I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

So What If I Forget Regret.

Michelle.

I packed everything of mine, everything of Madi's and everything of Adams and I left San Diego without a word.

I couldn't take the guilt.

I drove all the way to Santa Monica.

"Mommy, what are we doing here?" Madison asked.

"We're gonna stay  here for awhile. Daddy is mad at mommy."  I said.

"Why is daddy mad?" She asked.

"He just is baby." I said sitting on the hotel bed.

Tony.

I didn't really want a divorce. I'd just said that out of anger, in the heat of the moment.

I planned to call Michelle and tell her that I was sorry, but that we both needed a few days apart.

My parents had arranged my sister's funeral for Thursday, which was two days from now.

I could handle seeing Michelle in two days, but I couldn't handle it right now.

I was pacing the floor in my kitchen, aching for a drink.

I'd been sober for four months now, but at a time like this, relapse was a direct possiblity.

I settled for a beer I'd found in the back of the fridge.

Vic was still catatonic over losing Marisa, he was in the living room with Elizabeth.

I wasn't sure what to do anymore, I just wanted everything to go  back to the way they used to be.

I wanted my sister back, and my happy marriage.

Vic.

I hated that Marisa was gone.

I was convinced that I was never meant to be in love, because everytime I thought I was, something happened to the girl.

I held the only girl I would ever truly love forever in my arms and watched her sleep.

She wouldn't remember her mother, and that broke my heart, but I vowed from this day on, She would always have me. I would always be there for her and Adam no matter what happened.

I knew Tony wouldn't be able to stay mad at Michelle because he was madly in love with her.

He was pacing in the kitchen, still pretty upset about everything.

He wasn't mad at us, he was too traumatized over Marisa.

Truth be told, I'm sure he was more upset about it than me, but she was his sister, and maybe Marisa had been right, maybe I hadn't ever really loved her. Maybe I'd staged it all just to fit in with everyone else and be happy. Maybe I'd concocted the whole clever ruse myself, and I just hadn't been completely aware of it until it was over. But still, I felt horrible guilt over Marisa, because even if I hadn't really loved her, she was the mother of my child, and she was never going to get to see her again.

I laid Elizabeth in the crib in the nursery before sinking to my knees and crying for reasons I wasn't sure of.

 Tony.

I thought it best to let Vic cry, so I picked my phone up and stepped out on the back patio, dialing Michelle's number.

She answered after two rings.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hey baby, it's me, I just wanted to apologize and tell you that I don't really want a divorce, I was just upset.  But I do think we need to spend a couple of days apart. Marisa's service is on Thursday, and you are welcome to come, I actually encourage you to come and bring the kids, but until then, I'd rather not see you, I do love you and I'm not mad at either of you. I'm just stressing over losing my little sister." I said.

"I thought you could take the kids to the service, I don't feel like I have a right to be there." She said.

"No, you do honey. She was your sister-in-law and your friend. Nobody is angry with you. frankly, we don't care anymore, we're sick of being angry at eachother. I know you fucked up, but I forgive you both and so has everyone else. Just please come." I said.

She hesitated for a moment, "Okay, I'll be there. I love you." She said.

"I love you too. Take care of the kids. I'll see  you on Thursday." I said.

She hung up.

Oh god, don't let me me be the only one who says no, at the top of our lungs, There's no such thing as too young.

When second chances won't leave you alone, then there's faith in love.

<3

The End.

(To be continued in a sequel though!)