More than just an omen child (Dawn of the dimetrix fanfic)

Chapter 13: Keep holding on

Abrham's POV:
"Why did I have to yell at her like that?" I mutter to myself as we're halfway towards Woodland Close. At the end of the day, all of the chaos that has happened for the past few days, all of the curiosity that's running through Savannah's friends' heads as of now, all of the pain that Savannah has felt for the past few years and is currently feeling now, is all my fault. All of this has happened to begin with due to my anger getting out of control and me lashing out at the wrong person at the wrong time.

"Listen Mr Valentin, I probably don't know you that well, but from what I can tell from the mannerisms you've shown and the few emotional breakdowns you've had for the past couple of days, things have been hard." Drew said, I've always had difficulty in terms of controlling my emotions, but for the past couple of days, that difficulty has skyrocketed through the ceiling and beyond. "But like Dovahcom said yesterday, there have been some good things that happened through those downtimes. Think about what makes you feel determined." I take a moment to think about something that determines me. "Your friends, the renegade you've created, the BioTides, the dimetrix, everything that you're so determined to have fully succeed. But most importantly, Savannah." I jolt when Drew mentioned Savannah, I slightly turn my head to where Drew is sitting as he takes a deep breath. "Never have you ever harmed her out of pure malice, and every time you yelled at her just came from you having so much emotional baggage on your shoulders that you can't properly think sometimes." Drew states.

He does have a point; I have never intended to hurt her. I placed a lot of the rules that I've had set for Savannah out of fear that she'll find out about what had happened in my childhood and adolescence. Perhaps that's what caused me and Savannah's relationship to go downhill; perhaps it's the fact that I've kept my past a secret from her the entire time. With that thought in mind, now I know how I'm going to fix our relationship; I'm going to have to confess everything that's happened in my life before she came along.

"And let me tell you this, at the end of the day, whether or not we succeed in getting Savannah back; both physically and emotionally, know that you have done all you can to give her a place to call home, and to keep holding onto love." Drew said as I feel a lump in my throat once more, he just rolls his eyes when he noticed that I look like I'm about to cry at any moment. "Yeah yeah, I know, it's probably the cheesiest thing I've ever said in my entire life, but I guess it's something that'll happen time and time again." I wipe my eyes and straighten my posture, I then look in the rear view mirror so that I can face Drew.

"Drew? I just wanna say..." I begin to say before gulping the lump down my throat. "Thank you." "Eh, happy to help." Drew replied as he gears his attention towards Sammy. "Hey Sammy, how much longer till we get there?"

"About three minutes till we get to Woodland Close." Sammy answered. "Alrighty then, not that far away from Savannah now, are we?" Drew said before I put my foot on the brake. It turns out that the rest of the route that we planned on taking; which is also the quickest way to get to the Luigs residence, is under construction.

I slam my fist on the steering wheel; causing the horn to honk for a few seconds. "We were so close to getting there!" I groaned as I bury my head in my hands for a few seconds, before putting the car into reverse mode and backing up a little.

"Sammy, is there an alternative route we can take?" I asked. "Yes, if we take the bridge that's five minutes away from here. We can take that route and we'll be at the Luigs residence in twenty minutes." Sammy answered. "Okay then, let's head down that route now." I said as I take a deep breath.

Sammy's POV:
Abrham begins to back up to head down the alternative route that I just told him about. I just hope that we get to the Luigs residence in time; and I definitely hope that Savannah is still alive. As we begin to head down the route, we hear something buzzing. Abrham immediately jolts and looks around the car. "Okay everyone, whose phone is currently ringing?!" He asks desperately before looking at me.