Chenford Story

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Lucy's POV

I had started at the VPD (Vancouver Police Department) and started working as a detective. I hated every second of it.

No one had even bothered to try and be friends with me, I had tried to talk with them, they just didn't like me. It made me feel so lonely. I missed Tim, and Angela and Nolan and Celina and Aaron and Harper and Grey. And then there was Jackson.
I missed him too, but in a different way. I had been missing him for over a year.

I just wanted to scream and cry all at once every day. I couldn't even go to a bar and drink my sorrows away because I was pregnant. But slowly I was building I life for myself in Canada. Don't get me wrong I was still practically stalking everyone's social pages. Angela constantly posted about Jack. He was growing up so much and he was so adorable. Wesley posted about Angela and Jack. Nolan was posting about his engagement to Bailey. Grey and Nyla were posting about the job. Tim just.... Didn't post.

The one thing he had posted since I left was a week ago, after I had been gone one month. 'please come home Lucy'
God that broke me.
I just sobbed for days on end. I had no other option.
Either I stayed away and stayed out of jail, and everyone hated me. Or I came back, went to jail and everyone hated me for baking a murderer.
The only difference was whether I went to jail or not.
I don't know about you but I would prefer not to be arrested and jailed for murder.

I had to go for my ultrasound appointment the next day. Seeing mine and Tim's baby on the screen just made me bawl. I desperately wanted to call Tim. But calling Tim would either mean going back, and therefore moving back in with my parents, or or explaining why I had to leave in the first place.

*Thump thump*

My babies heartbeat snapped me out of my spiraling. This baby was the only reason I hadn't let myself just die. I didn't want to die necessarily. Not like I had a year ago. Tim made sure that I was better. I just, the opportunity just came and.........
Ugh everything in my life was so confusing and I just wanted to scream and attack everything.

Maybe that was just the pregnancy hormones. I didn't even know what I was going to do about the baby.
I could keep and raise it, give it to Tim. Everything was a difficult decision.

I wanted it to at least be raised by someone I knew. Definitely not my parents, probably not by Tim's elderly mother. I wanted this baby to have a better upbringing than me and Tim had. A good and happy childhood where there was never a fear of being beaten or yelled at. God I didn't know what to do.

Everything felt like the wrong decision and the pressure to pick the least wrong one, purely pressure from myself, threatened to swallow me. I had spent most of my days just sleeping, working and crying. Watching each day go by and realising I had to exactly the same thing tomorrow.

What do I do? Give the baby to Tim, raise it by myself? I just wanted to scream and cry and punch things. I felt my breathing becoming more hitched and restricted. A panic attack, great, exactly what I wanted right now. More things to panic about.

Angela's POV

Everyone at the station who wasn't close to Lucy has mostly forgotten about her. Even us, those who were great friends with Lucy tend to avoid bringing her up at all. Even when talking about things that definitely would have her name brought up.
Generally we're started to get mad.
At first we were sad, confused, worried.
Now we know she left at least mostly by choice, we're just mad at her. For leaving us, the station, without a much as a goodbye.