In The End (Sequel To Lost It All) [FINISHED]

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"Look at this shit," Dean waved his report card in front of Persephone's face, "passed every class."

"I'm so proud," Persephone put her hand over her heart, "my baby is all grown up."

"What's up nerds," Frankie slid onto the bench, "who else can't wait for summer?"

"It's literally summer right now," Persephone laughed, "but the buses don't come till 2."

"That's so dumb," Frankie grumbled, "why'd they need us here at 8 in the fucking morning."

Dean shrugged, "the school system is stupid."

"True," Frankie agreed.

Dean grabbed his phone off the bench, and typed in his password.

"Oh shit," he swore, and gathered all of his stuff, "I have to go."

"What's wrong?" Persephone asked.

"Alexis is in labour."
*****
Cook had picked me up in the parking lot.

Alexis was in the backseat of the car. She was laying on her back, and clutched her stomach, "hurry up," she growled.

"Calm down," Cook rolled his eyes, and put the car into drive.

The ride to the hospital seemed to take 5 years.

All I could hear was Alexis's laboured breathing in the backseat.

"I'm going to die," she gasped.

"Breathe Alexis," I looked back at her.

"Don't tell me what to do," she glared back at me.

I sank down in the passenger seat, and turned back around.

"Just don't talk to her," Cook ordered.

When we finally got to the hospital her contractions were only a few minutes apart.

We got her a wheelchair, and rolled her through the emergency entrance.

Cook didn't stay with us for long. He disappeared as soon as Alexis was checked in.

I texted Ariel again, and told her we were now at the hospital, and gave her the room number.

"Dean," Alexis gasped, and grabbed for my hand.

"I'm here," I let her lace her fingers through mine.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"I am too," I whispered back, and kissed her forwards, "I'm terrified."

"I can't do this," she cried, "I can't be a mom."

"Calm down Alex," I stroked her forehead, "you can be a mom, you'll be a great mom."

"No I won't," she shook her head, and let tears fall down her face, "I've already failed."

"No you haven't."

"I did drugs," she admitted.

I let go of her hand, and stood up straight, "while you were pregnant?"

She didn't say anything, but she tilted her head slightly, "I'm so sorry," she cried, "I'm so sorry."