took their time and made sure that that fucker was dead,” I continued, watching her eyes water as she refused to break eye contact with me.

“You’re lying!” She yelled, trying to jerk her shoulders out of my grip, but she still couldn’t get away from me.

“This is probably where I’d say that I wish I was, but no.. I’m not. Isaiah’s going to be fine. You didn’t accomplish anything, except, well.. Getting your brother killed. I guess there is a plus side to all of this,” I taunted, “You did all of this to yourself.. And you can think about that for however long you have left,” I continued.

“What do you m-” She was about to ask, but she looked towards the back door when my uncle came back inside, assuming he had finished his cigarette.


“Sounds like a pretty heated argument,” my uncle mentioned, shutting the door behind him.

“Do you have any handcuffs?” I asked him, seeing his eyes turn intrigued and he chuckled softly.

“Zip ties work best,” he replied, “I’ll get some.”

“Wha.. What the hell is this?!” Jody asked frantically, finally breaking out of my grip, quickly going over towards my uncle and she gripped his arm, him looking back at her questionably in slight anger and surprise, “Please, you need to help me! He’s going to do something terrible to me, I know it!” She begged and my uncle looked at me.


“My God, is that true, Oliver? Were you really going to do something terrible to this poor girl?” He mocked and I smirked, watching as he gripped her wrist and twisted her around in a split second, holding her with his right arm and a hand over her mouth. Jody struggled a moment, trying to speak through his hand but her words were muffled.


My Uncle then forced her to look at me, him looking at me, as well, “Look at him.. You see how he’s looking at you? I think he’s bored of trying to keep you happy,” he tauntingly whispered into her ear, “You better hope you never go into labor, because after that baby’s born, I don’t think you’ll even be around long enough to name it,” he told her, knowing full well that it was impossible to avoid, knowing that her remaining days of torment were going to come to an end very, very soon. I watched as my uncle then dragged her into the bedroom, hearing her attempting to yell behind the hand over her mouth, her legs kicking and struggling, but he managed to keep a strong hold of her.


I stood within the kitchen, taking a moment to myself and taking a few deep breaths. So this was it.. It was finally happening.. I still didn’t know the whole plan yet, but things were finally in motion and this marked the beginning to her end. No more looking over my shoulder and being afraid of who might be there, no more worrying about leaving Isaiah in the dark or lying, no more problems.. 

“Heeeelp!” Jody screamed from the bedroom, hearing her struggling and knowing that my uncle was most likely securing her to the bed, “Someone help meee!”

“You’re out in the middle of nowhere, sweetheart.. Scream all you want,” I heard my uncle say, but Jody still continued.

“Heelp meee!”

“Jesus Christ,” my uncle then said with frustration and I heard a drawer open and shut loudly, then hearing nothing from Jody and I grew worried.. Did he kill her? He can’t kill her when she’s still carrying my child! Is he mad?! 


I quickly went to the bedroom, seeing my uncle walking out and I looked passed him towards Jody, “What did you do!?”

Relax, I just got some chloroform and it knocked her out,” he replied and I grew less worried, but then slightly confused.

“Wait.. You have chloroform..?” I asked and he laughed softly.

“Don’t let it concern you too much,” he advised and walked passed me towards the kitchen, deciding I didn’t really want to know any more on why he had it, anyways..


So, I take it your done with trying to put up with this any longer. I was getting curious, too.. Did she ever change, like you were hoping?” He asked and I turned to face him, seeing a grin on his lips and I knew all he wanted to hear from me was ‘you were right all along’.

“No.. Just the opposite, actually,” I reluctantly admitted.

“What’d she do that made you change your mind so suddenly?” He wondered and I hesitated a moment.

“She went after something precious to me..” I said softly, turning my attention away from him.

“Well, that’s definitely one way to get on a Dubois’ shit list..” He replied and I didn’t disagree with him, “So.. You wanna tell me why a detective called me today?” He more demanded than asked and I swallowed hard.

“Not really..”


“Don’t give me that bullshit, if it involves me or my family, it’s my business, too, especially if fucking cops are calling me,” he pointed out and I guess he was right, he was the only one that could help me with this and telling him every detail of what was going on helped both of us. I leaned back against the sofa and I began telling him everything that had happened from when I got home earlier today up until I had arrived here at the cabin.. I told him about Isaiah, about what had happened to him, what happened to Thomas and his friends and how Jody was behind it, what happened with the detective, and why I came back to the cabin.. Everything.


My uncle had just finished his fifth cigarette by the time I was done explaining it all, “So, that’s what was precious to you,” he said with a rather uncomfortable scowl on his face.

“Yeah.. I didn’t tell you before because I knew you’d be against it..”

“Well, yeah.. I mean, who the hell doesn’t like good pussy?”

“I’m not saying that.. I like both, it’s just.. I prefer him, that’s all.. I love him..”

“Whatever, say what you’d like. It’s not like I’m the one doing it with a guy, so I don’t give a shit,” he worded in a tone that I didn’t quite appreciate, but at least he wasn’t outraged or threw a huge fit about it.. He was actually taking this a lot better than I thought he would.

“Thank you..”

“For what?”

“I don’t know.. Being understanding, I guess.. And of course, helping me with all of this.. I owe you..”

Pah, you don’t owe me anything, kid. I’m the one who owes your dad. I’m in this until you don’t need me anymore, so don’t worry about it,” he encouraged and I nodded softly.


“And you’re sure that that detective bitch didn’t follow you?”

“I’m sure.. I told you, if I took a cab, she would’ve followed me, but I took the underground train, she has no way of knowing when or where I got off.. I didn’t see her anywhere before I got into Jody’s car and I was constantly checking my rear view mirror,” I replied and he nodded.

“Well, that’s a great thing. It was smart of you not to take that bait, too.. Could’ve done a lot more damage to this family than we needed,” he somewhat complimented and I was happy that I made the right decision, “Still, though.. Might give them a lawsuit anyways just to keep away from us that much more. She still talked to you after I deliberately told her not to.”

“I don’t want to.. I’m so done with all of this.. I can’t wait for all of this to be over and I can just live a normal fucking life,” I stressed and he nodded.

“All right, if that’s what you want,” he understood, “But, if you see her anywhere from now on, and I mean anywhere, knowing she’s watching you, you tell me and I’m bringing her down whether you want to or not.”



For a long moment, silence engulfed the room, both of us surely having a lot on our minds now and possibly being too much to even begin where to start talking to one another, but I thought the silence was almost needed. I thought about what the detective had said earlier, the way Isaiah looked at me before he lied to her about what the person that saved him looked like, everything, really. At the time, the detective’s words were completely unfathomable, there was no doubt in my mind that my dad wasn’t responsible for saving Isaiah, but now that I had a long moment to think about it, as well as hearing my own words coming from my own mouth with explaining to my uncle what had happened, it made more and more sense.. It made me want to ask my uncle whether or not my dad would even try to do something like that, but I didn’t even know where to begin to ask him..


“You look like you want to ask me something,” my uncle spoke and I looked up to him, surprised that he had literally read my mind.

“No..” I replied, but then I had second thoughts, “Well.. Yeah, I kind of do..”


“You don’t think.. I mean, do you think that my dad could’ve been the one that saved him? You obviously knew him better than anyone else..”

“You want an honest answer?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then, yeah.. I do think he could’ve done that, but, that still isn’t saying it was or wasn’t for sure, so don’t go pissing your pants with joy or anything,” he replied, but I couldn’t help but feel a little happy, anyhow, knowing my uncle had the same suspicion,”And I didn’t know him as well as you think, not his good side, at least.. That’s all on you, boy. So, really.. I should be the one asking you if you think it was him,” he continued and I thought for a long moment. With everything that I had just thought, myself, and even with the help of my own gut feeling, I smirked softly as I looked to him..

“Yeah.. I think I do, too,” I replied, seeing him smirk as well and he nodded confidently towards my answer.


“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“We wait,” I replied, “Wait until she goes into labor..”

“Then what?”

“I get my baby.. And then, honestly.. I really don’t care what happens next,” I said with a shrug, watching him nod.

“Well, won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah, hopefully.. Do you mind waiting here? You don’t have to stay where you’re staying anymore now that she knows about you,” I pointed out.

“Sure, I’ll keep an eye on her. You going back to the hospital?”

“Yeah.. I’ll be back in a few days, but call me if her water breaks before then..”

“Will do,” he replied and I took out Jody’s keys from my pocket, but my uncle stopped me, “Hey,” he caught my attention, “Gimme those.. Take my car, it’s safer,” he instructed and I nodded, tossing him Jody’s keys as he tossed me his own and I left, making the two hour trip back home to be with Isaiah. These long, grueling trips back and forth were taking their toll on me, already exhausted by just today’s events alone, but it still wasn’t over yet and I needed to power through it.


I got back to the hospital a little before nine at night, making it just in time to see Isaiah before visiting hours were over and I made my way inside and back to Isaiah’s room. I hoped if he was awake, he wasn’t mad that I had left and wasn’t there for him.. I hoped the nurse that I had given the message to told him where I was going and that I’d be back, too.. I’d hate for him to second guess being with me since I kept disappearing on him, especially after everything we talked about together throughout today. My biggest fear was losing him.. I couldn’t lose him after going through so much for him, to make sure that nothing stood between us. I’ve been fighting too hard for this all to be just a waste of time.


I stepped into his room and didn’t see the nurse keeping him company, but instead, I saw Isaiah standing by the window and he turned to see who had come into his room. He smiled when he saw me and I was happy that he wasn’t mad that I had left.

“Hey, there you are. The nurse told me you left and I didn’t think you were going to make it back in time,” he began and I smiled in return as I walked over to him.

“Of course I’d make it, I wouldn’t miss having more time with you,” I replied, “I’m happy to see you walking around already,” I continued and he scoffed.

“I got broken ribs, Oliver, not broken legs,” he teased and I chuckled softly.


“What did you go to your Uncle’s for?”

