Not All Things End Happily

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The sun beat bright through his window seal invading the cracks f his eyelids. His eyes shot open only to have his hand slap over then . He has that Meeting with Hannah today. Wait? Why hadn't Jeremy woken him up? He normally does before the sun shines. Damion jumped out of bed and ran down the hall in his boxers. He slid into Jeremy's room to see Hannah leaning over the crib. Jeremy asleep. 

"How dd you get in here?"Damion asked. 

"The front door was wide open. I'm so sorry." She looks down. 

"No it's fine, just let me get some clothes on. "Damion walked back to his room. He slipped on a faded pair of blue jeans and a random v-neck. He walked back down the hall and picked up Jeremy."Can you do me a favor. In the top cabinet in the pantry is a baby food. Grab the peaches and a spoon please." He asks Hannah who is happy to help this hansom man try to feed his child. 

She handed him the food after he had placed Jeremy in the high chair. 

"Mind feeding him while i go get my breakfast?" She takes the spoon and opens the baby food. "Are you hungry because i wouldn't mind making you some Eggos. " she chuckle at him. He must not know how to cook very well. 

"No it's fine I ate before i came." Damion only nodded as his waffles shout out. He took a bite carrying it to the dinning room just off of the living room. He sat down next to little Jeremy and looked at Hannah. 

"I'm going to continue the story." He said. She only nodded longing to hear more. "I was a bitter cold morning..... " 

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'It was a bitter cold day. I was dressed in my black baggy jeans and my tight fitting v-neck my leather jacket and black converse fitting just like i like them. Fitting me just right. 

Carter on the other hand had on a pair of heavy duty overalls and a big cout. All bundled up. She didn't look like she liked it. being all bundled up. She shivered though. She looked pale and weak. she had dark rings around her eyes and her lips were dry and [pale. She was literally almost falling asleep where she stood shivering her ass off ever though she was all bundled up. 

"Are you ok? It's not that cold out here." I say looking at her.

" no, I need to call my mom." Her voice is raspy and weak. She looks so vulnerable. The bus pulls up and she goes very slow gettng on. I finally give up and grab her by her bony waist lifting her on and carrying her to the spots we sat at yesterday. The bus driver drives away quickly. 

"Newman! Let me see your phone!" I order my friend. He ask me why and i take it from him. "None ya." 

"Thanks." She dials a number. "Mom?...Yeah i'll wait...sorry for waking you...yeah it hurts really bad...well i'm really cold and i feel so weak...ok i'll wait in the office...by..never mind." she mumbles the last part and tosses the phone back. 

"What hurts?" i ask cocking my head to the side. 

"nothing just don't mind me." she grumbles. She slowly pulls out and Ipod and i hear her weakly humming Numb by Linkin Park. The bus pulled up to our hell and i picked her up by her waist again and carried her off. She squirmed a little at my touch but left it. I carried her to the office. 

I placed her down in the office and she slowly sat down in one of the chairs. I decided to wait with her. I got weird looks from the ladies behind the desks; seeing as i only sit here when i'm in trouble. 

A woman with grey hair tied in a bun comes in. 

"Carter Mayhue. What were you thinking going to school like this. Come along darlin' we have to get you back to Dr. Morison." Carter goes to stand up but grabs her chest and groans in pain. "Oh dear god." I act quickly picking her up bridal style. 

"Let's take her to the car." The grandma says. "you can come with us since you're the only one who can carry her. If that's OK with these ladies." The Secretary's nod at my sudden helpfulness. I carry her out to a big van. I walk in and see buckets under every seat. Pills in the door jams. Tissues and other things you'd use when you're sick. 

"Why is there all this stuff in here?" 

"Didn't she tell you..."

"Nana Sh...I told him i came here for doctoral reasons." 

"Well you did. OK my lips are sealed." He grandma pinches her fingers together and runs them across her lips. Then turns it and moving her hand as if to trow something. "So young boy. Tell me your name." 

"Damion" I tell her before looking out the car's window. I feel a head go in my lap. Moments later i look down, my eyes show me Carter laying there with her eyes closed. I watch her chest start to slowly breath slower. Soon it was steady and slow breathing. I felt the urge to stroke her hair; so I did.

Her blonde-brown hair was a soft, curly surface under my rough skin. My hand would brush her forehead, it would burn a little. She was running a high fever. I didn't think they got that high but they did. Something in my mind registered something wasn't right about her. It seemed like a bad yet good thing that was off about her. She was different from most girls and I liked that. 

"Damion, sweaty, I'm going to drop her off with Dr. Morrison and then take you back to school. we can't have you missing out on any of what the others are learning. That would be a shame." I didn't have the heart to tell her i could care less about school; she seemed really hopeful that I enjoyed it. I only smiled for her benefit. 

I shook Carter, waking her a little as we pulled into a parking garage. She cracked her eyes opened and then slowly and stiffly moved her arm up to her face. She whimpered a little as she moved. It was like it hurt her to move around. I shrugged it off. This is probably just a cold right. I very bad cold. Yeah, that's what it is. She'll be OK. 

A man in a white coat came through the doors with two brown haired girls in scrubs.One girl had a wheel chair.The door swung open. the wheel chair was placed right outside the door. 

"Son pick her up and carry her to this chair. We'll take care of your girlfriend after that. " The male said. Girlfriend? Though that did sound good i decided to tell them the truth. I mean she was a awake and would probably kill me once she got to school on Monday if I didn't. 

"No. She's not my girlfriend. I'm just helping her and her grandma.: I say as i bring her to the chair. They only nod as they push her back through the door. I sat back down longing for her head to be in my lap again, so i could stoke her hair and watch her sleep. I sound so creepy when i say that. 

Why am I even talking like this. She's just a girl, a tool, i could have any girl I want but yet i chose her. No, not gonna happen. I'll just use Jasmine Spinler, the most popular girl in school, for a girlfriend but not her. She's just a no body. She'll leave soon, never to return. Like the rest. Yeah I got it all planned out. 

Or do I?

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 He picked up Jeremy caring him to bed. It was his bed time and he needed sleep. Hannah followed him down the hall as he laid the baby down. He cradled him until he was fast asleep in his arms. Hannah felt like she belonged here. Next to him as she watched him nurse the baby. She still hadn't learned how he go Jeremy but that was to come later. 

"Well I'm going to go home now...lots of work to be down." She smiled and turned her back to the once been bad boy, now scared of love and heartbreak at every corner of the streets female and girl. 

"OK I'll see you tomorrow."Damion says. 

Hannah's  heart drops. She wants him to ask her to stay a little longer, but he's busy getting his life back together. she'll do it at a different time. She wished. She walked home before it started pouring rain. What the 19-year-old boy down the street, with a  one year old, is that she was not an author. Sh was an 18-year-old with a dream of becoming and author. 

This story was her big break and it helped lots to have Damion tell her it. 

'I'm getting this book published, no mater what.' she thought.