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Jonathan's P.O.V

I fell onto a bench heavily, sighing as I raked my fingers up through my hair, looking around for Drew but I couldn't find her, its been almost three hours since she disappeared and tomorrow we were supposed to go to Michigan, it didn't feel right leaving without Drew, this was going to be her first trip out of Cincinnati with me but then she had to go and runaway and I had no clue where she could be.

I had told Vince and Stephanie about her disappearance and headed out, right now I should be packing and getting some rest for the long ride to Detroit, but I couldn't, Drew was all that was on my mind and I didn't even realize it but Renee had actually dragged me to my room, the room I officially met my daughter in.

"Jon, you should pack, and get some sleep, we'll find her tomorrow."

I looked down at her, my stomach was cramped, and my head was pounding with a headache, I felt hot, but it wasn't even humid outside, and I sighed wearily. "But what about Drew? She could be in trouble . . ."

"Jonathan, I bet she'll be fine, you got a busy day tomorrow, you need some sleep, I'll get the cops looking for her, okay? Just please, go to sleep, you're worrying me." Renee pleaded, staring up at me pleadingly, ushering me towards my bed.

I turned around, facing her. She froze and slowly lifted her head to meet my glaze with a concerned look. "Renee . . . I don't think I can sleep . . . knowing she's out there -"

"I know, Jon, I know," Renee rubbed my shoulder reassuringly, trying to comfort me, but it didn't help, it actually somehow made me feel worse.

"No you don't . . ." I whispered, blinking away the tears that stung my eyes and made the short blonde woman in front of me all blurry. "You don't know, Renee."

She frowned, stepping forward and I knew she was going in for a hug and I stepped away from her, turning around, approaching my bed instead. "Just go, Renee, please, I'm not in mood tonight."

I listened as she sighed, and I collapsed onto the mattress, not bothering to get under the covers, facing the far wall, my back to her.

"Goodnight, Jon." She whispered before I heard her close the door softly behind her.

I released a heavy sigh and finally let the tears I had been holding back fall, scalding hot, streaking down my face as I felt the terrible heart wrenching feeling of failure settle in my chest and I just cried, there was nothing I could do. Nothing I knew I could do, I felt completely, and utterly, useless.

I reached up under my pillow and pulled out the picture of Drew and her mom that she had pulled off her wall that day we bonded in her room and let out a stuttering breath. "I-I-I failed, Clarisse." I stammered quietly to the smiling woman in the picture that once stole my heart. "I failed our daughter, I'm so sorry."

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Drew's P O V

I stumbled, grimacing as I caught my balance, looking at the scenery around me.

It was dark, the city lights far behind me, a few miles or so, I was getting into familiar territory as I let my feet drag me farther away from Cincinnati, from the city, from home, from my father. And I suddenly thought of what Jonathan was thinking, what he was doing with me gone.

Did he miss me? Was he laying awake thinking of me, or was he sound asleep happy and relieved of my presence? Was he looking for me, describing me to the police, filing a missing person report, or was he with Renee having the time of his life.

I was in a daze after that and when I finally came to my senses I realized I was at the place. The place where my mom and I always laid under the stars, watching them as if they were a entirely different universe, another world all its own. I glazed at the long grass swaying in the soft, cold, early December night breeze, dry grass crunched under my shifting, sore, feet. I turned slowly to gaze at the large willow tree behind me and felt warm tears slowly running down my cold cheeks.

I reached out, brushing my fingertips across the rough bark, smiling sadly as I found our marker, our claim over this tree. This was our tree, my mom's tree and I remembered the day she and I carved our initials in the trunk.

CA + DA

Now that I thought about it I giggled, thinking of dad's ring name.

Clarisse Anderson + Dean Ambrose

They would of been the perfect couple, the best parents in the world, they are the best parents in the world, the most perfect beings in my life and they created me, the mistake, the accident, the destroyer. Because of me my mom was disowned by my grandparents, my rich grandparents.

My sadness evaporated and was replaced with a burning anger toward me and my grandparents, the fact that two people would just throw their offspring out the door and pretend they never had a child sickened me and then I was mad at myself because it was kinda my fault I was the reason she was disowned.

My mom was a great person and she never deserved what she got in life, but she made the most of it, I got a feeling she loved it, and I choked on a sob for her. Both my parents had hard lives, Mom had it great until she had me, Dad wasn't so lucky, he never had it great until he started wrestling then I came and altered that.

My mom made sure I had it good growing up the best she could and she succeed, I just wished she was here now so I could tell her. I wish I had someone to lean on and not destroy them in the process. Just once, and that would be great.

I dropped my bag and set my guitar case down, under the tree and stuffed my case in the hole in the hollowed out trunk before shoving my bag in too, I pulled a pocket knife out of my bag and flipped it open.

I looked up at the tree and then at the initials before stabbing the tip into the hard surface, working in the letters jaggedly. After I was content I leaned back on my heels and inspected my work, letting myself smile proudly at the turn out.

Right under the CA + DA was one more initial that read:

+ JG

Clarisse Anderson + Drew Anderson + Jonathan Good.

I crawled into the hole and curled up into a ball as I glazed up at the stary night sky and imagine my mom at my side, smiling at me as I stared wonderfully at the white specks in the black sky above and released one more set of tears. "I'm sorry Mom, for messing up everything."