Until the World Stops Turning (A Baby Quintis FanFic)

Chapter 13: I'm Sorry

Happy's POV-23 weeks

     "Happy?" I turn my head to see Toby looking at me with concern.
"Yes, Toby." I reply bluntly acting like I don't know what's coming next.
"Did...did you...use all of your money to buy the house?" He asks, his voice shaking. I could see the tears forming in his eyes. "Yeah." I say defeated. Then my eyes fill with tears, and I let them fall.
"Why? Why would you do that? You should have talked to me first." He says.
"Because I wanted to surprise you! I wanted to show you that I cared. I wanted to let you know how much I love you and how ready I am for this family. I'm sorry that I wanted to surprise you and make you happy! And I'm sorry for actually wanting to give this child the childhood of my dreams! Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted to hear? That I'm fucking sorry? Well, there. You heard it. I'm sorry." I finish off and soon my soft cries turn into sobs. Toby looks at me speechless. He walks over and tries to hug me. "Get your fucking hands off of me." I snap. He steps back, but doesn't leave.
"Happy, I don't know what to say-" He looks at me pitiful.
"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like I'm a helpless puppy. I don't need pity, I need comfort, but right now I just need to be alone." I say without making eye contact. I hear his footsteps as he walks away. I look up and he's gone. I've held back these feelings for so long, but now I don't see the point of holding them in when I'm just gonna break down and let them all out at once. I feel like my heart has been shattered into a million pieces and continues to be stepped on. Everytime I get close to someone, my heart breaks a little more. But this is my fault. All my fault. I know that I shouldn't have snapped, but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. The one time I try to do something meaningful, I ruin it. Why is it that everytime I open up to someone, I shut down, they leave, or they try to get closer to me? It's not fair. To anyone. But all that I can do right now is cry and try to escape from reality. And being here is not going to help. Especially with Toby around.

     I walk into my dad's garage and see him working on a 2006 Chevy Camaro.
"Hey dad." I speak. He turns around shocked by the sound of my voice.
"Hey, Happy. What's up?" He asks.
"Um...I was wondering if I could borrow the spare credit card for a while? I'll pay you back when I can." I look at him hopefully and he nods his head.
"Sure. Is everything alright?" He asks worriedly. I clench my jaw. Nothing is alright.
"Yeah." I mumbled. Lie. "Thanks Dad." I say as he hands me the card.
"No problem, sweetheart." He smiles and I leave the garage
I have to leave this dreadful place. I love Toby, but I just cause him too much stress and worry. So, I'm setting him free because he is better off without me. I start running with no place to go. And surprisingly, I'm a fast runner for a pregnant lady. I run for miles until I see a hotel that is certainly out of town and possibly out of the county. I can't go back. Toby deserves to be happy without me. I check into the hotel and I have no idea how far I'll go. All I know is that as long as I'm out of Toby's way, he will be safer and happier.
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Toby's POV

     I'm starting to think that letting Happy go was a big mistake. The way her voice was shaky and the way she looked defeated and tired shows symptoms of depression or...oh no! Giving up! Does that mean that she is giving up on me? Or even life? Shit! I need to fix this quick. I just hope I'm not too late. I hop into my truck and drive to the only place that has the most helpful people that I know. The garage. A few minutes later, I run into the garage and shout, "Happy's missing! I think that she is going to do something really stupid...hopefully I'm not too late!" The whole team runs over to me for details. I'm freaking out and on the verge of tears. "Sly can you track down her phone?" Walter speaks.
"On it." Sly replies.
"Toby, drive around to look for her. Did she take the motorcycle?" Walter asks.
"Okay. No, she didn't take the motorcycle or the truck." I say, my voice shaking and my lips trembling.
"Okay. Just do what I told you and we'll try to track her down."
"Thanks, Walter." I say with my head down. I leave the garage and start driving. The search for my fiancé has just begun.
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Happy's POV

     I wake up on the left side of the bed and look to my right, only to see that no one is there. Then I remember everything that happened yesterday. Suddenly, all of my strength and happiness gets lost in the abyss. I miss Toby, but I know that he is much happier without me. All I do in life is drag everyone down. What am I going to do? I don't have a job out here, I don't have a car, and I don't have any food. I decide to go for a walk to clear my head. I remember seeing a bridge about three miles west of the hotel. I head over to the bridge and see a bunch of cars. Traffic is slow though, so I walk onto the bridge, ignoring the honking horns and flashing lights. I head over to the railings on the side of the bridge, contemplating whether to choose life...or death.

A/N
Hey guys. Just checking in to see what you think about the story so far. Sorry for the depressing chapter, but what do you want from me? Hehehe. I'm evil. So, any thoughts on what Happy is going to choose? I'm just curious about what you guys think. Anyways, I should probably go now. Thanks for reading. Make sure to vote ☺
-Rocky