Wild Ride - The Alternative Version (Book 2)

Chapter 4~Decisions Made

"Well what are you going to do now?" Stacy asked me after we explained everything to her. Abigail never came out of her room, Stacy said she was busy playing with some of her toys, as she saw her on her way back from the bathroom. 

"I don't know. Just go back to the original plan of not letting her see him, I guess." I mumbled.

"Or, you could tell him the truth the next time you see him. Maybe then it wouldn't be too late. But you better not keep that up, because you're just going to be digging yourself a deeper hole." Eric said, and I stared at the top of the coffee table across from me.

"Well what am I supposed to say, in order to tell him the truth!? Why would I just come out and say that's she's really my daughter, when we barely know each other?" I argued back at him.

"It doesn't seem like you're going to stay strangers to each other, if he feels so much that he should know who you are and wants to find out who you are." Eric pointed out. "But if you hadn't lied in the first place, you wouldn't be stuck in this mess." 

"Guys, guys, stop. Arguing and raising your voices at each other isn't going to help. Yes, Elise, you shouldn't have lied. But, Eric, she's just trying to protect Abigail because she's right about not really knowing him, even if that seems to be changing. I would want the same for Cameron, if I knew that I could avoid him getting hurt somehow, I would take every precaution, even if that brought on a few unwanted situations." Stacy reasoned, and both mine and Eric's eyes dropped to the floor. 

"She's right." He muttered kind of unwillingly. "Arguing won't help, even if that was a stupid move."

"Gee, thanks, Eric." I muttered back jokingly.

"Well it was!"

"I know." I rolled my eyes playfully, and he chuckled. "But I do have to figure what I'm going to do if I tell him the truth." 

"I guess you'll just have to say what's real and hope for the best." Stacy shrugged, and I groaned. 

"This is really all your fault, y'know." I told Eric. "You're the one who suggested that I try and get to know him better." I grabbed a pillow and hit him in the side of the head with it.

"Oh sure, blame me!" He teased, taking the pillow beside me and thwacking me with it.

"I will blame you, thank you very much!" I hit him again.

Pretty soon, an all out pillow war was taking place in my living room, and Stacy joined in. Eventually, Abigail came out of her room to see what the heck was going on out here, and at the sight of a pillow fight she got all excited and joined. I watched as she ran up to Eric and hit him in the stomach with her Scooby-Doo pillow.

"Hey! I thought we were best friends!" Eric whined.

"Yeah, you thought!" Abigail smirked, and his jaw dropped as he pretended to be offended.

"Well, fine! Take this!" He hit her back, and they started chasing each other around the room, while Stacy and I watched and laughed.

While I was trying to get to sleep tonight, I kept tossing in turning, the conflict of what to do continuing on in my head. I was basically fighting a war with myself, and it looked like neither side was winning. I saw the logic in Eric's side of the argument, but there was still also I what I thought and stuck by. On top of that, the fact that I lied to Jimmy about his own daughter without him being aware he has a daughter has been making me feel more guilty with each passing hour. This isn't good at all. 

Deciding that I probably wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon, I got up and quietly opened my bedroom door and walked down the hall in the dark to the kitchen. I opened up the fridge, squinting from the light that poured out of it, and bent down to grab a bottle of water off the bottom shelf. I twisted off the cap and gulped some of it down.