Chapter 34

L&APB - Chapter 34 


| Courtney |


“I forbid it!” my mother shouted suddenly, screaming even though I was standing right in front of her. “I won’t allow you to ruin your life like that”

"My life has been ruined for years now, we all know that" I muttered harshly.

All of them looked off in different directions, no one even bothering to disagree. Yes, I was to blame for my own decisions. But some things just weren’t under my control, and I refused to pretend that they were any longer.

"Regardless of the past" my mother sped forward, speaking quickly. "You honestly believe getting married, at eighteen, is gonna solve all your problems?"

"Of course not" I surprised myself by laughing, so effortlessly that it rung loud and clear. "But it is a start"

"I think I’m gonna be sick" Tracy mumbled in disgust, leaning over towards the floor.

"Go ahead" I shrugged, not feeling the slightest bit sympathetic. Still smiling, I turned back towards my mother. "I’m gonna go pack a few things"

"Please don’t do this" my mothers shrill voice called after me, almost frantic with fear. "Please think about what you’re doing"

I paused midstep, rotating my body so that I could look at her. “I just thought about it, and I’m still getting married.”

"Courtney!" she shouted after me, angered by my response. "Courtney!"

Despite what anyone else thought, I was happy with my plans to get married. And even if they didn’t go through, I just wanted to be with Omar. All day, and all night. He made me happy, made me smile. I was already jittery at the idea of seeing him as I packed my things.

"One daughter about to have a baby, and the other racing to get married" I heard my mother grumble as I made my way back downstairs. "You two are gonna run me ragged, how am I supposed to pay for—"

"Don’t worry mom, Omar’s parents can pay for everything" I assured her sweetly, kissing her on the cheek. It was the only thing I could think to say, even though an actual wedding date was the last thing on my mind.

I just wanted to be with someone who would show me a little bit of attention. Someone who would tell me they loved me, and actually mean it.

"I guess I’ll see you……when I see you?" the corners of my mouth pulled upwards in a smile. I didn’t have an answer as to when I’d be back, and that was perfectly fine with me.


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| Chris |

"Are you gonna tell me what this is about or are we just gonna sit here?" Mijo asked pointedly, taking a swig from the soda can in front of him.

"I just wanna go home" was the best excuse I could muster, shrugging my shoulders.

His eyes narrowed, expression smug. “So this isn’t about the bitch that used to be in your class?”

One word in his sentence made my blood start to boil, made my hands clench the arm rest. “Why she gotta be a bitch?”

He noticed the change in my tone, a smirk stretching across his face. “Why not? It’s not like you’re in love with the girl, right?”

I kissed my teeth, eyes lowering down to my lap. “Are you really gonna make me say it?” I whispered, a lump rising in my throat.

He was silent so long that I looked up, Mijo’s eyes full of surprise as he watched me. “She got you that deep?”

I didn’t answer, simply let out an exasperated sigh. That was enough. Mijo slowly started to shake his head back and forth, clearly in disapproval.

"Don’t give me that" I snapped before he could even start. "You don’t know the half of it"

"You’re right" he allowed, shrugging his shoulders. "But what I do know is, you’re in too deep Chris. You need to stop all this before—"

"It’s too late" I whispered under my breath. "They already fired me"

"They what?!" Mijo shouted, even though I knew he’d heard me perfectly well.

"I have a meeting with them Monday morning, they might press charges" I volunteered.

It took him a minute to readjust his features, close his mouth after it had been hanging open for a few moments. “Well they can’t really do anything anyways, can they? You weren’t even a real teacher.”

I’m sure he meant to be optimistic, but the uncertainty in his voice was undeniable.

"I don’t know" I sighed heavily, "I really don’t know."

He stared down at the floor, seeming to sink into his seat. “Maybe you” he paused to clear his throat, his voice shaking just the slightest. “Maybe you should just let this all go Chris…”

"Let all what go?" I squared my jaw, appalled at what he was trying to suggest.

"….this girl" Mijo hesitated, "Don’t you think being with her is causing more harm than good?

That question brought me up short, and I pursed my lips as I thought of the answer.

