A Second Chance

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Jack's POV

I finally for off at a port in Washington and hitchhiked my way back to Burgess.

I didn't go to my families house and neither did I call them to tell about what had happened, but something tells me the whole town knows about the baby.

When I went to the nearest hotel, to get a room for the night, a group of girls huddled around each other and whispered furiously when they saw me.

I went in and mumbled for a room, I kept my head down as I went through the procedure and got up to my room. I looked at the two-sided bed in disgust and crashed down on the couch.

I didn't sleep the whole night, my eyes were to sore and dry to close. Instead I stayed up and flipped through the channels. I finally settled on Top Gun and watched with little interest.

The next morning was even worse, I got up from the couch and took a shower. I changed and looked at my phone-- I had seven missed calls and both from the last people I would want to talk to.

As i looked at the bright screen I read the numbers out loud. "Six missed calls from Taylor, and one...single depressing call...from Elsa."

I deleted my feed and tossed my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Reaching my hands back to rub the back of my head, I went deep in thought.

What do I do?

If I am the father, what will I do? what will I have to do? But of course, I'll have to stay. If I father a child I have to stay with him or her and raise him or her.

But what if I'm not the father? I can't go back to Norway, Elsa is there. She more than likely hates the very thought of my being.

I threw my head back at the thought and laid down on the hard couch to sleep, and I didn't wake up till late in the afternoon.

I groaned as I got up and moved my stiffen back. Then my phone rang and I answered it, my dad was on the other line.

'Hey, son!'

"Hey, dad." I tried to sound cheery but I guess I'm to down in the dumps

'What's wrong, you sound...bad.'

I chuckled a bit as I rubbed my head, I always found it funny how blunt he could be. "I'm fine, actually... I came back home."

'Yeah! then why aren't you standing in front of me, get over here!' he yelled happily making me smile for the first time since that night.

"Yeah, okay. I'll be right over."

I walked all the way over to my parents house and was welcomed with warm hugs from everyone.

I had arrived just in time for dinner, we all sat down on the table and talked forever about what I had missed. Then the focus turned to me.

"So Jack, how was it over there?" my mother asked innocently

"Did you meet a lady?" My uncle added to tease me, but instead made my smile drop and my legs shake.

I shock my head to say no and took a bite of my dinner roll, "no, not really." I lied and smiled at my little sister.

She smiled back and we both turned to my dad who had his cheeks full of food. We laughed and continued eating.

At the end we sat at the living room coach and talked about me. They kept asking why I left and the people and places I got to see. I answered simply and didn't say anything about anybody besides our intimidating couch.

But inside I wanted to rant on and on about how much of a good time I had. How I made friends and reconciled with my enemies.

But more than anything, I wanted to talk about her.

How we'd meet, how strongly I felt toward her, how she'd turned me into a love sick kid, and how we'd feel in love...

but then I'd have to tell them about how I ruined it all.