“Just to get a few things.. And to bring him something to eat because I told him I would when I left earlier,” I made up and he nodded in understanding, “Sorry, I should’ve brought you something, too.. The food here is awful,” I said with remorse.

“Oh, it’s all right, don’t worry about it. I had some, uh.. Soup broth? I don’t know, at least I think it was,” he answered and I chuckled.

“Well, I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow first thing in the morning,” I offered, seeing his expression turn appreciative.

“So, you went to get a few things? ..Does that mean you’re coming home?” He asked hopefully and I kept my smile.

“Yeah.. I’m going to stay in town while you’re here and until you can come home. Then I’ll probably go back to my uncle’s to get the rest of my clothes and stuff.. Maybe go back a couple times to make sure he’ll be okay without me.. I should be home for good within a week or so,” I replied and he seemed unconditionally happy by the news.

“Good, good.. I’m glad that I have something to look forward to when I get out of here,” he replied warmly.


I watched as he then looked back out the window, seemingly a little troubled and I grew concerned, “What’s the matter?”

“Well, Jody’s due soon, isn’t she? What’s happening with all of that? If you haven’t been in contact with her for a while, what’s going to happen after the baby’s born? You’re going to need to talk to her about it eventually, right?” He wondered, looking back to me with worry in his eyes.

“I, uh.. I’m not sure.. I don’t really want to talk about her, anyways..” I suggested, seeing his expression go somewhat reluctant.

“Sorry,” he said with remorse, and even though I didn’t want him to apologize, I didn’t tell him not to.. I simply kept silent, “Well, either way, I think we should talk about the guest bedroom,” he suggested and I raised a brow in curiosity.

“What about it?”


“Well.. Why not turn it into a nursery? I mean.. If you end up having custody or not, there’s nothing keeping us from making it into one, anyways, right?” He asked somewhat hopefully, assuming he was talking about a future with us, but I still couldn’t be entirely sure.

“Uhm.. Yeah.. Maybe..”

“I’m sorry, I keep feeling like I’m saying the wrong thing,” he replied with more remorse.

“No, it’s not that.. I just.. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, you know? What if I never get custody? What if I never get a chance to bring my kid home? There’s no point in changing that room into a nursery if I can’t..” I replied, even though I very well knew that I was going to get my child one way or another, I was just trying to avoid talking about this..

“Well.. What about us? Even if you can’t bring your kid home that you have with Jody, can’t we change that room into that anyways for whenever we want to do that?” He questioned and I looked to him.

“I thought you were just high on your pain killers when you had first brought that up,” I pointed out and he chuckled softly.


“Yeah.. I remember what I said and I’m sorry about that. I guess I just thought we were at a certain point in our lives, you know?” He replied and his tone held a certain longing in it and now I felt horrible.. I wanted this to go well, being with him while he was at the hospital, but I didn’t want to talk about things like this.. Not now, at least.. I didn’t want to talk about anything depressing and I didn’t want to talk about something I wasn’t ready for, noticing right away that I was making him upset and it already seemed to be turning into something negative when our future was meant to only be positive together, so why did I have a feeling this was going to turn into a fight?


“Stop saying you’re sorry, I’m the one that isn’t ready.. At least I don’t think I am.. It’s just.. Kids, you know? I haven’t even had the chance to get time with mine yet and you want to talk about more already..” I expressed, though once those words came out of my mouth, they sounded so challenging and I regretted them, “I-I mean, I want kids with you, but I’m just.. I-”

“Oliver, it’s okay,” he replied, “I’m the one that’s rushing you. I remember when I was a little loopy that I told you I was jealous. Well, that’s true, but maybe it’s just making me cloud my judgement and I don’t mean to pressure you. I just thought it might be something a little uplifting to talk about, that’s all,” he continued and I sighed softly. I saw this conversation about more children as a fear, whereas he saw it as a dream, something to be excited about..


I looked up to his eyes, “I want a life with you, I want everything with you, it’s just.. I need to get passed this before I can look forward, you know? I don’t mean to put it off and I don’t want you to think I’m not serious about you, but I can only handle one thing at a time.. I want you to get better, I want all of this custody bullshit out of the way, and I just want our lives to calm down a bit before something like that.. I’m.. I don’t know.. A little overwhelmed and nervous..”

“I know you are, and so am I. I’ve never had a kid before, either, Oliver, so we’re in the same boat. Even if you bring your kid home from Jody, get shared custody or whatever, I’ll be just as lost as you are as far as raising a child, so I don’t want you to think you’re alone when saying you have no experience, because I don’t, either. But, we can do it together and what better way to get ready for something like that than to talk about it? That’s all I’m saying,” he answered with a warm smirk on his lips and I eventually felt a little less pressure from his words. He was never one to show nervousness, but him admitting to it made it the tiniest bit better for me, too. However, it was still something I wasn’t ready to talk about and I wished we could just drop the subject.. At least until I can take him home and we can talk about this under our own roof, not under the hospital’s.


“Look, Oliver.. I love you more than anything and this isn’t just some passing thought I had out of the blue. I think that I’m at a point in my life where I’m ready for something like that and I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.. But, I can’t help but feel like every time I say that I love you, or say that I’m serious about you or tell you that I want a future with you, I don’t think you believe me.. Why is that? I want to talk about kids with you, so how much more obvious can I be that I’m serious about you?” He asked and I grew a little frustrated, stepping away from him and I needed to pace or do something to wrap my head around all of this and why the hell we were even talking about it when I thought I made myself clear that I wasn’t ready for it to happen, let alone even discuss it.

I talked as I paced, “I do believe you, I really do.. I.. I mean, you don’t have to prove it.. I know you do and I feel the exact same.. It’s just.. Kids? We’re not even married, we don’t know what’s happening with my baby with Jody, we don’t have the space for more than one, you have your job and I have school almost every day after the summer is over.. No, I’ll be starting my residency and that’s going to take up more time than my schooling.. Things are just so hectic already and we don’t have the time.. There’s a lot of things to think about first, it’s just.. Not smart..” I admitted and there was a silence within the room that lasted longer than I would’ve liked, eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the room and trying not to look at him, knowing that he wouldn’t be pleased by my words.


“Then marry me,” he suggested and I shut my eyes in frustration.. Was that the only part that he heard with everything I had said?

“That’s now the second time today that you’ve said that..” I said under my breath, looking back to him and knowing he had heard me.

“And that’s the second time you haven’t wanted to agree to it,” he countered and I couldn’t help but feel like he was just pummeling me with choices and important decisions that I wasn’t ready for.

“I didn’t say yes or no..”

“But not saying yes is a pretty big no to me,” he continued to rebuttal. I felt pressured when we were talking about kids, but now with marriage on top of it, my shoulders felt heavy and I knew he didn’t know what I was already dealing with with Jody, but without telling him, he’d never be able to understand just how pressured I really did feel with trying to deal with so many things all at once. My cup of leniency was filling up fast and it was only a matter of time before it couldn’t hold any more.


“Well, I guess I have my answer,” Isaiah began eventually when I hadn’t responded and I hated what this was turning into, “It’s passed visiting hours, you should probably go,” he suggested and my heart fall into the pit of my stomach as I watched him step over carefully to his bed and sit on the edge of it, his back towards me. I knew he was upset with me, really upset, but I didn’t know how to fix this. However, I tried to attempt at making things better between us, anyways, even if I had no idea what to say or where to begin.


“It’s okay, really. It was stupid of me to bring up when I was at the peak of my pain killers and it was stupid to bring up now. I should’ve known I’d get the same answer.. I just thought that since you had said earlier that you liked the sound of husband, I didn’t think it would be such a huge deal, but, clearly I was wrong. I’ll just talk to you tomorrow morning,” he replied and my brows furrowed in worry, but I noticed that he didn’t look at me, making it a point to look away from me more so that he couldn’t even see me in his peripherals. He was trying his hardest to avoid me and it was my fault that he felt like this..


“..Isaiah, I didn’t mean to upset you, I really want to do that, but-”

“It’s fine, Oliver. We’ll just talk about whenever you’re ready, like we always do,” he continued, still not looking at me and I knew he didn’t mean his statement to point against me, but it sure as hell felt like it was. Why did he say that as if I was being selfish? Was it really this selfish of me to not want to talk about a certain subject yet? I stared at the back of his head for a long moment, wishing he would face me, but when he refused to do so, I simply stepped away from his bed and made my way towards the door without kissing him goodnight or even saying ‘goodbye’.. I didn’t feel like anymore words needed to be spoken, because the more I felt like I wanted to explain myself, the less he’d want to talk about it and I’d most likely just upset him more.


When I reached the door to his room, ready to walk out, I gripped the handle, yet I stopped myself from leaving. I didn’t want to end the night like this, everything would be so awkward and half-assed the next few days until one of us apologized, but I was so confused on which one of us should be the one to take that step in mending whatever the hell was happening right now. I wasn’t ready for something so solid, something so.. Permanent.. I also needed to understand that children with Isaiah wasn’t going to be even remotely close to having a child with Jody.. I don’t know what I was so worried about, but just from not saying yes to his now second proposal, I made him second guess being with me and that was the last thing that I wanted. I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt and I wanted so desperately for him to understand and to stop pressuring me, but how could I say that in a way that wouldn’t make him more upset?


“No.. I want to talk about this now, I want to get it out of the way,” I expressed towards the door, pulling my hand from gripping the handle and I walked back over towards the bed passed the curtain so he could see me, watching as turned his head to look over at me, “I don’t have a clue on where to even begin raising a child, I don’t have any idea how to be a good husband and I’m still learning on how to be a good boyfriend, which I think I’m always doing a terrible job no matter how many times you tell me you love me or how happy you are. I don’t ever know what I’m doing right, or wrong, and whenever I think I’m doing things at least a little right, they end up being wrong or just completely stupid and honestly, I don’t even know what to do anymore. Having this baby with Jody is making me crazy, seeing you in the hospital is making me scared and worried and now this entire conversation about marriage and kids is making me terrified.. Completely terrified. I’m scared that I won’t be a good dad, that I won’t be a good husband or even a decent person in generalso how can I even think at this point in my life that I’m ready for what you’re asking? For more than what I can barely handle already?” I asked and I could tell in his expression that he was a little angry, but I couldn’t tell if it was anger towards me, or himself.