"I love her" I stated slowly, emotion building as I continued. "I’m in love with her. She’s perfect, she’s on my mind every second of every day. I’ve never felt like this before Mijo. I need her, it’s driving me cr—-"

"Okay" he cut me off, sensing that I was about to crack. "We’ll find her"

Nodding stiffly, I looked out the window. Watched as the scenery blurred together.

The last time I saw her kept replaying in my head. My screaming, her crying, I saw all of it. It’s like her tears were consuming me, drowning me into a deep pit of regret.

I could never forgive myself for what I’d done. For breaking my promise, to always be there. Not to judge, not to harm, only help.

Even if I couldn’t, maybe, just maybe, someday she could.

Chapter 33

| Chris |







I turned over to see her sitting at the foot of my bed, brown orbs wide as she watched me.

"Why you sleep for a super long time?" she asked me, little lips smacking.

I couldn’t help but smile, the corners of my mouth pulling upwards. The movement was odd, felt like I hadn’t smiled in weeks.

"I’m tired" I told her softly, body shifting to an upright position. She took that as an invitation to inch forward, eyes boggling as she stared at the tattoos on my chest.

"I not tired" Claire frowned, lower lip jutting out. "Will you play wit me Cwis?"

I agreed, watching her bubble with happiness. She slid down to the floor, feet rushing towards the living room.

Having a little sister was new to me, having a tiny being watching my every move. Since I had gotten here she was always by my side, automatically taking a liking to me.

I liked her too, seeing my mother in her features. Even if her other half was the disgusting vermin in the other room.

"Here Cwis" Claire came back with two Barbie dolls, passing one of them to me.

Staring at the plastic toy, it seemed to come to life. Features changing instantly, I was holding a miniature version of Courtney in my hands.

She was just as beautiful as I had remembered, dirty blonde curls soft as silk. I focused on her unmoving lips, stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot.

"Cwis?" Claire called for the third time, finally grabbing my attention.

I set the doll at the end of the bed, forcing a smile as I gazed at her. “Yes sweetie?”

"What you gonna name your dolly?" she asked me, adjusting the outfit hers wore. "Mine is Stephanie"

I chuckled at how cute she sounded, touching my finger to her nose. “Stephanie huh?” I repeated, Claire giggling excitedly.

"I’m afraid I can’t name your doll Claire. I’m a boy, and boys don’t play with dolls" my voice was gentle as I explained. "Do you have any action figures?"

Her expression turned thoughtful, pink barrettes bouncing as she shook her head. “No”

"Then I guess I can’t play with you" I sighed, folding both arms over my chest.

Claire pouted, bottom lip quivering, ready to burst out in tears at any second.

"Unless…" I added, watching her face light up. "We can play the ‘Rawr’ game?"

"How?" she asked gleefully, excitement rising.

"First you start to run back towards the living room" I pointed a finger, sliding down to the floor. "And I chase after you yelling ‘Rawr’!"

She jumped when I did it, a nervous scream filling the house as I ran after her. She giggled, little feet dipping and dodging until I scooped her up. Throwing her lightly into the air, her laughter got even louder.

"I want up there" Claire pointed to the ceiling, after I had stopped. Only wanting to make her happy I placed her on on my shoulders.

She whined, just out of reach. Which made her place both feet on my head, balancing perfectly.

I looked up at her through my lashes, watching her smile triumphantly. She was the prettiest little girl I’d ever seen, my little sister. Seeing that grin gave me a jolt of life, something I hadn’t felt in a while now.

"Look mommy!" Claire shouted after my mother had emerged from her room. "I tall like Cwis!"

She smiled halfheartedly, not saying a word as I placed her on the ground once more. Prepared to ask what her problem was, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Ma—" I muttered, expression hardening when I saw him standing behind her. He bustled into the room, grabbing Claire’s hand and heading for the door.

"We’re going out for dinner" my mother called aimlessly as I watched him through narrowed eyes.

"Again?" I said curtly, lifting an eyebrow. They had eaten out every night since I’d been here, the kitchen had barely been touched. I say "they" because I was never in attendance, I refused to put myself in that type of situation.

Being in Michael’s presence for more than an hour would end in a tragedy. And by tragedy I meant a fight, which he would be losing. I took it my mother would be upset if we got in a scuffle, so I was the one who exerted some self control.

"Yes" she pursed her lips, "He doesn’t want me slaving in the kitchen Chris, I think it’s sweet."

