dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Sixty-Four: I Think It's Time To Get Out

Song: My House - PVRIS (also credit for chapter title)

Chapter Sixty-Four: I Think It's Time To Get Out. (Soz, skipping the phone call scene too)

I had called him seven times, it was worthless. The phone slipped out of my hand. I was still pregnant. Still pregnant, still pregnant, still pregnant. It echoed around my mind. The next thing to go through my mind was a single word. A name. Vic. I scrambled up, out of bed, for what seemed like the first time in a long time. I pulled on some sweatpants at full pelt, and chucked on a jacket. As I went for the door, I was thinking about where he would be. It's only been two weeks, surely he'd still be in the apartment. Right? I didn't have time to think about it, as I stormed down the hall. I clomoed down the stairs, and that was when I became aware at the tiny swelling feeling of my stomach. I would have stopped and admired it, but my mind was reeling still. Coming down the stairs, I nearly smashed into Ryan.

"Cat?' His eyes wide with surprise. He frowned at my tear streaked cheeks. He went to open his mouth, to talk more, but I literally slapped my hand over his mouth.

"There's no time to explain right now Ryan, I will be back whenever." Was all I said, before letting my hand leave his face, and brushing past him, grabbing the keys, and leaving out the front door, before Ryan could even utter my name. I drove with a determination I have never had before. I could have driven the route with my eyes closed, it was that familiar. I felt butterflies bat against the sides of my stomach at the thought I was probably going to see Vic again. Maybe we could fix this, maybe we can work through it. I was almost mad with longing for him, I nearly had a head on collision with another car. My excitement was bubbling away, before it got popped, by a pin in the shape of a For Sale sign. I pulled up and stared at the sign for a minute, trying to process it. Even with the sign up, I got out, and headed for the entrance. I jogged up the stairs, coming to the door. I was surprised to find the spare key under the mat still. I opened the door, and ran inside.

"Vic! Vic, I have something to tell you." I ran, before I abruptly stopped after the small hallway, my words the only thing bouncing back at me. It was empty. Completely empty. It was like I had reversed time to when I was first originally buying the house. It was like someone had scrubbed ever surface clean of the memories of Vic and I. I tried to fight the tears that already sat on the edges of my eyes. He was gone. Maybe it was the empty apartment that decided my mind, but I decided against going to his old house with Jaime, or his parents house. He didn't want this. If he had, we would still both be here, helping each other through loss. I remembered the relieve that passed over his face when I told him the baby was gone. And that was it. I placed my hand on my stomach, as the final tears on my face dried up.

"It's just you and me baby, just you and me." I murmured, before I turned away from the empty memories, and walking out the door. I placed the key on the floor, just inside, in front of the door, after I locked it up behind me. I walked down the stairs, a stoic expression on my face. No more tears, no more aching heart, no more being a little bitch about shit that doesn't matter anymore. I was so perfectly calm, I didn't even know it was possible. I drove home with no radio on, not scared of the silence anymore, but found it welcoming. I pulled into the driveway, shutting off the car. I opened the front door of the house, and called out for Ryan. He practically sprinted around the corner.

"Where have you been?" He hounded straight away. He was acting like a parent. I hadn't even been gone long.

"Oh, I was just checking out the old apartment. They got it on sale." I commented in a mild voice, completely unfazed. I saw pity flash through Ryan's eyes, but then confusion and slight suspicion.

"And that doesn't bother you?" He spoke slowly, almost expecting me to start crying and acting hysterical. I don't blame him, but it was like everything had just clicked, and I no longer wanted to cry. I shrugged, and gave the smallest smile.