Gasoline (boyxboy) ✅

Chapter Twenty

THE LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE EPILOGUE.

||-Austin's POV-||

I looked over at Maisie, seeing her usual smile, upside down.

"What's wrong May?" I asked.

"I dunno. I miss Daddy," she replied sadly.

"It's okay. So do I...but don't worry, we can go to the carnival tonight? Wouldn't that be fun?" I said trying to cheer her up.

"But, Daddy said he would go on the Ferris wheel with me. He told me we would go on the teacups too. He said that the teacups are what princesses drink from, and he said I'm a princess," she said, slightly smiling at the memory.

"When will Daddy be back?" she questioned, wiping a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Uh- I don't know Maisie," I said fiddling with my fingers.

He drove to a therapy session for the first time, he said he wanted to go alone, and he never came home that night.

The therapist even said she didn't see him. He left. I was furious.

"Papa? Can I ask you something?" Maisie's voice questioned.

"Yeah-uh sure," I replied.

"Where did Daddy go?" she questioned, biting her fingernail.

"Um-," I knew that I couldn't tell her the truth, "He went to- uh visit his family- in um- Florida."

"Why couldn't I come?" she whined.

"No more questions," I stated simply walking towards the bathroom.

I opened the tall white door, closing it behind me. I turned on the faucet, splashing some cold water in my face.

"Stay strong....you have to. For her," I whispered to myself.

I exited the restroom, going towards the comfortable chair Maisie was sitting in.

"I'm tired Papa," she mumbled.

I nodded, placing her small frame in my arms, proceeding to carry her up the stairs.

I reached the top of the stairs, walking into Maisie's pink walled room.

"Sweet dreams, Princess Maisie," I said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

I pulled the blankets up to her shoulders, she cuddled her head into the pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed, within a moment she was sound asleep.

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||-Alan's POV-||

I knew I had to leave. I knew I couldn't handle therapy. I knew Austin didn't need this in his life. No one did. It wasn't fair to him, having to keep Maisie safe and having a eighteen year old baby to take care of.

So I ran, and I didn't stop running. I just needed to go. For Austin's sake, Alex's sake, and most of all, my sake. I didn't know where I was going. Or what I was going to do, but I would figure it out. I just needed twelve months. Twelve months away from everyone. Everything.

I hope Maisie didn't forget me, and I hope Austin didn't either. In twelve months, Austin could possibly be married, or be in a relationship with a new man. I wanted him to get over me. Although I don't think I'd ever get over him. I didn't tell a single soul about what I was doing.

A year. That's all I needed. I knew what I did was awful. All the promises I made to Austin, and Maisie, now filled me with guilt. I didn't want to break a little girl's heart, but I was too broken to care anymore. I know that seems really harsh, and it is, but I just couldn't handle it. If I ever did return to Austin and Maisie, I'd have a year to think of one million apologies.

I didn't want them to forget me.

I just wanted to forget everything for a little bit.

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EDITED

OKAY SO LET ME CLEAR THINGS UP. THIS IS CONFUSING AND VERY BORING AND I APOLOGIZE.

So basically after Alan tried to commit suicide and he healed, he started therapy. He couldn't handle the pressure of talking to someone about his issues so he never showed up. He did NOT tell anyone about this little scandal, leaving Austin and Maisie worried sick.

This is getting really long, and it probably didn't make any sense.

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