"But tomorrow is Christmas Eve" I said slowly, hoping she would answer correctly. "You aren’t even gonna cook for that?"

"I’m not sure" she replied, looking standoffish.

I had half a mind to scream at her, ask what the fuck her problem was. She had been badgering me about flying down to see her, driving me crazy. Now that I was here she acted like she didn’t even want me around.

"I’m gonna leave momma" I mumbled over my shoulder, walking towards the room. Just like that I had made a decision, knowing exactly where I needed to be.

"What do you mean ‘you’re gonna leave’?" she mocked me, arms folding over her chest. "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve"

I smiled smugly, hearing her say exactly what I had. “Have a nice dinner momma” I murmured, letting the door shut behind me.

The next hour of my life was spent surfing the Internet, searching for a plane ticket home. Of course everything was booked, half the flights were canceled due to the weather. I grew even more irritated as the seconds ticked on, slamming my laptop shut.

 I had to see her.

Touch her, feel her, hear the sound of her voice. Being away from Courtney was literally driving me insane, giving me anxiety that I’d never experienced before. I had locked myself in my room everyday, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.

My gut was telling me that I was running out of time.

That she would forget about me, that someone else would be taking my spot soon.

I heard my phone ringing then, the tone blaring through the pile of clothes it was under. It took me a second to remember the last time I’d used it, counting three days on my fingers.

Not answering the call in time, I saw how many notifications I had gotten. I scrolled through them, reading missed messages and calls. They seemed to go on and on, new messages rolling in at that second.

Flashing to a different screen, it started ringing once more. The number wasn’t saved in my contacts, but I had a feeling of exactly who it was. And that fact alone made me hesitate before answering.

"Chris?" Tiffany stuttered into the phone, sounding like she was about to choke.

"Yeah, what’s up?" was all I could think to say, feeling awkward.

"Someone knows" she said slowly, as if to let it all sink in.

But that didn’t help, because I still stood in the middle of my bedroom, confused.

"Knows what?…" I asked finally, thinking she would just go on when I hadn’t replied.

"About us!" Tiffany shouted, "About what we used to do! Don’t act like you don’t remember."

Undeterred by her snarky attitude, I replied in a cool voice. “Why are you calling me?”

"Someone left me a note Chris!" Tiffany went on. "At my house! It says that if I don’t come clean about my ‘secret habits from the past’, I’ll be having a horrible Christmas."

I sighed, not feeling the least bit sorry for her. I should’ve been more sympathetic, knowing that we would both crash and burn. But I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

"That….sucks" I mumbled, completely unapologetic. "I hope that all works out for you"

She laughed then, so evilly that I wasn’t sure whether or not it was really her.

"All I know is, if I go down" Tiffany paused for effect, "You’re going down with me."

I hung up on her then, not knowing what else to say. What her and I did months ago, was the least of my problems right now. Getting back to California was the only thing I could focus on, my mind thinking up other forms of transportation.

Maybe by train would work, or maybe by bus. But that would easily take two to three days, traveling across the country. By then there would be available flights, and I would’ve wasted my time.

Letting out a sigh, I stretched out onto my mattress. The springs squeaked at my weight, forming to my body. Sending vibrations throughout the whole bed, I snagged my phone from where I’d placed it.

"Hello" I mumbled, body returning to its prior position.

"Chris?" his voice came through crystal clear, making me go rigid. There was no way things could’ve happened that fast.

I cleared my throat before saying, “Mr. Elson?”

"I’m sorry to have to call so close to the holidays" he let out a sigh, as if he was about to be the barer of bad news. "But, we need to talk"





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| Courtney |









Calling this moment “awkward” wouldn’t even begin to cut it. Uncomfortable was an option, but it still wasn’t enough to describe the tension in the air.

We all stared in opposite directions, fidgeting in our seats. Even with the speakers blasting, A Christmas Carol playing on the television, the silence in the room was loud as ever.

I was trying so hard to be tolerable, open to whatever it is my mother had planned for this weekend. Being with Omar for some time had soothed me, having someone who truly cared. Right now he seemed to be my only escape, the only person who truly cared about me.

I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now.

A noise sounded then, a tiny alarm coming from the kitchen. My mother jumped upon hearing it, walking just a little too quickly. Apparently taking something out of the oven, was much better than sitting with all of us.

