Ring, Rage and Jax.

Chapter 16- The one with all the keeping up

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When I woke up this morning, I knew for a fact that there was no running away. That I could not back out even if I wanted to. Wendy has been all my ass treating me like I'm a patient. Like I'm a widow or I'm broken or something.

You are broken.

But I'm still me and that doesn't define me. There's still a part of me, still functioning and running and that makes me- me.

"Are you going to ignore mom now?" Will asks. Will hasn't spoken to me since I stepped into the house. He told me I left him. I left him here all alone and I bolted. He was wrong. I didn't leave him alone. I left him with people who cared about him. I didn't have that here.

"And are you going to stop talking to me in less than 5 sentences?" I ask. He turns away with his cereal and walks away. Will and I have been talking. Only because he wants to convince everyone that everything is okay but the catch here is, our conversations always run upto 5 sentences. Each day. That's all I get from him. Five fucking sentences.

I sigh, close my eyes and count.

1. God knows that you need that therapist.
2. Hit him up while you can and stop this from happening.
3. You've losing a lot of the control over your own self and that's bad.
4. Where did you keep his number? I bet Dad has your therapist's card. 
5. I wonder how the new sessions are going to turn out. I hope it's better than the last few.

I was hoping I wouldn't punch walls and break chairs or scream at the therapist this time. I've done all of it and he still let me. Dad flipped when he heard all the noises and when he screamed and shouted at me, Dan (therapist) told him that I had to let it out.

Wendy walks into the kitchen with a frown. "What's wrong?" I ask and she sighs and plops right beside me. "Will. He's been acting really weird since you left." She says and her forehead had creases if worry written all over her. Dad wouldn't forgive me for making her this tired and beaten up. "Will's bike is broken or something. He won't even tell me the real reason. Now I have to walk him to school." She says while sighing into her arms. 

"I'll take him to school today, urm wend- mom." I say while stumbling with the words. Ever since I got back, it's hard to say the word mom without feeling a ton load of emotions catch up. "Everything okay?" She asks while holding my head in between her hands. How was I supposed to lie to her? "I'll be fine. Please take rest. I'll look out for Will." I say and kiss her forehead.

Will comes marching into kitchen. "Let's go, mom." He says while his face has a new determination. I knew that face, that face just talked to the mirror and tried to convince himself something. "I'm not feeling well, sweetie. Your sister is taking you there." I smirk. His face falls for a second and that quickly wrenches my heart.

Wow, you've managed to get the kid to hate you. You've screwed up bad, Care bear.

He walks ahead of me before kissing his mom and out the door. I wave at her. I decide not to strike any conversation and wait for him to feel like talking. The silence between us painful. It never has been quiet between the two of us.

"Why'd you run away, Cara?" He asks out in the open but he doesn't look at me. "Because of dad. Because of me." I was being honest. Never lied to the boy before. "Where did you stay?" He asks and I swallow the lump in my throat. "Reg-" He shakes his head. He knows they lied. He knows I'm lying. "If you don't want to tell me, don't." He says and I shut my eyes tight. "Delivigne's place." I say and I see him tense at her name.