“Look, Isaiah.. I’m just trying to figure out what you want from me.. What the hell do you want me to say? I’ve already told you that I’m not ready, but you continue to pressure me into these things and I really don’t like it. I can’t handle it.. I don’t want to be proposed to, twice, in a damn hospital.. I don’t want to talk about Jody.. I don’t want to talk about kids.. I don’t want to talk about the future, not now, at least, especially when it isn’t definite, and I don’t want to talk about changing the guest bedroom into a nursery.. Not yet. Okay?” I asked, trying to make sure he understood and by the look in his eyes, I could tell I had officially hurt him..


“Wow.. You make me sound so manipulative.. Is that really the kind of person you think I am?” He asked softly as he stared at me and I felt bad for how I portrayed my words, “What do I want from you..? I’m not using you, Oliver, I’m in love with you, there’s a pretty big difference. Forgive me if I want to talk about a future with you that I’m looking forward to, but by the sound of it, it seems that I’m the only one in this relationship that is.. I remember telling you that you having a baby with Jody made me a little jealous and it kind of made me want to take the next step with you so there wasn’t any need for me to be jealous anymore.. That was selfish of me and I apologize, but you know what? I’m scared, too. You’re not the only one that hasn’t been a father before, I don’t have any idea what to do in that department, either, and I’m a little nervous about being married, too, but I know that being married to anyone else wouldn’t make me the happiest I could be.. I’d only be the happiest with you.. But, there’s one thing I don’t understand,” he stopped briefly and my heart was racing.. Why did I feel like this was only going to get worse?


“What did you mean by how this ‘isn’t definite’? ..Do you not plan on being with me for as long as I want to be with you? Is that why you won’t marry me?” He asked with sadness in his eyes and even if I didn’t intend this, I could tell I had already broken his heart.

“N-No.. It’s not that..”

“Oliver, if there’s any doubt in your mind about us, then I want to know exactly what it is so I can put all of those doubts in their place and so that you can forget about them.. If you’re not serious about this, then what’s the point of going any further?” He wondered and I was beginning to think he was trying to imply the one thing that I didn’t want to happen..

“No! I am serious about this, I’m serious about you, it’s just everything else is what I’m not sure about.. Why can’t you understand that I want all of these things with you, just not right now? Why do we have to discuss it right now? I’m not ready, I told you that..” I stressed.

“Do you think that things won’t work out between us? It sounds like you’re already preparing for it to go bad.. Hell, you won’t even humor me about any of this stuff.. I guess I’m just wondering why you won’t even talk about it with me, but it seems like you’re not even sure about our future together, so I guess I get it now..”

“Stop twisting my words.. Maybe I didn’t want to humor you because I wasn’t ready, I’m not committed to any of that stuff yet, so I didn’t want to give you false hope.. Isn’t that better than lying to you?” I asked, but I noticed his expression had turned more angered after my response.. Shit.. Now what did I say wrong?


“Is that why you keep avoiding the subject of marrying me? You’re not committed? You keep telling me that you want all of that stuff with me, I just can’t wrap my head around why you won’t talk about it with me, then.. Would you just regret everything if you had said ‘yes’ to me?” He asked and I didn’t know how to answer him.. I would regret it if I said yes to him now, just because I wasn’t ready, but I’d be more than happy to say yes when I was ready, however, I felt that even if I explained myself to a point where he’d understood completely on why I wasn’t, there’s no doubt he’d get more upset than he already was.. And, if I said I wouldn’t regret it now, I’d be lying to him and myself.. Either way, that question is setting me up for disaster.

“Why are we even fighting over this? I just want you to get better so we can go home and-”

“At least have the decency to answer the question. I asked if you would regret it, Oliver.. So, would you?” He cut me off and he refused to let the subject go. I guess there was no more avoiding it.

“..Only because I’m not ready at this exact moment in time.. Yeah, I would,” I told the truth, seeing him stare at me for a long moment before looking somewhere else.


“Okay,” he replied simply and I didn’t now how to understand his answer.

“..Okay, what?” I asked.

“Just.. Okay..” He answered again and I was so confused.

“Isaiah, I don’t know what that means.. One minute I think we’re fine, the next I think you want to leave me, now I’m just-”


“It just means okay and that I get it! Take it however you want,” he expressed with frustration and I knew he’d get upset by my answer, but I didn’t expect him to get this angry, “Do me a favor, though,” he requested and I stepped up closer to the foot of his bed.

“Yeah, anything,” I replied.

“Go home.. I don’t want you to come back to the hospital for the remainder of my time here. I think you need to take some time to yourself, just to think about everything, and I mean everything.. And I think we should just be alone for a little while. I need some time to think, too, so..” He implied and I couldn’t tell if he was only telling me to go home or if he was telling me we should take a break.. A real break.


“A-Are you..”

“No, I’m not doing that.. I just think we need some time to ourselves to think about everything that we want and don’t want, then on Monday, when I can come home, we’ll talk about it all then.. Is that all right with you?” He wondered, looking up at me and I could see how serious he was. I didn’t want to do anything like that.. I knew I wanted to be with him, there was nothing more for me to think about, but what if by Monday he came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to waste his time on me anymore? What if by Monday, I told him ‘yes’ and he would tell me ‘no’..? But, I didn’t think I had much of a choice, I just had to leave it up fate at this point and hope that he’d still want me after the weekend when he was able to come home.

“Yeah.. That’s fine,” I eventually agreed, wanting so badly to make him happy and if this was what he wanted, then I’ll do it.

“All right, I’ll see you Monday, then..” He answered, my heart tingling in my chest and already the nerves about not seeing him over a short weekend made me nervous and scared, especially when he had given us both such a hard decision to make.. Never had I thought we’d be asking ourselves ‘do I truly want to be with this person?’ without coming straight out and saying ‘yes’ immediately, but if I did that, he might think I’m still not taking this seriously, even when I have been this whole time. I wanted to show him that I was listening, that I cared about him needing time, but once I thought about that, I realized he hadn’t done the same for me, the very two things I wanted him to do the entire time I was explaining myself.. He wasn’t listening, he didn’t understand that I needed time, all that he heard were the terrible things I’ve said and it seemed as if he completely blocked out all the good. 


I stepped around the foot of his bed to where he was sitting, putting my hands gently to the either side of his face and I pulled his head up quickly so I could kiss him without him denying me. I felt his hands reach up, grabbing my wrists to remove my hands from his face, but I fought back and refused to let him go. I was angry with him, I was mad that he wanted time to think this over when he wasn’t willing to do the same for me when I had asked for it, but it still wasn’t enough for me to abandon him and if things got worse between us, I wanted this last chance to feel him and for him to feel me, to see how much passion and love I had for him with just one simple kiss. I eventually felt his grip on my wrists lessen, feeling him push gently back into my lips and as soon as I felt he wanted more, I pulled away, looking at him for a moment before pulling myself away from him completely and I walked out of his room without another word.


As I made my way out of the hospital, all I could do was hope that he’d eventually see things from my angle. He was a very understanding person, but why did he refuse to let this go? I wasn’t opposed to having a conversation about what was going to happen later on, much later on, in the future between us, but now was just not the time. I understood that he was jealous, I truly did, because I have something so important to him with someone the complete opposite of him and it must drive him crazy sometimes.. He wants what someone else has with me and maybe he just can’t stand that I share something as serious as a child with someone else, so he wants a baby, too.. Maybe that’s why he insists that I take some time to myself and think it over, because I had said ‘no’ to something he so desperately wants with me. Maybe he doesn’t want time to himself to think if he still wants to be with me, but he wants me to have time to myself to rethink my answer.. He told me to go home, maybe that has something to do with it, too.. I could just be looking too much into it, but then again, was it really that bad of a thing to do that when it came to fixing my relationship?


I checked the front of the hospital when I walked out, not seeing the detective in a car waiting for me like last time and I was glad that I could drive home calm instead of being paranoid and needing to take the train. I hopped in my uncle’s car and went home, going upstairs above the coffee shop to our place and I stood in the hallway for a moment, looking around and not liking how silent it was. I tried to imagine things differently as I stood there, already beginning to somewhat like the idea of coming home to a noisy place with Isaiah chasing around kids with messy mouths from eating and struggling to get them cleaned and dressed..


I smirked softly for a brief moment, picturing a tot crawling down the stairs backwards in diapers and as I glanced over towards the living room, it was easy to picture a movie night, all cozy on the couch with forts made out of pillows and blankets with popcorn scattered about, no doubt some pieces stepped on and spread out on the floor from someone tipping the bowl over. But, still, I couldn’t decide if I was ready for something that hectic.. Or should it really be thought of instead as something to be enjoyed and looked forward to? Embraced, even, like Isaiah did?


I went upstairs and before I stepped into our bedroom, I stopped and looked down the hallway towards the guest bedroom, deciding to take another look at it, just for the sake of humoring Isaiah like he had wanted me to. I walked down the hallway and opened the door, flipping on the lights and the last time I remember being in here was when we had first moved in and thrown some furniture in here to make it an actual room, though it could definitely use some improving.. There was no wall art, an empty dresser, lamps with light bulbs that had only been turned on less than a handful of times, a clean and untouched bed.. It was so boring.. Except for one thing..


I stepped towards the dresser, seeing a picture of Isaiah and I sitting on top of it and I examined it a little further, remembering that he had taken this picture of us after all of our stuff was unpacked and we were officially moved in together.. I had no idea he had taken the time to get it printed and framed.. He looks so happy. I smiled as I looked at it, remembering the day vividly and my cheeks even grew warm as I remembered that our first time together was just minutes after this picture had been taken.. This one single photo held so many memories, I even somewhat felt like he had planted it here for me to find whenever we’d have this argument about children, like he was almost expecting it to happen.. Damn him.. Even when he’s not around to put his persuasion into words, he still finds ways of being persuasive, I’ll give him that..