"Who wants to eat?" She smiled pointedly, gazing at the steam as she lifted the foil from her dish.

Brooke continued to stare at the television, meanwhile Tracy filed her nails furiously. Both of them acting as though they hadn’t heard her.

"I am" something inside me spoke, words flowing past my lips and teeth.

Each eye landed on me as I rose from the couch, walking rigidly towards the kitchen. It took a good two minutes for her to place a plate in my waiting hands. My feet moved on their own, bringing me to a seat at the table.

Following my lead, Tracy and Brooke slowly did the same. Within a second my mother was crying, tears running down her cheeks as she smiled wistfully.

"Thank you" she mouthed, watching the other two take their seat. It felt like an apology, another way for her to apologize for all that had happened.

We ate in silence for a while, the silence not nearly as uncomfortable as before. I couldn’t help but stare at Tracy’s belly, seeing that it was plump as ever.

Right on cue, she winced, a hand flying to her stomach.

"Mom" Tracy muttered instantly, eyes full of fear. "It hurts"

We all understood her terror, knowing that she was only six months along. Tracy was terrified of going into labor early, and her recent contractions had made that even more prominent.

"Come lay down" my mother instructed, helping her over to the couch. She fluffed the pillows and hurried upstairs to find a blanket. Brooke hovered around, looking like she wanted to help but didn’t know how.

"Can you bring me my phone please Brooke?" Tracy asked in the softest voice I’d ever heard her use. "I need to call Ty"

Brooke dashed upstairs for her phone, leaving me to stand there and stare.

I watched Tracy rub her abdomen, wincing again at the pain. It made me realize just how soon it was that she’d have a family of her own. How soon it was that she’d be having every Christmas at her own house.

Oddly enough, it made me want a family of my own. Seeing as I couldn’t stand being in my own house, or the people inside it. If I had a chance to escape, why wouldn’t I take it? If I had a chance to breathe again, why not inhale?

"I wanna get married" I blurted, clamping a hand over my mouth as soon as I’d said it.

Brooke and my mother had already returned, every eye landing on me once more.

"To who?" My mother asked incredulously, after a few moments had gone by.

Without my permission, my bottom lip started to quiver, making it hard for me to speak.

"Chris?" Tracy muttered darkly, her face expressionless.

"Who’s Chris?" my mothers eyebrows shot up in surprise.

The mention of his name drove a splinter through my heart, made me wish I could marry him someday. But things had changed. All I could do now was shake my head no, mouth too dry to speak.

"No one" I replied mechanically, feeling protective. Even with all that happened, I would never want him to get in trouble. Never want his name to be slandered, all because of me.

"Who then?" she walked over to stand in front of me, analyzing every move I made.

Trying not to fidget, I cleared my throat. It was harder than I thought it would be, saying his name. Deep down I wanted to say another, one that was already on the tip of my tongue.

But instead I pushed all thoughts of him out of my head, taking one last deep breath. “Omar”

so is unknown ff done ?
Anonymous

I updated Unknown as well.

Where's chapter 33 ?
Anonymous

Missing somehow. I’m trying to find it guys.

Chapter 34 

(Not very long, but here ya go)

| Courtney |


“I forbid it!” my mother shouted suddenly, screaming even though I was standing right in front of her. “I won’t allow you to ruin your life like that”

"My life has been ruined for years now, we all know that" I muttered harshly.

All of them looked off in different directions, no one even bothering to disagree. Yes, I was to blame for my own decisions. But some things just weren’t under my control, and I refused to pretend that they were any longer.

"Regardless of the past" my mother sped forward, speaking quickly. "You honestly believe getting married, at eighteen, is gonna solve all your problems?"

"Of course not" I surprised myself by laughing, so effortlessly that it rung loud and clear. "But it is a start"

"I think I’m gonna be sick" Tracy mumbled in disgust, leaning over towards the floor.

"Go ahead" I shrugged, not feeling the slightest bit sympathetic. Still smiling, I turned back towards my mother. "I’m gonna go pack a few things"

"Please don’t do this" my mothers shrill voice called after me, almost frantic with fear. "Please think about what you’re doing"

I paused midstep, rotating my body so that I could look at her. “I just thought about it, and I’m still getting married.”

