After Forever & Ever

Chapter 136

Tessa-Present

I went all day giving him space but I had a feeling of worry come over me that I couldn't shake and then I felt a feeling I had never felt before...

I went to the bathroom and I was bleeding and not like a normal bleeding but a something is wrong bleeding....

The person who you want to go to and who you need to help you is not around....I have no idea what to do. I clean myself up and leave the bathroom. Vance isn't home and I don't really want to bother him with this... but I'm alone and Hardin isn't picking up..

In between cramping and crying I give in and call Vance and he comes home right away. I told him what I think has happened....and we go to the ER. And we have the nanny come over to watch Emery.

We have both tried calling Hardin several times and nothing. And it's not exactly something you put over a text or a voicemail and so I just hope he calls one of us back soon....

We wait a while at the ER and when they finally take me back....the nurse takes my vitals and asks me a bunch of questions and runs blood work and does the works I guess.

When then doctor comes in he tells me the words I didn't want to actually be true...and he told me I miscarried...

I'm completely heartbroken and shattered. I can't explain this feeling. I feel broken. I had no idea and I feel like I should have. Maybe yesterday was my bodies response to tell me to stop drinking....this is my fault. I drank last night and.....this is my fault....

I keep replaying that over and over and over in my head. I can't believe this.

They tell me to take it easy and rest and send me home with a pill so that if anything else needed to pass it will. And I can't handle this.

I am losing it.

When I get home....The first thing I do is squeeze Emery a little tighter and you can't help but think about the what if's and I just start crying and crying and crying....

Vance takes Emery and gets her to bed so I can rest.
But all I want to do still is get a hold of Hardin. It's 10PM at this point. He's been gone all day and I get he said space but I'm worried. And I need him.... I really fucking need him right now.

I by some miracle fall asleep. And when I wake up it's 4AM the first thing I do is realize that it wasn't a nightmare and that it really happened and I'm heartbroken all over again....and then I look at my phone and still absolutely nothing from him.... so he didn't come home...

I am going through the worst possible thing I have ever gone through and he doesn't come home...I know he doesn't know that but it still sucks so bad.

The next morning Vance is up already when I get up and he has made breakfast. And Emery is in her high chair eating already and with her bottle.

"Thank you." I say to him.

"Have you heard from him?" I ask.

He just shakes his head no and looks down.

"I know the answer but how are you doing?" He asks.

"Uhh hanging in there I guess." I reply.

"Is his phone on?" I ask him.

"I can try and track it if you want." He replies.

After a while he asks... "what's in Long Beach?"

"Long Beach?" I quickly question.

"Yea...that's where it's coming up as." He replies.

What the hell Hardin?!! ....I log into his bank account just to see if it will give a better idea of what the hell he is doing and his most recent transaction was for The Long Beach Hotel....

I show Vance....and he tells me to keep calm and explains that he said he needed space this is his way of doing that....but I can't help but feel like that sense of worry came from him too and that something isn't right...

"Can we go there?" I ask him.

"How about I go and check it out and you rest." He says to me.

Which I don't want to do I don't want to just sit around and think about what I lost...what we lost....

Maybe that's why I have been a complete crazy person the last few weeks...was it hormones...maybe all I know is I haven't been myself or felt like myself and it's possible this was the reason...

"I want to go." I tell him.

"Okay if you're sure." He replies.

I call Emery's nanny to come and within the hour we are heading to Long Beach.

It's only a half hour away which is good...

When we get to the hotel we go up to the front desk and it's not exactly the nicest hotel...I would say it's called a hotel but it's definitely more of a motel. So I'm sure they don't have the highest of standards in terms of privacy so Vance asks the girl if Hardin Scott is staying there.

In which she replies that he checked in yesterday and left right after but never returned...

Which only adds to my worry which is now accompanied by pure panic. Vance and I are both equally confused.

"I forgot....He did say he was tired and asked if the coffee shop down the street was any good because he wanted to grab a coffee." She says as we are leaving.

"What's the name of it?!!" We both quickly ask.

"Deja Brew." She replies.

Vance and I both head out the door and head towards the coffee shop. I think Vance is worried now too.

We go to the front desk and since of course they wouldn't know him by name I showed a picture to the girl who said she was working yesterday.

She told us that he was here and that he was sitting outside drinking his coffee by himself for a while and the only reason she noticed was because she recognized him from TV and she said the next time she looked outside he was walking away but it look like he left with 2 guys.

So now we are at a complete dead end.... and I have had a million scenarios play in my head of what could have happened or where he could be...

When we walk outside...Vance sees a cop and he decides to ask him if anything went down around here last night. Or if he has seen him.

By fucking chance the cop tells us he had pulled him over because he saw he had a flat tire that he had called a tow for....he said he actually had 2 flats because his tires were slashed....

My stomach drops because I'm terrified now that something horrible has happened to him.

The cop gives us the name of the tow company which we then are able to find out the body shop where his cars at.

We both quickly go to the car and head there. When we get there his car is still there....

We go inside and the guy let's us know that he tried calling him but he never picked up to let him know his car was ready...

So we don't know why he was here in Long Beach but we know his tires were slashed so he had to get it towed and fixed so he got a hotel....then coffee. But he left coffee with 2 guys....never made it back to the hotel and never went back for his car....

Vance starts calling hospitals and police stations and they all lead no where....

We both have no idea what to do and we stay in Long Beach the rest of the day walking into bars and different places asking anyone who will listen if they seen him and it's all getting us no where.

We exhausted all leads and so we decide to head home. This whole day of searching has made me fear the worst and makes me feel like I lost him too...

Tomorrow morning is his court date and if he doesn't show up for that there will be a warrant....so whatever is going on this is all one big mess and all too fucking much.

I am praying he's okay....and I'm just trying to keep it fucking together and stay positive but it just doesn't make sense where could he be...and why would he leave his car.