Just as I Begin to Fade

Thirty Eight. Getting in Touch

The next week would fly by rather quickly; Stevie was sick from all of her crying, but sick already since she continued to get headaches or just dizzy spells.

Lindsey was worried about the stubborn woman because she refused to go to the hospital and then he was also angry and worried about Gwen because she had been marked absent her sixth day in a row and he hadn't heard anything about her from Stevie over the weekend.

Friday afternoon, Lindsey would go to Stevie's to keep up with whatever was going on with her as well as she hadn't been feeling good.

"I just miss my daughter... This isn't the first time that she has taken a break, but this one hurts more," she broke down at the dining table.

"I know, Stevie, please calm down," he rubbed her back.

"Is there a way you could maybe get a hold of her and bring her here?" she wondered. "You're a teacher, Lindsey..."

"I had a little bit of an idea, but I wanted to run it by you first... You could then at least talk to her a little bit."

"Tell me," she begged. "I really just need to talk to her before she decides she hates me forever."

"Okay, but before you do that, Stevie..." he sighed. "Maybe you should tell her things about her father. She really does want the truth. She's mad at us for being together, but she's also upset that she doesn't know what kind of man her father is."

"He was an awful man. I'm not going to ruin him more for her."

"Stevie, she's upset with you. If she knew, she wouldn't be upset with you anymore. There's nothing to protect anymore either."

She welled in tears and she shook her head. "Just figure away for me to see my daughter."

He sighed, but agreed.

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Back at her father's place, Gwen was in the midst of getting ready; she wore a pair of jeans of black, a black strapless top, a leather jacket and her famous boots. Her hair was curly and a little hit messy as she had been flopping it around. The makeup on her face looked like porcelain.

She grabbed her father's cologne and she spritzed a little on her wrist only because it had been giving her a sense of comfort and on her skin, it didn't seem too masculine as it mixed with the scent of her natural PH levels and her rather sweet shampoo.

On this night, she was heading to a party at the college, just to hang out with Bobby and perhaps her boyfriend if he was still coming since she had sort of made up with him.

She grabbed her small purse in which had her license for her motorcycle and such things, lip glass and her keys. On her way out, she picked through her backpack that was on the  kitchen counter and she started picking through her cash so she could make her way to the university.

As soon as she got there, she was greeted by Bobby and she was given a drink.

"Hey, it's good to see you," he kind of shouted over the loud music.

"You too," she patted his chest.

"Where's the boyfriend?" he grinned.

"Not talking to me," she smirked and she took a sip of her beverage. "I'm all yours tonight."

"Well, then do you wanna dance?"

"Sure," she set her small purse on the chair and she took her jacket it off, covering it up. With the red cup in her hand, she followed him to the middle of the room and she danced with him.