*Skylar's POV*
I wake up sobbing, clutching my stomach. I suddenly remember, I don't have a baby any more. My baby is gone. Oh I'm sorry, let me catch you up. It was two years ago, I was in the hospital, giving birth to mine and Dean's daughter. She died at child birth. I was heartbroken. I would not stop sobbing. I remember the exact words Dean said to me.
*FLASHBACK* (Mild Language Usage)
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU BITCH!" Dean shouted at me.
"I am so sorry." I hugged my knees to my chest as I rocked back and forth, trying to deal with the death of my angel. My beautiful baby girl. She never got to see her daddy's face. I never got to see if she had her daddy's beautiful green eyes. I looked up to meet his eyes, but flinched as I did so. All I could see was rage and hatred. He slapped me hard.
"I HATE YOU! YOU CAN SO TO HELL YOU SLUT!" He yelled. I sobbed even harder. "I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU! I WILL KILL YOU BEFORE I LOVE YOU AGAIN!" He added.
"YOU ASSHOLE! I COULDN'T HELP IT! SHE WAS MY BABY TOO. I CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS AND YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THIS IS MY FAULT. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CAREFUL! I KNOW I KILLED HER YOU DICKHEAD, BUT WHAT I DON'T KNOW IS WHY YOU FEEL THE NEED TO REPEATEDLY TELL ME!" I shouted back. He looked shocked. I quickly changed and checked myself out. I felt Dean grab my arm. "What the hell do you want from me god dammit?" I shoved him off.
"I'm sorry Sky, I shouldn't have..." He began.
"What yelled at me? You were speaking the truth Dean." I whispered.
"No this isn't your fault." He tried.
"IT IS ALL MY FAULT!" I screamed. Anger filled him again.
"I KNOW THAT, BUT I WAS TRYING TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER! LEAVE AND DON'T EVER COME BACK! I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN." He growled. I grabbed my car keys from my pocket and got into my 1969 Pontiac Firebird. I drove away from Dean and never looked back. Not once in two years.
*END*
I whimper to myself, holding my knees tightly against my chest. I let out a sob and cry into my arms. There is a knock at my door and I shakily get up and walk over to it. I open it and wipe away my tears.
"Hello..." I begin.
"Skylar?" A familiar deep, rough voice speaks. I look up and meet an all too familiar set of sparkling green eyes that are filled with remorse. I glare.
"What do you want, Dean?" I spit out his name like it's poison.
"Bobby told me you were here, hunting and I was too, so I..." He begins.
"No. I won't work with you. In fact, I want nothing to do with you." I slam the door shut. He bangs on the door.
"Sky? Is this about the baby? It wasn't your fault!" Dean shouts through the door. I throw open the door, tears pouring down my cheeks.
"It was all my fault!" I scream at him. "I should have been more prepared. Took more vitamins to make her healthy. Done something more." I snap.
"I wasn't you Sky..." Dean reassures me. "It wasn't your fault. The doctors told us the baby was too weak from the beginning. She had a slim chance of making it." Dean adds for proof.
"You don't know what I went through Dean. I carried that baby for nine months. She was my little miracle and I never even got to hold her. Not once." I choke out. He reaches out. "Just because I told you that, doesn't mean I forgive you or want anything to do with you." I step away from him.
"Sky..." He pleads.
"Just go Dean. I don't want to see you right now. I have to pack up and get out of town by tonight." I shoo him off, locking the door. I grab my duffel and bring it into the bathroom. I shower in the icy cold water, not really caring. As I exit, I blow dry my hair and brush my teeth. I grab a pair of acid washed jeans, a Fall Out Boy t-shirt, and my black Converse. After pulling on my undergarments and clothes, I shove all my things in my bag. I pull my hair up into a messy bun and hurry out the door to avoid Dean. I drive to a small cafe. I get a short stake of chocolate chip pancakes and a side of bacon along with a cup of milk. I wait patiently for my order, when my phone buzzes. I jump in surprise, but pull it out. I see I have a text. I open it and frown. I see that it is from my sister. I haven't spoken to her in two years either. She dropped contact with me and never picked it up again.
From Sabrina: Hey there Blue Sky!
To Sabrina: What the hell do you want from me?
From Sabrina: Touchy, touchy. Don't use that tone with me. I need you to come to Mystic Falls.
To Sabrina: I have every damn right. You left me to rot. I don't want to come to Mystic Falls.
From Sabrina: That it not true! I never left you.
To Sabrina: Then where the hell have you been for two years of my life, when I needed you the most. Did you know that my baby died at child brith. Did you know that Dean left me?
From Sabrina: I had no idea...
To Sabrina: Exactly.
From Sabrina: Then don't come to Mystic Falls for me, do it for Angel. Do it for Summer, Jules, and the others. They miss you. I miss you.
To Sabrina: I'm coming after I eat, but not for you. For my friends. For my real family.
I stop texting her as my food arrives. I eat my pancakes quietly, ignoring the fact that Dean has just entered. I finish and pay my check. Dean grabs my arm, pulling me down into the booth next to him.
"Are you headed back to Mystic Falls?" He whispers in my ear. I shiver at the huskiness in his voice.
"Yes I am." I rip my arm from his grip.
"Then I guess I'll see you there." He smiles weakly.
"Ya, I guess." I leave, getting in my car. I turn up one of my ACDC cassette tapes as I speed down the road towards a town that I never thought I would ever have to go back to.
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Hey guys! I know, a lot of updates, but here you go! The first chapter of the sequel to Two Worlds on Collide.
Love Always,
RACHEL<3
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The Years to Come
FanfictionTwo years is a long time. A lot can happen in two years. Sequel to Two Worlds on Collide.