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Generation 4, Chapter 11, Pt 3/3


I brought Jody into my Uncle’s home, the one I had lied about, the one I had said my whole family owned, but I knew my Uncle Gareth was the only one that lived here all along.. I had wondered why I had brought her here, why I had driven her car blindly to his cabin, of all places, but I knew that I needed help with this.. I knew I couldn’t handle Jody alone anymore and I didn’t want Isaiah to get involved, so who better than the one man I had always known to be good at dealing with finding one’s way out of trouble? I didn’t know what I wanted to do now that we were here at my Uncle’s cabin and I didn’t know what I was going to tell Jody whenever she woke up, but I knew that I needed to think of something fast.


I had always been suspicious of my Uncle.. I had known that he was always involved in a shady business, but I never knew exactly what kind, I just always suspected he did incredibly illegal things in order to get paid in such huge chucks of cash all at once.. Money that I later on found out he used to give my mother behind my father’s back..

When I was a boy, Katalina and I were playing around the house while he would be gone at night and we ended up playing in his room. I eventually came across stacks of cash in a hiding spot he had while playing hide and seek with her and I had asked Kat where he got all of his money, but even she didn’t know, she was just scared that we had come across it and demanded we put it back where I had found it. I had never asked him in all the years I’ve known him how or where he had gotten it, but I thought it was better not to ask because I might not like the answer.. It made me wonder though, why he lived out here in the middle of nowhere in a crap shack like this when I knew he still had tons of that money hidden somewhere.


I heard footsteps approaching the door, hearing it open and I knew my Uncle was standing behind me, “She going to be okay, Doc?” He asked as he stood in the doorway behind me.

“I’m not a doctor yet, but, yeah.. She might be okay..”

“What’s blondie’s name?”

“Jody.. You’ve met her before, I think.. At Thanksgiving last year,” I replied.

“Ahh, that’s right, she showed up after you left.. She’s your girlfriend, right?” He asked next and I shook my head.


“So, that isn’t your baby she’s carryin’?” He said sarcastically as if he already knew the answer and I sighed.


“..It is.. We’re just not together..”

“My nephew is goin’ to be a dad, huh?” I heard him scoff mockingly, “You’re too young for this shit already..” He advised.

“Not going to argue with you on that statement..” I replied.

“Let her rest. Come out here so I can talk to you,” he demanded, hearing him walk away from the doorway and I reluctantly listened, standing from the bed I sat on next to Jody and I followed my Uncle out of the room, shutting the door behind me quietly.


“Sit down,” he instructed, pointing over towards the dining table and I did as he told, walking through the living room and taking a seat within one of the wooden chairs. I sat there in silence, staring at the table top as I heard my Uncle looking for something in the kitchen and soon he walked over to join me, setting down an ashtray with his pack of cigarettes and he sat in the chair across from me. I listened to him light one of the cigarettes and he tossed the lighter on the table, listening to him take a long drag of it and let it out slowly as I still sat there in silence.


“We ever gunna talk about the elephant in the room?” He eventually spoke, but I didn’t answer him, “All right, I’ll start.. I saw what you did back there,” he continued and my eyes looked up, seeing him already looking at me and I grew nervous, “Didn’t know it was you at the time, but I saw it.”

My view then went back down to the table top, “I didn’t do that.. I-I mean, I didn’t know what I was doing.. It just.. It wasn’t me,” I replied.

“Just can’t help ourselves sometimes, right?” He added and I looked back up to him, seeing him giving a slight grin.

“I didn’t want to do that,” I tried to explain myself.


“Could’ve fooled me,” he answered and I scowled softly, “Anyways.. Tell me why you did that, wha’d she do to deserve it?” He asked and his tone seemed as if she was to blame in this without even hearing anything about her.

“She didn’t deserve it.. I already told you, I don’t know why I did it,” I replied and he scoffed.

“Come on, don’t give me that bullshit.. I’m not a fuckin’ cop or a psychiatrist or whatever they are, so just tell me straight..” He insisted, but I didn’t answer him, “You’re really going to give me the silent treatment like some pissed off broad? There’s obviously a reason you came here, you must’ve thought this was some kind of safe place for you to be, especially after what you did, am I right?” He questioned, but I couldn’t argue with what he had said.. He was right and he knew it.


“I’m not goin’ to turn you in, kid.. So, either start talkin’, or you can go into that room, take your little lady with you and get the fuck out of here,” he warned me, “Last chance.”

Reluctantly, that got me to talk, “She, uhm.. She’s a little unstable,” I replied, not wanting to go anywhere else, especially since I had nowhere to go, anyways, “I met her before the winter.. She seemed nice at first, I liked her a lot, but then she changed.. She showed me a side of her that I wasn’t ready for, a side that I hate and it was too much for me. She took advantage of me, had her way with me, got pregnant.. I can’t even remember how many times I’ve told her to stay away from me, but she won’t. It wasn’t until earlier today that I realized I wanted the baby, but she already said she won’t share custody with me.. It’s either I’m with her, or I’m not.. And if I’m not, I can forget about ever seeing my child,” I explained my situation, looking up to my Uncle and his expression seemed displeased.


“That little lady in there did all that to you?” He asked and I nodded, watching him take another long drag of his cigarette and he let it out slowly, “You should’ve hit her a little harder,” he said with a straight face, something I wanted to believe was a joke, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. Although my Uncle and I never have seen eye to eye on things and we never really got along, it felt good knowing that he cared enough to get angry about how she’s treated me.


“You really are an idiot though, you know that?” He began again and I sighed, knowing that us getting along was far too much to ask, “You’re pretty book smart, but you’re not a whole lot life smart, are you?” He asked rhetorically. 

“It’s not my fault.. I didn’t know she was this kind of person at first..”

“You need to learn how to read people better, that’s your downfall. Take me, for example. What kind of person do you think I am?” He questioned and I froze for a moment.

“I’d rather not..”

“Oh, come on.. Throughout all of these years you’ve known me, you’ve never been curious about anything? ..Suspicious?”

“Should I have had a reason to be?” I asked and he chuckled softly.

“You tell me,” he challenged and I could feel my heart beginning to race a little.


“Well.. I know exactly what kind of person you are, although I have always wondered something..” I admitted.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“What did you used to do for a living? ..Are you still doing it now?” I asked and I noticed him smirk slightly.

“That big old heart of yours wouldn’t be able to handle it.. After seeing what you did to your girl, and especially after witnessing how you had reacted after, you couldn’t handle knowing,” he belittled me and my anger rose. I hated being belittled, I had gotten enough of it from Jody and I had been putting up with it from my Uncle for far too long.

“..I’m stronger than you think.”


“Don’t make me laugh,” he mocked, “Tell me.. How did you feel before you bashed her over the head?” He wondered and I felt my heart plummet into my stomach, “Did you feel invigorated? Strong?”

“I don’t remember..” I lied, but the truth was I didn’t want to think about it.. I didn’t like how I had felt. 

“That’s a load of horse shit, tell me the truth.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Call me curious,” he egged on and I fell silent, “You can’t expect me to help you if you don’t give me some sort of insight as to why all of this happened, do you? I know you enjoyed it, you must’ve. You seemed like you wanted to do it, at least,” he assumed.

“I told you a thousand times already, I didn’t mean to do that.. I hate that it happened, I don’t even know why I did it,” I expressed with frustration.

“I didn’t ask how you feel about it now, I asked how you felt about doing it while you were doing it.. Big difference, kid,” he pointed out, but I still didn’t answer him. I hated feeling that amount of rage and I hated how I wasn’t able to have any control over myself..


“It felt good, didn’t it?” He asked and I watched him put his cigarette out. I didn’t know how to answer him, or maybe I didn’t want to.. He was wrong, though, it didn’t feel good.. At the time that everything was happening, it felt right, like it needed to be done, like it as supposed to happen, but that’s not to say that I liked it.

“Look,” he began again, “I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, nor are you the shiniest, but I know you’re smart enough to know what you want in your life and what you don’t, and clearly, she’s a good example of what you don’t want.. How do you expect me to help you when I know nothing about any of this, when all your doing is keeping your mouth shut and refusing to let me help you?”

“And why do you want to help me?” I asked, looking up to him with a grimace and he didn’t seem to like how I was acting.


“Listen, you little shit,” he grew angry, watching him lean on the table more towards me and I swallowed hard from his intimidating stare, “You came to my land, you came to my home, you brought that girl with you and it seemed like it was your plan all along to bring her out in the middle of nowhere to do what you did. You’re the one that got me involved.. Anywhere else, you’d be in fucking jail right now because you would’ve been seen because you were too stupid to come here.. But, you know what? You weren’t as stupid as I thought you’d be, you did come here, and you bashed that girl over the head out of anger, because you felt you needed to, yeah?” He guessed and I eventually nodded in agreement.


Finally some progress..” He expressed with frustration, “I can tell now that you didn’t like doing it.. But, you still did and you came here because you need my help and I want to help you.. I can’t let my nephew go to jail for something when he thought he was doing the right thing, now can I? You realize that what you did was assault and battery, maybe even attempted murder, right? I made a promise to look after you and make sure your stupid ass doesn’t get into any trouble.. You did good by coming here and you were right to think that I can help you, because I can.. I just need to know what you want to do about that broad lying in my bed, unconscious from you acting out on something you felt you needed to do, so the sooner you start talking, the better.. For both of us,” he warned and for the first time tonight, I felt that I should take down the wall I kept between us and get the help I had came for.


“All I want is my child.. I don’t care what happens to her, but it would be better if she wasn’t around to keep me from them,” I admitted, watching as his expression seemed a little surprised.

“Are you saying what I think your saying?” He asked and I didn’t even know what I meant by my words, though by the look in his eyes, he seemed a little excited.

“I don’t know, I just.. All that I’m saying is that she gave me two options. One, to be with her and the baby, or two, be with neither.. But, the option I want is one without the other and I know that won’t happen.. All this time she’s been stalking me, trying to stay as close to me as possible, but if I choose to not be with her, she’s going to go to every length to stay away from me and keep me from my baby.. I need to find another solution, one that doesn’t involve her..”

