+++++ River's POV +++++
"You can sleep on that bed." I pointed to the one next to mine as we stood in the hotel room.
Bianca looked at me with major confusion as to why I was helping her. I could tell things went down hill after Brantley was born and she never forgave herself for not taking him with her when she left. She obediantly sat down on the bed and watched me carefully as I pulled my shirt off and crawled up into bed.
"Is he okay?" She asked me.
"He's okay." I confirmed.
"So if I came back with you..." She was letting me know that she was considering it.
"You'd meet him and my family." I said.
"No, I couldn't possibley do that. I can't meet him." She said as she shook under her blankets.
"Bianca, it's for the best." I stated.
"Maybe you think that but I left him, River. I left him! How can I face him now?" She grumbled.
"I'm going to try and make this very easy for all of us." I promised her but I knew she wasn't too sure.
"I'll come back with you." She admitted to me.
"Good, we leave tomorrow morning." I stated.
I fell asleep with that in my mind. Bianca agreed to come home with me and I can get her some help. But my only problem happens to be breaking the bad news to Ramona. I knew this was going to be even harder for me to do. I know she'd freak out, and I couldn't take any chances of Bianca kissing me again, or Ramona finding out about it. She'd rip Bianca's head off.
I woke up, stretching myself out and looking over to find Bianca's bed completely empty. I shot up from my bed and looked in the bathroom but she was gone, and so was her stuff. She had taken off in the middle of the night. I growled angrily as my phone went off on the bed stand.
"Hello?" I asked while rubbing my head.
"You never called back last night." Keaton said on the other line.
"Dude I found her. She stayed with me last night and agreed to come back and get some help but she took off in the middle of the night. I don't have much time to go find her." I growled into the phone.
"I'll try and locate her again and i'll let you know." He agreed to keep helping me.
"Thanks man. And not a word to Aubrey. She'll tell Ramona and then it'll all blow up in my face." I groaned.
"It's work, it's confidental." He reminded me.
"Thanks." I replied.
