Yes, I'm awful at updating this story. But I will try and finish it!
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Scott's POV:
What the hell was I doing? I was an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.
I'd drove miles and miles in a temper tantrum that was worthy of a three year old. Now I was stuck in - quite literally - the middle of nowhere... with no gas left in my car.
Now that I'd calmed down, I realised that I'd been stupid running away from home. Not that anyone will have noticed.
Stop that, Scott! Quit being so damn pathetic.
The part I hated was that I'd have to ring someone for help and my pride would suffer. Damn it.
Izzy's POV:
Blake sat awkwardly in my living room, looking quite out of place. He was nursing the dodgy cup of tea I'd made him. I hate tea.
"Well?" I sighed, dropping down onto the sofa opposite him. I just wanted to sleep.
"This weekend has been the longest of my life," he muttered unexpectedly.
I considered that. Friday night had been the night of Scott's little drunken rave and my kiss with Connor. Yesterday... wow, a hell of a lot happened yesterday. And I spent all last night in the hospital, waiting for Brett to do something. Like wake up.
"I suppose."
"How did your ultra-scan go? Will you be in school tomorrow?"
I glared at him, "Quit it with the idle chit-chat."
"I really want to know!"
I rolled my eyes. "Well, the ultra-scan went fine, the baby's perfectly heathly," I smiled. "And I'll be in school tomorrow, I think." I paused. "I was thinking of names this morning, y'know."
"Really?" He was smiling too, leaning forward. "And?"
"Well... I like Noah for a boy."
"That's a cute name."
"And Lily for a girl. I like Bethan and Olivia too."
He seemed to be thinking. "So I take it you're definitely keeping it?"
"Yes."
"What are you going to do? Have you got any kind of plan?"
I looked down, "No idea whatsoever."
He didn't seem to know what to say now.
"So... about earlier."
"Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant.
"I was drunk and stupid and angry." He looked away. "It was sibling rivalry at its worst. You have know idea what it was like... when we were younger, he'd get whatever I wanted. Not because he wanted it, because he liked to watch me suffer. He's not a very nice person, Izzy. But that's still not an excuse. I hurt him. I shouldn't have. I'm just so glad he's going to be okay... I don't know what I'd do if he... if he didn't make it."
That made me look up. "So you've had more news? He's going to make it?"
A slight smile curved on his lips, though it wasn't a happy smile. "Yeah. He'll be released from hospital in about a week."
Relief flooded through me. My hand instantly went to my belly.
Blake gave me a critical look. "He won't be there for you, you know," he sighed. "He's selfish."
I met his gaze. "You're forgetting, Blake. Everyone's selfish."