“..Like?” He asked curiously.

“That’s what I need you to help me with..”


“Tell me everything you can about her,” he began and I paid attention to his instructions, “I need to know every detail about what happened with her today, even if it doesn’t seem important, say it anyways.. I need to know who her family is, how close they are, anything they know about you.. I need to know who you talk to and who she knows about, everything, you understand?” He asked and I nodded.

“..What are you going to do with all of this information..?” I asked with a somewhat worried tone and he kept a straight face.

“I’ll let you know whenknow.. Also, every question that I ask, I need you to answer me honestly, you hear me?”

“Yes..” I agreed.

“Yes, what?” He demanded, hating when he always made me answer him properly.

“Yes, I understand..” I replied and he seemed satisfied.


It didn’t take me long to help catch him up on everything that’s happened between Jody and I.. I had told him the gist of things a little earlier, but since he had asked for more detail, that’s exactly what I gave him.. I told him how our first date went, how she acted, exactly what had happened and what she did to me the very next day, every incident with her brother, Thomas, the time I had gone to her ballet practice and she made a deal with me, and everything we talked about only hours prior to arriving here.. The only thing I had avoided talking about was Isaiah and the fact that we lived together.

“Does anyone know she came here with you? Anyone at all?”

“No, I don’t think so.. She lives in a Sorority house, but no one was home when we had stopped there for her to pack a bag..”

“Get me her cell phone, it’s most likely in her bag,” he instructed and I nodded, getting up out of the chair and searching her bag and he was right. I found her phone and brought it back over to him, letting him take it and he quickly looked through it.

“..What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Anyone who she might’ve called or texted today, letting them know that she was meeting up with you,” he replied and I grew slightly nervous.. I wanted to know what he was planning, but I decided to hold off on asking until this was all over with. I watched as he then handed me her phone back and I put it into my pocket for the time being and he continued on, “Good news is she didn’t call anyone at all today and no one called her, and her texts from today don’t mention or even hint at anything regarding you, but, is there anyone you think she might’ve told that she was meeting up with you today that she wouldn’t have contacted through means of her cell phone?”


“Maybe her brother.. That’s all that I can think of, though.. We’ve been trying to keep her pregnancy as secret as possible, I don’t think anyone knows that I’m the dad besides her brother, Kat, James and Is-” I stopped, knowing that my Uncle had no idea I was seeing a man and I knew he wouldn’t approve of such a thing.

“And..? Who else?” He questioned, knowing that I had to tell him the truth, no matter how much I didn’t want to, but I ended up going with what I had told Jody earlier.

“Isaiah.. My, uhm.. My roommate,” I lied, watching as his expression grew curious.

“Oh, he moved into the townhouse?”

“No, I, uh.. I moved out. I wanted to be closer to the center of town, so I rented a room he had vacant,” I explained and he seemed pleased enough with the answer I gave him to not question it anymore, deciding then to continue explaining where I lived, “It’s actually where she was today.. I live over a coffee shop and there’s a courtyard in the center that I can see from my balcony in the back. I noticed her sitting there in the morning, but at the time, I didn’t know it was her.. It wasn’t until later tonight when I went back out onto the balcony that I noticed she was still there and it finally dawned on me.. She was sitting there all day long.. I went down to the courtyard and that’s where we talked, argued rather, and that’s when I drove her up here..”


“That’s not good..” He mentioned with a sigh and I began to worry.

“W-What? Why?”

“How many people were in the courtyard with you?”

“I-I don’t know.. Now that I think about it, I don’t think there was anyone there besides us, as well as the barista’s that work at the shop.. They didn’t seem to really pay any attention to us.. Why does it matter?”

“Because then that’s a lead,” he pointed out, “It doesn’t matter if you think they didn’t notice you, they most likely did, and in this situation, you were the last one to be with Jody before she went missing,” he explained, but I quickly grew confused.

“Missing..? What do you mean?” I asked with worry.

“Ollie, what in the fuck do you plan to do with her now that she’s here? You bashed her over the head with a mug, I’m surprised she’s still alive.. Just take in all the possibilities. Whenever she wakes up, assume the worst, assume she remembers that you did it and it wasn’t simply her standing in the wrong place at the wrong time in order for something as distinct as the shape of a mug to fall onto her head..” He advised and I grew nervous all over again. He was right, what if she knows I did it? “And you know what? If she knows you did it, what makes you think she’s going to want to stay here? What makes you think she won’t go to the police and tell them what you did? It gives her more of a reason, too, to make you suffer and it gives her an excuse to keep your baby from you, especially knowing now that you attempted to murder her.. Therefore, now she’s a missing person, because you’re not really going to take her back home so she can just go straight to the police, now will you?” He asked and my hands started to shake. How did he have all of this planned out already? He seemed to know a great deal about this kind of thing and he knew exactly how to avoid it, making me ultimately think that this isn’t the first time he’s been in a situation like this..

“B-But.. What if she doesn’t know it was me?”

“Even still.. Do you really want everything to go back to the way it was?” He asked and I dropped my gaze, still trying to figure out what he meant by all of this, but I was still playing catch up. All of the information he wanted to know made me think we were going to murder her and dump her body somewhere, but even that seemed a little too far-fetched, even for my Uncle.. 

“Then what exactly are you saying?” I asked, looking back up to him.

“We need to keep her here.. At least until the baby is born..” He advised and my eyes widened, adrenaline running through my veins as well as shock and worry.


“N-No..” I expressed, standing from the chair and slowly stepping away from the table, “No, I can’t just kidnap her and hold her hostage!” I expressed in a panic, “And where the hell do you expect her to have the baby? Here!?

“Will you keep your fucking voice down?” He expressed angrily, “If she hears a word of any of this, she’s going to make it a whole lot more difficult to keep her here..”

“We’re not keeping her here! We can’t!

“We have to because we don’t have a choice thanks to your actions, you fucking genius!” He spoke sarcastically with anger, “Even if we acted as if everything were fine, don’t you think she’d want to go home at some point? Do you really want to let her? Do you really want to let her get away with everything that she’s done to you? If everything you told me is true, you can be sure that that girl hasn’t even shown you what kind of hell she can truly bring. Once that baby is born, it’s going to get worse before it gets better and I know you know that.. She’s going to make you want to do things far worse than just hitting her over the head with a mug,” he warned and it was still so hard to even fathom any of this.. “I know this isn’t something you want, but what’s done is done, there’s no going back now, not anymore.. The sooner you get on board with this, the better it’ll be.”


“How the hell can this be good in any sense, let alone better?! Nothing about this is okay!” I continued to panic, beginning to pace around the room as I talked out loud, “I’m not a murderer, I’m not a kidnapper, and I’m definitely not strong enough to do any of this.. I can’t do it!” I brought my hands to my head, gripping my hair and I couldn’t handle any of this anymore.. I can’t keep this from Isaiah, he can read me better than anyone and the moment I see him, it’ll all be over.. He’ll know something’s wrong.. My eyes then caught sight of my Uncle’s clock and I panicked even more, the fact that I wasn’t home when he got home two hours ago will be enough to make him worry and there’s no avoiding it now.. How am I going to explain all of this to him? Should I even try to? What would he think..? I knew he wouldn’t be okay with it, he was too kind of a person to accept me treating someone like this, even Jody.. No one deserves this kind of treatment.. He’d think I was some kind of a monster..


“Ollie..” I heard my Uncle trying to get my attention, hearing him walk over to me and I felt his hand on my shoulder, “You’re thinkin’ too much.. You need to calm down, kid, unless you want another episode like earlier,” he warned, removing my hands from gripping my hair slowly and realizing that that was the last thing I wanted.. “Look, I got a plan.. It still needs some kinks worked out, but.. We could keep her here until the baby is born.. You could deliver it since you have medical training and you don’t have to do anything, I can take care of the rest. I can get rid of her for you nice and easy, no mess, she doesn’t have to feel anything, you don’t have to watch.. You can just deliver your baby and spend as much time with it as you want while I do my part.. I can make it so nothing will happen to you, none of this will come back to you,” he explained, but just the thought of the amount of blood and other bodily fluids I’d need to be in contact with during the process made my head spin and my stomach twist like a tornado.


“S-Stop.. I-I think.. I think I’m going to be sick..” I replied quietly, staggering to the back door quickly and opening it, walking off of the small back deck and I stumbled into the grass, feeling something coming up and I vomited behind a bush near the house. I couldn’t do this.. No matter how much it made sense, no matter how much it didn’t, I couldn’t do anything my Uncle was suggesting. I wasn’t as strong as I had thought, I couldn’t bring myself to cause anymore harm than I already have.. My body could barely handle all of the emotions I felt and throwing up was the only thing that made me feel even the slightest bit better. 


After wiping my mouth, feeling myself going cold and even noticing my skin turning the slightest bit pale through the darkness of the night, all I could think about was Isaiah.. I wanted to call him, but I didn’t have my cell phone with me, and what would I tell him even if I did call him? That I found Jody stalking me from outside of our home? That I had coaxed her into leaving town with me to be alone with her? To bring her to the middle of nowhere so I could attempt to murder her and I needed my Uncle’s help in order to eventually do that, according to his plan? I knew for sure that I couldn’t tell him the truth, but maybe whenever I left here, I would have thought of a good enough excuse to give him on the way home.. But what kept me from thinking of one now? Maybe I could just tell him that I needed to help my Uncle with something, that it was a family emergency.. But, then he’d ask what the emergency was and I knew that was when I would choke up.. He’d wonder why I hadn’t at least left him a note and I couldn’t think of an excuse for that, either.. 


I walked towards the steps leading up to the deck behind the house, taking a seat and I continued to ponder what the hell I was going to do.. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I couldn’t tell him the whole truth.. Maybe I could just do what I’ve been doing and just leave some parts out..? That’s not outright lying, is it? It’s just.. Withholding certain information.. I needed to do something, though.. I could use my Uncle’s phone to call him, at least just to let him know that I was okay, but I couldn’t do that without him asking a million questions and the moment I would hear the longing in his voice, it would make me break down even more than I already have. I’d much rather be home, lying in bed with him, feeling him holding me as we both drifted off to sleep.. I yearned for it.. 


