See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Grace's POV 

I packed my suitcase, three weeks worth of clothes to take to New York. Nervous butterflies danced in my stomach causing me to feel sick. I sat down against my case, pulling Tilly into my arms as unwanted tears ran down my cheeks. I felt like I had given up, my body weak; I barely recognised a time where I wasn't crying. I wanted to be that girl I was a few months ago, I wanted to be able to walk her dog without struggling for breath after a few quick paces, I wanted to be able to go out for drinks with friends rather than using the same excuse of 'I'm too tired', I wanted to be everything I am not now. I missed who I used to be. My tears landed on Tilly's head and she lifted her face up to meet mine. Even her eyes seemed sad, they weren't glowing with excitement like usual. I was beginning to think that I was having a negative affect on everyone, on everything. I hated myself for raining on everyone's sunshine; I hated myself for ruining their happiness. 

It was an hour before we had to leave and Chester walked into the house from his run, a fierce look on his face. He walked into the bedroom before ripping his t-shirt off, preparing to shower. His eyes gazed over to my suitcase and I saw his face drop. I felt as if my heart sunk a thousand feet. 

"Look Chester, I get why your down and all but we have to remember that I'm going to get treatment; to get better." I said to him calmly, trying to lighten his mood. 

"Do you?! Do you know why I'm not skipping around counting rainbows?!" He shouted. His voice resonating across the whole house.

"Because maybe I never wanted any of this! Maybe this is not what I signed up for!" He words burnt into my heart. They were so unexpected, they were sharp and pierced right through my fragile facade.  

"You think this is what I wanted? Do you really think that I asked to have cancer Chester?! Because I didn't okay! I didn't want any of this!" My voice broke, the tears streaming down my face and forcing me from shouting. 

"Maybe it was all just a way to make me have your baby! Because that seems to be all you're worried about!" He screamed at me. I didn't know how to react, my body numb.

"So this is all about the baby." I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me. He looked at me, his eyes darker than usual. Slammed the doors behind him before running out the house. 

My throat felt empty but there was a million things I needed to say. I felt betrayed, angry, upset, weak, deceived, I felt hopeless and I hated it. 

My phone flashed, reminding me we needed to leave for the airport. I walked over to Chester's suitcase, it was empty. He hadn't even packed, was he ever going to come? I threw his empty case across the bedroom, a flimsy throw as my arm gave way, letting it slap lazily against my thigh. I took my own case and locked the doors behind me, in that moment too angry to even care if Chester was going to come. If he was ever going to turn up. Part of me didn't care, part of me wanted to fly to the other side of the country and never see him again but the other part of me, the one I knew I was always going to obey, wanted to chase after him and take him everywhere I went. 

He didn't come back home, he didn't even call or text and so in a flurry of fury I got in my car and drove to the hospital, with no care or idea as to where my boyfriend was. 

Chester's POV

I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know why I wasn't running back home. I didn't know why I had snapped. I didn't know why I was drowning my sorrows in beer at some crappy old bar. I didn't know why I didn't care.

I was angrier than I have ever been before, my mind not functioning as I threw another pint down my throat. In a way I felt betrayed, because Grace hadn't tried to understand. I felt angry because it seemed like none of this had anything to do with me. A baby was something we both needed to contribute to, not just physically but mentally too. A baby was more than just a baby. It would mean I was a father and I'd have a son or a daughter; one that I would never stop loving, I'd have to dedicate every waking day and night to caring and protecting that child. I would have to devote my life to them, that didn't scare me though, I wasn't frightened of the commitment. I was frightened because Grace had so easily taken this in her stride, I was frightened because it all seemed so rushed and I was scared that she was forgetting about me on her journey. 

She'd be on the plane by now, taking off to fly miles away from me. There was no way of contacting her anymore so I stayed in this rustic bar till the early hours of the morning; walking back inside our home to find an eery atmosphere, a broken suitcase and a letter.