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Thirty Four: Month Five (Part II)

"Taylor, where are you?" I swipe my tears away while driving back home

"I'm on the couch" she says and it seems she's chewing something "Why?"

"Nothing, I thought you were out. I'll be there in a sec" theres no need to tell her because it will upset her and its not good for the baby

I rush back home like the car was on fire, my legs cannot wait for the elevator so I just run up the stairs to storm into my living room finding Taylor burring her face in a cake.

"I really don't know how to explain how this cake pushed its way into my mouth" she swipes her face and frowns her forehead when sees my situation: leaning against the doorway breathing heavily with a messy hair "What's wrong? I can share the cake"

"Nothing, I'm just really glad to see you" I sigh. Tay is my number one priority right now. I must get her out of town. "I was thinking, we should fly back to Canada for Christmas"

I sit next to her and pray in my head thanking God she's alright.

"Actually, Ashton is coming home tomorrow night and he want us to fly all the way to Sidney so I can meet his family and stuff" her left hand is rubbing her tummy and the right hand is stuffing cake into her mouth while the plate is resting on her tummy

"Oh, thats okay too" I sigh in relief, Ash will take good care of her.

"But you're going to Canada right? See your mom and dad?"

I haven't decided yet. I was thinking on leaving to NYC and get myself used to stay alone but it could be good to see Mom and Dad and Andy.

"I'm still deciding" I bite my lower lip while wonder what will Luke do for the holidays

"You should go" she takes another bite of cake "Plus, the boys will fly back to Sydney so theres no point to you staying here all alone"

"I'm thinking about moving earlier to NYC" my lips release the words before my coward brain decides not to "The sooner I get used to being alone its the better"

"But it's Christmas" she whines "You should spend Christmas with your family"

Another thing: now I'm so scared that Karev will follow me to Canada and hurt my parents. I'm so fucking stupid. I couldn't just find something less dangerous to kill my time right? I just had to put myself and the ones I love in trouble. Classic Alaska.

"I'll think about it" I lie. My mind was wondering about it but my latest talk with Karev made it pretty clear: I have to get the fuck out.

I can't leave the house fearing bumping into Karev or anything like that. Paul dropped by my place later on the night saying I should pack my things and leave as soon as I can. He said Karev is bat shit crazy after me and will hurt me in the most painful way possible. Fucking hell.

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It's Christmas eve and Tay already left. I sat down on the couch while drinking wine wondering what to do with my life. Everything seems so foggy in my head, I thought things were going really well but they weren't, I thought my life was finally taking its way but I couldn't feel more trapped.

Two knocks on my door set me off my mind raveling. I rush to get it and find Paul breathing heavily.

"Take your things right now, we're leaving" he rushes into my home and check the windows. Whats going on?

I just stay put trying to reassemble all the information. I look more closely to him and notice his swollen and hurt lip, a purple bruise beneath his left eye and a cut on his cheekbones.