After I had regained what little composure I could, I stood from the step that I sat upon, slowly walking up them onto the back deck but before I went inside, I heard my Uncle inside talking to someone. I peaked through the window on the door and it wasn’t Jody he was talking to, but he was on the phone with someone.. I couldn’t make out the exact words he was saying, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about exactly who he was talking to, and about what.. 


I went for the doorknob, turning it as quietly as I could and I opened the door to come in, now able to hear what he was saying..

“-and I know we haven’t talked in a long time, but I just wanted to let you know that I might need your help with something..” He paused for a moment, assuming he was listening to who was on the other line and I continued to listen without him noticing me, “Look, I know what he did to get you involved and I can’t say that I still don’t hold a grudge, but you owe me..” He continued, looking over his shoulder and he finally noticed me standing there, “I gotta go..” He exclaimed, pulling the phone away from his ear and hanging up on whoever he was talking to.


I shut the door behind me and he acted as if he hadn’t done anything wrong, “Who were you talking to..?” I asked.

“None of your damn business..”

“I think it is my business.. Based on what I overheard..”

“You mean eavesdropped on?”

“..Was it my Dad?” I asked and he chuckled.

“You honestly think your Dad would talk to me? I haven’t heard from him for as long as you have,” he replied, but something told me that that was a lie.


“You can really stand there and tell me you haven’t talked to him when he put me in your care? He doesn’t even care enough to know how I’m doing?”

“Drop it, kid.. You have enough to worry about as it is, no need thinking about something that doesn’t need to be worried about,” he pushed me off the subject, but I didn’t want to let it go.

“I know you’re lying..”

“Do you now? All of a sudden, after I told you that you need to learn to read people better, you think you can read me just like that? Get over yourself and start thinking about the shit you already have in your hands.”

“I grew up with you.. Surprisingly, I did actually pay attention to how you acted. You and Kat are family and you’re the only two I’ve known the longest to be able to say that when I know how you act, I do know..”

“You don’t know shit.. Now drop the damn subject or I won’t help you anymore,” he warned.

“I know that you try to avoid touchy subjects when you’re lying,” I pointed out and I knew he was growing angry, “At least just tell me who you were talking to.. It makes me a little worried seeing you on the phone with someone asking for favors right after I got here..” I expressed and he sighed heavily.

“You wanna know who I was talking to? I was talking to an old friend.. One that used to do jobs with me.. His name’s Ezra,” he confessed and I thought for a moment.. I knew I had heard that name before, but when? ..Where?


My eyes suddenly widened in surprise, recalling my father talking to someone named Ezra the night he had dropped me off at Aunt Nina’s and the night that he.. No, I couldn’t think about it, I wouldn’t let myself.. 

“So you do know who I’m talking about..” He realized and I nodded.

“Yeah.. I do.. I remember being at the bookstore and my Dad was talking to Ezra on the phone.. He’s the one that was watching you and my mom, right..?” I asked.

“Yup..” He answered simply, though I could tell in his expression that he was a little bothered by the subject. 

“..Why would you want to talk to him?”

“Because, even despite him going behind my back under my brother’s wing, he’s good at what he does and whenever this shit takes a turn for the worse, I need him to help me.”


“You make it sound like something bad will happen..”

“Well, won’t it? Have you come to terms yet with what needs to be done?” He questioned and I shook my head.

“No.. I never will. You’re asking me to do something that I can’t.”

“You seemed to be fully capable in the driveway earlier,” he practically rubbed in, but I cringed at the thought of it.

“Please, don’t remind me..” I requested and he didn’t continue.


I stepped closer towards him more into the kitchen, my view meeting the floor as I contemplated trying one more time to get information out of him, “Can I just, please, ask you a question and can I ask that you’ll be honest?” I asked, my view coming up and he sighed heavily.

“Look, kid.. I don’t know where your Dad is, I don’t even know if he’s still alive, so just drop the fucking subject, will you?” He stressed.

“Actually, I just.. I really want to know if you truly haven’t talked to my Dad ever since that one night..? Has he really never tried to contact you?” I asked with a sense of longing and I knew my Uncle could tell that it still troubled me.

“You just can’t put this shit behind you, can you?” He asked rhetorically with frustration.

“I won’t.. I’ve been left in the dark all these years.. I think I deserve to know,” I replied, seeing him look to me and he seemed to be trying to read me, but I held my determination as I looked back at him.


“Fine..” He replied and a sense of both excitement as well as worry consumed me and I was eager to hear him continue, “He’s contacted me a handful of times.. Usually only once every few years,” he replied and my heart was lifted in an instant.

“W-What does he talk to you about?” I asked anxiously and I could tell my Uncle was still reluctant to talk about it.

“You,” he replied and I watched as he walked over to the dining table, taking a seat within one of the chairs and I quickly walked over to join him, sitting in one of the chairs as well and I was practically sitting on the edge of my seat.


“What about me?” I asked eagerly.

“He just wants to know what you’re up to, how school is going and what not.. But, since we aren’t that close, there isn’t much I can tell him.”

“Well, tell him that I’m doing good in school and that I’m thinking about starting my residency in August! Tell him that I’m having a baby and that he’s going to be a grandfather, and tell him-”

“Whoa, whoa, kid.. I said that he calls once every couple of years, not every fuckin’ year or once every few months.. I never know when he’s going to call, either.”

“B-But.. Don’t you have his number? Maybe I could just call him myself and-” I stopped, hearing my Uncle laugh as if I had just told a good joke.

“You think it’s just that easy? Whenever he does call, it’s from a different number every single time, or even a number that’s blocked and can’t be traced. Have you forgotten that he’s a wanted man charged with murder?” He questioned and I sighed softly to myself. 


“Isn’t there a way that you two could get into contact? What if something bad happened to me? What if I got into a car accident or something and died, would he just never know until the next time he calls? There has to be a way..” I replied, looking back up to my Uncle and I didn’t like the expression he held.

“Sorry, Ollie.. I wish I could give you a better answer, I really do..” He replied and I knew now that he was telling the truth, or maybe he was just that good at lying. 


I couldn’t help it.. As much as I hated crying in front of my Uncle of all people, I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes and fell down my cheeks. 

“Ahh, Jesus.. See? This is why I wanted to leave shit where it stood..” My Uncle expressed as I dropped my head down onto my arm to hide my tears that I already knew he saw, “You’re too fuckin’ fragile, kid.. Crying doesn’t change anything, so stop doin’ it,” he continued, feeling his hand touch the back of my head and he tried to comfort me the best I knew a man like him was capable of doing.. I was broken. I was the most lost that I could ever be and nothing that I needed was here to help.. Not Isaiah, not my Dad.. The closest thing I had for help was someone that I despised my entire life and I doubted it was going to be good enough. I was happy knowing that my Dad still cared and worried about me, but I’d much rather hear it from him myself than hear it from my Uncle. 


“Listen, Ollie.. I know you’re feeling a lot right now and you’re going through a lot that I wish we could avoid, but you gotta buck the fuck up and focus on what’s ahead of you. I know missing your Dad is hard to get passed, but you got a lot of other more important things to worry about right now.. Like that girl in the other room and your kid. Do your best to collect yourself so we can talk more about this, all right?” He encouraged, feeling him remove his hand from my head and I still hid my face in my arm, “Now.. Wipe the tears off your face and take a breath.. Tell me what you told her to get her to come out here with you,” he instructed.

It took me a few minutes to fully calm down, sniffling my runny nose after my tears had stopped and I wiped my face dry with the sleeve of my shirt, “She, uhm.. She wanted to talk more somewhere else, somewhere more private, and I wanted to get her away from my home, as far away as I could and the first place I thought of was here.. I told her it was a family owned cabin, not your house.. I told her we would have the place to ourselves and we could stay there as long as she wanted.. I don’t know why I told her that.. Maybe I was just trying to get her alone in order to be able to do what I did, I-I don’t know..” I replied.


“Well.. I’ll tell you what.. I’ll let you borrow my place,” he offered and I looked to him in slight confusion, “I’ll be gone before she wakes up. If she doesn’t remember what happened and she thinks it wasn’t you who knocked her out, then just try to keep her here, keep her happy.. I know it’ll be difficult, but you need to try. Make her think that you want this, it’ll all turn out a lot better if you can keep it up, just until the baby is born.. But, if she remembers that it was you, or if she even suspects it was, I need you to call me and I’ll come back to help you. It’s going to be difficult to keep her here, but you need to, do you understand?” He asked and I fell silent. Why was he still talking as if killing her was an option? 

“I don’t want her dead.. I just want my child, I want a normal life, one where I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder or feeling her breathing down my neck.. I can’t do what your asking,” I replied.

“Ollie, the only way that you’ll get all of those things is if she isn’t here anymore.. I told you that girls like her never change, they only get worse. Her giving you an ultimatum isn’t fair, her keeping your child from you isn’t fair.. How long has she been in control of you? How much longer are you going to let her keep that control? If you don’t want to be with her, but you want to be with someone else, what makes you think that she’ll spare them from all of this chaos? You won’t be the only target anymore, do you understand?” He questioned and it made me worry even more, my Uncle unaware that I was already with someone that I loved and the fact that Jody has already threatened him.. It only convinced me more that maybe he was right about all of this.. I needed to do what he said in order to keep Isaiah safe from all of this.


“Okay..” I finally agreed.

“Okay, what?” He asked.

“I’ll try to keep her here.. And I’ll call you if anything happens.. However,” I challenged and he didn’t say anything so he could hear me out, “She seemed genuine earlier, like she actually meant the apology she gave me.. She said she wanted to put our differences aside for the sake of the baby, and although she gave me the ultimatum, I’d still like to take this time in trying to convince her to not keep me from them.. I want to give her the chance to be a decent person and prove to me that she’s changed before you take matters into your own hands, all right?” I stated, hearing him scoff mockingly towards me.