"Courtney!" she shouted after me, angered by my response. "Courtney!"

Despite what anyone else thought, I was happy with my plans to get married. And even if they didn’t go through, I just wanted to be with Omar. All day, and all night. He made me happy, made me smile. I was already jittery at the idea of seeing him as I packed my things.

"One daughter about to have a baby, and the other racing to get married" I heard my mother grumble as I made my way back downstairs. "You two are gonna run me ragged, how am I supposed to pay for—"

"Don’t worry mom, Omar’s parents can pay for everything" I assured her sweetly, kissing her on the cheek. It was the only thing I could think to say, even though an actual wedding date was the last thing on my mind.

I just wanted to be with someone who would show me a little bit of attention. Someone who would tell me they loved me, and actually mean it.

"I guess I’ll see you……when I see you?" the corners of my mouth pulled upwards in a smile. I didn’t have an answer as to when I’d be back, and that was perfectly fine with me.


—-

| Chris |

"Are you gonna tell me what this is about or are we just gonna sit here?" Mijo asked pointedly, taking a swig from the soda can in front of him.

"I just wanna go home" was the best excuse I could muster, shrugging my shoulders.

His eyes narrowed, expression smug. “So this isn’t about the bitch that used to be in your class?”

One word in his sentence made my blood start to boil, made my hands clench the arm rest. “Why she gotta be a bitch?”

He noticed the change in my tone, a smirk stretching across his face. “Why not? It’s not like you’re in love with the girl, right?”

I kissed my teeth, eyes lowering down to my lap. “Are you really gonna make me say it?” I whispered, a lump rising in my throat.

He was silent so long that I looked up, Mijo’s eyes full of surprise as he watched me. “She got you that deep?”

I didn’t answer, simply let out an exasperated sigh. That was enough. Mijo slowly started to shake his head back and forth, clearly in disapproval.

"Don’t give me that" I snapped before he could even start. "You don’t know the half of it"

"You’re right" he allowed, shrugging his shoulders. "But what I do know is, you’re in too deep Chris. You need to stop all this before—"

"It’s too late" I whispered under my breath. "They already fired me"

"They what?!" Mijo shouted, even though I knew he’d heard me perfectly well.

"I have a meeting with them Monday morning, they might press charges" I volunteered.

It took him a minute to readjust his features, close his mouth after it had been hanging open for a few moments. “Well they can’t really do anything anyways, can they? You weren’t even a real teacher.”

I’m sure he meant to be optimistic, but the uncertainty in his voice was undeniable.

"I don’t know" I sighed heavily, "I really don’t know."

He stared down at the floor, seeming to sink into his seat. “Maybe you” he paused to clear his throat, his voice shaking just the slightest. “Maybe you should just let this all go Chris…”

"Let all what go?" I squared my jaw, appalled at what he was trying to suggest.

"….this girl" Mijo hesitated, "Don’t you think being with her is causing more harm than good?

That question brought me up short, and I pursed my lips as I thought of the answer.

"I love her" I stated slowly, emotion building as I continued. "I’m in love with her. She’s perfect, she’s on my mind every second of every day. I’ve never felt like this before Mijo. I need her, it’s driving me cr—-"

"Okay" he cut me off, sensing that I was about to crack. "We’ll find her"

Nodding stiffly, I looked out the window. Watched as the scenery blurred together.

The last time I’d saw her kept replaying in my head. My screaming, her crying, I saw all of it. It’s like her tears were consuming me, drowning me into a deep pit of regret.

I could never forgive myself for what I’d done. For breaking my promise, to always be there. Not to judge, not to harm, only help.

Even if I couldn’t, maybe, just maybe, someday she could.

i am at the point, where i need some chris and courtney time.. they are truly missed together... *sighs*

Awww they haven’t even been apart that long! Lol y’all are making me feel bad :/

Chris needs to tell her how he really feels
Anonymous

Idk if that’ll happen anon :/

Tracy blew it!! -__- Chris needs to go find Courtney nd tell her how he feel because now she thinks she disgusts him, when that's far from true!! nd Omar nd his family too nice!! Love the story! I stated singing when i saw you updated! :p lol

But Chris is disgusted by her……

Lmao I’m just playing, thank you for reading :)

I'm so here for Omar !
Anonymous

That’s good to hear :)