“She’s just going to walk all over you and wrap you around her little finger.. I don’t want you to be fooled by the deceitful jackal that I can tell she is.. It blows my fucking mind that you even want to give her this chance after everything she’s done to you,” he said with aggravation. 

“It’s my problem.. It’s my call. I’m asking you for help, not to completely take over the reigns. Nothing happens to her unless I say so,” I made myself clear once again and I watched as a grin formed on his lips.

“All right, tough guy, you win.. I’m going to grab a few of my things before I leave, I suggest you get some rest.. You’ve had a long day,” he suggested and I nodded.

“I will..” I replied watching as he stood from the table and I heard him go into the other room to gather a few of his things.


I listened as he went through a few drawers and grabbed some clothes, still sitting at the table as I waited for him to leave. I heard him then heading for the door and I looked behind me, seeing him holding a bag of his own and I stopped him before he left, “Uncle Gareth..” I said softly, seeing him stop and he looked to me before he walked out the door, “Thank you for helping me.. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it, kid. Keep me informed on what’s going on, and you better fucking call me if shit gets too out of hand. I want you to think about everything I’ve told you, too, while I’m gone.. Get used to the idea of things possibly going south, understand?”

“..I do.. And I will.”

“And clean the mug you hit her with, make sure there’s no blood on it,” he advised.

“I will..” I answered, seeing him nod and he opened the door, leaving his home in my care and once the door shut behind him, I faced the table again and I sat there by myself in silence.


As I sat there alone, hearing my Uncle’s car start from outside and hearing it pulling away, I knew that I was alone again. I tried to do as he asked, to think about what could be ahead of us if things went sour, but what extent could it possibly go to..? If I was forced to keep her here, how would she react whenever her water broke and I would refuse to take her to the hospital? Would I even be able to refuse it? What would happen after the baby was born..? If we went through with what my Uncle had said, how would I be able to bring a baby home to Isaiah without him asking questions? With as much medical training I had, reading books and attending school, I still didn’t have the hands-on experience.. I didn’t know how to deliver a baby.. No matter how many videos I’d watch or things I could read, it just wasn’t the same as actually being there and doing it myself.. I didn’t think I was strong enough to do something like that. 


I couldn’t think about it anymore.. Not tonight, at least.. I figured I should get some rest, maybe shut my eyes for a little while, but how could I sleep? I glanced over at my Uncle’s clock on the wall again and it read just passed midnight.. I couldn’t help but wonder what Isaiah was doing, wondering if I should perhaps call him using Jody’s phone now that my Uncle was gone and I couldn’t use his, but that was stupid.. I shouldn’t use hers, especially to call him with.. He’d only ask more questions, why I was using someone else’s phone and he’d ask who’s it was, but I couldn’t tell him. I felt so lost.. I couldn’t do anything I wanted to. I could only do the things I needed to do and that wasn’t to call Isaiah, but to focus all of myself on Jody.. I got myself into this mess, it’s all my fault and I’m the only one that can get myself out of this shithole.. 


I finally stood from the table after sulking to myself for another ten minutes or so, making my way over to my Uncle’s bedroom door and I opened it slowly and quietly, seeing Jody still unconscious lying on his bed and I wondered if the bandage he had put over her wound on her head was still bleeding or if it had stopped.. I wanted to look, yet I couldn’t.. But, maybe I should check tomorrow, just in case.. I could replace her bandage after the blood had dried and I could tend to her wound then.. I stared at her, hearing her breathing steadily, sleeping like a princess waiting to be awoken from the kiss of a prince, but.. I was no prince.. I was the villain.. I was the one that caused this. 


I shut the door quietly and climbed into bed with her, lying down slowly and I brought my hand to her growing belly, caressing it softly as I began to try and think about better things.. I wondered what gender the baby was, trying to decipher if it was a girl, I might need to teach her about art or science, or even like Kat, dancing.. Maybe even need to buy her Barbie’s and pony figurines.. But, if it was a boy, I contemplated showing him things like sports, like rugby or hockey, and maybe what action figures I would buy him in the future.. Either way, I didn’t care.. I’d be happy with whatever gender the baby was, all that I knew was that this whole experience made me want them more and I’d go to every extent that I could just to make them happy.. I knew that earlier in the day, when I was arguing with Kat, that I didn’t care, I could’ve cared less, but Kat’s speech, as well as everything Jody has put me through, had made me want them to have the best of anything.. Of everything.. And I’d stop at nothing to provide it and be a part of it.


I lifted my hand from Jody’s growing belly, bringing it up to her face and I touched the skin of her soft cheek, “Jody..?” I tried to wake her, pulling her face a little towards me, but no response.. She was still out cold.. I figured as much, but it was still worth a try.. I didn’t know how much longer she’d be out, she could have a concussion for all I knew, but I had no way of telling for sure. I briefly contemplated taking her to the hospital, mostly only for the sake of the baby, but my Uncle’s words repeated in my head over and over every time I thought it..

“Keep her here.. Keep her here..” 

But.. Would she even wake up..? What if I had put her into a coma?


No.. I couldn’t think like that.. I needed to sleep.. I shut my eyes, my hand remaining upon Jody and I slid it down to her belly once more, trying to hold my child more than hold her and I felt at ease for the moment, still trying to keep positive despite the situation I was in.. I think I could possibly manage sneaking away tomorrow, even if she was awake or not.. I needed to.. I could tell her that I need to go into the nearest town to get some supplies or groceries, then I’d take that time to go home to Isaiah.. The nearest grocery store, if you could even call it that, was about an hour away from the cabin.. It wasn’t as if she knew the area either, so no matter how much time I would take, she’d never know the difference.. I’ll see if she wakes up tomorrow morning, and if she does, I’ll try to spend the day with her, then I’ll make an excuse to leave and I’ll go see him.. Without my phone, I was lost.. I’d be much better with it, I could then at least still talk to Isaiah and tell him how I was doing without making him worry..


I’ll stick with my original plan, I’ll tell him that I had family issues and that my Uncle needs my help, so I’ll need to come back here, in the end.. I just hope that he doesn’t see through me, I’ll hope that he’ll be understanding like he always is and I’ll hope that I can come back to uphold to the plan that my Uncle and I have for Jody.. But, still.. What the hell was the plan for all of this..? I was still unable to grasp it.. I almost wanted to be more like my Uncle.. A strong, unwavered man that could take this kind of stuff with a grain of salt and nothing more, getting passed the bitter taste at first, but something like this, I felt, would always stick to my tongue.. No matter how much I wanted to get used to it.. How did he do it? ..How was going to be able to do it?


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Generation 4, Chapter 11, Pt 2/3


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? Your 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 anything and 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?” 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 queer 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 next to her head against the wall and I stepped away, putting my back towards her.


“It really would be a shame is 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.


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, that’s about it, my favorite mug to have coffee in the morning,” 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 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 Mommy got hurt.. T-Thank God.. Thank God you’re okay.. I-I.. I don’t.. I don’t know what happened.. I’m so sorry..” I spoke, my voice unstable and quiet, my breathing hitched and staggered as I let the relief consume me and 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. 

Next Chapter, Part 3 |

Generation 4, Chapter 5


The past few weeks have been worse than I imagined they’d be.. I haven’t told anyone about what had happened, yet.. I was embarrassed, scared, and unsure if anyone would even believe me. Jody’s been trying to get together again, but I’ve been ignoring her, and when I couldn’t ignore her, I’d tell her I was sick, or just unable to do anything.. I meant it when I came to the conclusion that I wanted nothing to do with her anymore, but I can say that she felt the exact opposite and it was beginning to get a little suffocating. 


We didn’t have class today on account of it being Thanksgiving, and I didn’t want anything to do with his Holiday, either. A few weeks ago, Kat and I had a huge fight and even despite me telling her that I would never sit down at a dinner table with my Uncle ever again, she still insisted that I be here. I wasn’t on speaking terms with her, I’ve barely said a word to her since our argument, but she’s still been as bossy as ever, just minus her sweet, protective side towards me. She could care less right now, but that might just be because she’s trying to remain strong and not give in to apologizing to me, yet, I was doing the exact same thing. Just like everyone else in our family, her and I truly were stubborn people.


I stood in James’ room, looking out one of his windows as I spaced out and I jumped suddenly when I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Whoa! Jeez.. You’ve been really jumpy ever since you and Kat got into it.. I know I keep asking you, but are you okay?” He asked, looking to him and I calmed down a little, soon nodding and turning my attention back out the window. “Are you just on edge a lot now since Kat’s Dad is coming?” He continued and I stared out the window. I didn’t reply to him, my mind was too focused and I kept my eyes on the street below, hoping that I wouldn’t see my Uncle and Camilla pulling up anytime soon. Even though I was still a little mad at Kat, she wasn’t the one that my mind has been unable to block out and forget.”..Oliver?”

“What?” I asked abruptly, looking back at him and his expression was a little worrisome.

“Sorry.. I know it’s not any of my business, but.. I know the whole situation.. Don’t be mad at Kat for telling me, but, she just didn’t want me left in the dark and she told me to kind of be ready for confrontation..”

“And that’s exactly why I won’t be here, so none of that happens,” I replied, turning my attention back to the window.


“Are you sure that leaving is the best option? Maybe we can just have a nice dinner and then he’ll leave and that’ll be it, you know? Can’t you just ignore the guy for a few hours? I mean, Camilla’s coming home for a few days only and it’s been a long time, shouldn’t you be here for her?” He asked and I was getting sick of his questions, but I tried hard not to snap at him.

“She’ll be here after today, so why can’t I spend time with her tomorrow? Or the next day?” I rebutted.

“You know what I mean.. It’s a ‘family’ day..”

“Yeah, then why are you here?” I asked, but the moment those words came out of my mouth, I regretted them instantly.


I turned around, facing James and my expression was apologetic, “Look, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean that, you are family to me..” I replied and I watched as he accepted my apology with a nod, “It’s just.. I don’t consider him my family anymore and I haven’t for a long time. He’s nothing to me,” I continued, looking to James standing in front of a mirror and he adjusted his formal attire for the occasion.

“Then why are you so worried about it? Leave what’s in the past in the past, huh?” He offered, “I know you’re mad at Kat, but do it for her, and do it for Camilla.. Plus, we already have Kat and Camilla to watch and make sure they don’t get at each other’s throats,” he added with a soft chuckle and I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to, I didn’t want any part of this, but I hated to admit that James was right.. 


“I’m not guaranteeing anything, all that I’m going to say is that if I can’t take it anymore and I leave, I suggest you do that same..” I warned.

“What? Why..?” He asked, looking at me through the mirror.

“Are you serious? This is the first time you’re meeting my Uncle.. You’re a male roommate who lives with both of his daughters. Who the hell do you think he’ll vent his anger to next if I leave?” I asked sarcastically and I watched as James’ expression went more nervous than it was before.

“Well.. I might just take you up on that, then..” He replied and I chuckled, facing the window again.


When James was ready, we went downstairs to the dining room and Kat was rushing around in the kitchen, trying to get everything ready and I pitied her for how frantic and rushed she felt she needed to be to impress someone as simple and uncaring as my Uncle. James had offered to help her a few times, but she said she had it under control, so he didn’t bother her anymore.. From where I stood, I could still keep a good watch out the windows and I’d know when they would arrive, but James disrupted my staring when he stepped up to me. “Want a beer or anything to calm down a little?” He offered and I shook my head.


“No.. If anything’s going to happen I need my mind to be clear..” I replied and I heard him scoff lightly.

“Man, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re asking for a fight tonight with that attitude,” he answered and I looked to him, then back to the window.

“I just want to be ready..” I replied, seeing him leave my side out of the corner of my eye and he went back to the kitchen with Kat. Maybe if I decided to leave, then is when I would need a beer or two, maybe even something with a little more kick..


The wait was about half an hour, but I finally saw them pull up in my Uncle’s car, driving passed our place and he went around the corner to park. My heart started racing and I tried to take a few deep, collected breaths, but it was hard to focus when I knew they were here, and I knew who was going to be walking through that door any second. I looked to the kitchen, seeing both Kat and James distracted and I went through the dining room and upstairs, avoiding being the one to answer the door and I went to the living area, turning the television on and acting as if I had been here the whole time. I sat there in anticipation, not paying attention to anything on the screen and I waited, and I listened.. 


A few minutes after sitting within the living area, I heard the door being opened downstairs from Camilla getting the door herself and I listened as James was the first to greet her, knowing Kat didn’t give any kind of care that Camilla was here, she was just waiting for her father to come in before she showed any sign of acknowledgment that they had arrived. “Hey! Long time no see! How was France?” I could hear James asking Camilla and she responded with an excited tone, but I couldn’t make out her words because she had such a quiet and soft spoken voice. When I heard the door shut, I knew that my Uncle was right behind Camilla, though he made no effort into alerting anyone that he was there, but I knew because Kat finally came out of the kitchen..


“Dad! I’m so glad you could make it!” She called out and I’m sure she greeted him with a large hug that he didn’t even want. I heard another soft voice, assuming it was Camilla and Kat answered, “I don’t know.. He’s probably still upstairs..” She replied, knowing that Camilla was wondering where I was. I knew Kat wouldn’t greet Camilla with such excitement as she did for her father, brushing her off like she was nothing and I then heard her paying attention to her Dad, but footsteps on the stairs kept me from hearing their exact words.. If I were to guess, I’d say she was introducing James to her Dad.


Just the thought of knowing he was here, just a staircase away, made my stomach turn into knots.. “Ollie?” I heard the sweet, soft voice of my sister and I looked up, seeing her standing in the doorway of the living room and the smile on her face almost made me completely forget that my Uncle was here.

“Camilla,” I said with a smile of my own, standing from the couch and we met each other half way with a large, warm hug.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so, so much..” She began and I pulled her in tighter.

“I missed you more, sis,” I replied, finally letting go of one another.

“Wow..” She began, giggling softly as she looked at me, “You’re hair has gotten so long since I last saw you!” She said with a wide smile and I nodded.

“So has yours,” I replied, “You look a lot more mature with longer hair.. Are you sure you’re only eighteen?” I joked and she laughed more, pulling me into another much needed hug and we remained like that for a few more seconds, but eventually pulled away again. “Come here, tell me about your first year abroad,” I said with a smile and she nodded, following my gesture for her to join me in the living room and she sat with me on the couch.

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“Spill it..” I began, seeing her cheeks flush a little and she laughed off my words.

“Spill what?”

“Oh, come on.. Don’t tell me that in the most romantic place in the world, you haven’t found a guy there yet that sweeps you off your feet,” I continued and she kept her large smile she couldn’t hide.

“Fine, you got me.. His name’s Leon.. I met him in Geneva when I was on my way to Switzerland,” she replied with a bashful tone and I kept the smile I held.

“Yeah, I knew it..” I confirmed, “But, how was the first year out there? Was it good?”

“Yeah, definitely.. I’m learning so much.. I think I actually want to be a teacher, or a translator of sorts.. I actually invited Leon to come back with me to meet my family, but he couldn’t make it,” she replied and I nodded.

“Well, that’s too bad.. But, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.. You deserve to be somewhere you love to be, especially with someone you like,” I answered and she continued her smile as she nodded in thanks.


“What about you? How have you been?” She asked next and I couldn’t help but shrug. 

“Nothing new to report.. Still same old me..” I replied, though I don’t think I sounded as convincing as I would’ve liked to.

“Well.. How are classes going? Still straight A’s, I hope?” She implied and I nodded.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about there,” I confirmed, sending another smirk her way and she seemed convinced enough to stop prying.

“What about a girl? Have you met anyone since we last talked on the phone?” She asked and my smirk slowly faded, unsure of how to answer her, though I thought it would be best if I just acted as if nothing at all had happened since I had last spoken with her.. As far as I was concerned, I was determined to not let Jody force herself into my life, and the first thing to do to achieve that was not even acknowledge that we were dating anymore, if you could even call that short amount of time ‘dating’..

“Nope.. Just me, still..” I replied with a pathetic grin, seeing her face turn a little less happy than it was, but before she could continue to ask questions about it, we both heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart began to race.


I could hear the footsteps approaching the living area and just based on the sound of their pace, I could tell it was my Uncle.. His slight limp was always a dead giveaway. He soon came into our sights and Camilla rose from the couch, going to him in a slightly panicked manner, “Dad, you shouldn’t use the stairs without your cane, you could’ve gotten hurt,” she said softly, taking her luggage that he had brought up with him as a nice gesture and he brushed off her worry.

“I got my knee replaced, not my hips..” He replied sarcastically, “I’m still able use stairs.”

“Well, okay.. But at least let me take this to my room, I don’t want you to go up two more flights, alright?” She replied and he nodded.


“Thanks, doll,” he answered and she smiled as he put his hand to the back of her head and pulled her in so his lips met her forehead. My stomach turned even more knowing that he probably didn’t mean his kind words and gestures towards her, putting up a front, but I knew who he really was.. I saw passed his bullshit and I’ll never let myself be fooled like that again. His questionably loving gesture towards her even made me a little angry and I felt bad for Kat.. Never have I ever seen him show her as much love as he does for Camilla. Was it because she came from my mother and not Aunt Nina? Either way, I still didn’t like how he treated both of them.. I was always bothered, too, by how Camilla could accept my Uncle as her father.. Even though he was her real father, I didn’t like how she completely ignored the fact that my dad was the one that took care of her from the moment she was born until she was almost four, but it’s as if she completely forgot about him or blocked him out of her life after he had left, and she accepted her real father to call ‘dad’, even when he was never there for her like my father was.. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, about how she might not even remember enough of my father to label him her Dad, but whatever the reason, I still hated how quickly she warmed up to him after our mom and my dad were gone..


After Camilla had begun walking up the stairs, my Uncle looked towards the living area and his brown eyes met my blues, watching as the side of his mouth lifted into a slight smirk and I didn’t like the look on his face.. Then again, I never really did..

He stepped into the living area slowly and he stopped just before the couch, “Are you going to stand and greet me like a man, or are you going to sit there and pout?” He began, still holding his disputably innocent smirk and I sighed heavily, making sure he knew that I didn’t want to before I stood to my feet and I stepped up to him.


He stuck out his hand and I reluctantly shook it with my own, “It’s been a few years.. It’s good to see you,” he continued, though I knew that that was a lie.

“I wish I could say the same,” I replied and quickly removed my hand from his, hearing him chuckle and he was amused by my behavior. 


I watched his hand then reach up towards my hair, “Look at this mop on your head..” He continued, but I pushed his hand away abruptly before he could touch me and he chuckled again, “Your father would be disappointed to see you looking so.. Well, unkempt.. You should consider a haircut,” he insisted and I kept my stern expression.

“I could say the same for you.. And if you haven’t noticed, he hasn’t exactly been around much lately, so how would you even know?” I asked sarcastically and I didn’t enjoy how long he kept up that annoying grin of his. It was obvious that he enjoyed messing with me, but I was far from enthused.


My Uncle stepped over towards the couch and sat down slowly, minding his knee and he then gestured towards the seat next to him, “Sit down and talk to me for a little bit, it’s not often I get to see my nephew,” he insisted, my eyes looking to the couch and I sighed heavily like I did before, slowly going to the couch and I sat the furthest that I could away from him. I kept my eyes on the television, wanting to go downstairs where James and Kat were, but I couldn’t exactly ignore my Uncle, no matter how much I wanted to. “So, how’s college?” He began.

“Fine..” I replied blandly.

“Wow, hold back that enthusiasm of yours a little more, will you?” He asked sarcastically and I didn’t say anything, “Are you ever going to grow up and get passed all of this, or are you going to hold a grudge forever?” He asked next and my eyes went around the room aimlessly instead of at the television. I didn’t want to talk about this now, and especially not with him.