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| The Antagonist | Jan 30 2018, 11:00 AM Post #1 |
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Lyric stands outside the familiar door, taking a moment to steady herself. She runs her hands over the hoodie she’s wearing over a simple shirt and jeans, feeling in her pocket for the envelope she stuffed in there before making her way over. On the way she had gone over in her head every possible scenario she could think of; but now that she was standing here, her emotions felt frozen. It was almost as though nothing had changed as she stood nervously at that door, but the reality was that everything was different now. She raised her hand to knock, shaking a little as she did, the apprehension of what was to come weighing heavy on her shoulders. The knock at the door caught the attention of the anxious, for lack of a better term, Gabriel. Turning his head towards the door, he walked across that carpeted floor, stopping once reaching that door. The place would be a bit darkened, curtains drawn shut, the lights turned off. Before reaching for that handle, he flipped on the light, illuminating the interior of that place, slightly cringing at the light. Almost hesitant, he reached down and gripped the doorknob, opening up the door. His expression blank, he looked to Lyric on the other side. Stepping to the side, not a word spoken, as he held the door open, letting her come in as she would. She slipped around him with her arms wrapped around herself, not looking up into his face as she made her way inside. Once inside she turned to look at him, her eyes studying him for any small differences since they last saw each other. “Okay… what do you want to know?” She wasn’t sure how much he knew and she wasn’t willing to give anything up without being pressed, she hadn’t come this far and done all she had done to throw everything away unless she had to. He shut that door behind her before turning around to focus his attention on her. The past few near sleepless nights had faint bags appearing under his eyes. Hearing her question, he thought about it for a moment. It was simple what he wanted to know but as hard as he tried he couldn't form the words. Frustration beginning to build, he took a step back to lean his weight against the door, arms crossed at his chest. “I want to know the truth. I don't want to know that it's subjective. You know damn well what I'm talking about, Lyric.” Those eyes had begun to wander, primarily down towards the floor. Bringing his head up, he looked over at her, eyes fixated directly at her. “This..new addition..” She tries to avoid meeting his eyes, looking just past him as she looked to him. Her hands shook and she thrust them into her pockets with a small sigh. “What about him?” She regretted saying him as soon as she did, balling her hands up into fists around the paper inside her pocket. Him. That one word made Gabriel glad he was leaning against that door for the time being. Unable to control it, his features tightened noticeably, those eyes never leaving her. “I'm going to make this as simple as possible. Tell me what happened. I have a million questions but I'm willing to bet a majority of them could be answered just by you telling me what happened.” Remaining completely still against that door, he was struggling to keep his composure. She sucked in a breath, trying to weigh up her options; her eyes darted around the room before settling on him again. Part of her wanted to just tell him everything, she still cared, under all of the anger and hurt. But she wasn’t ready yet… “Tell you what happened, when, Gabriel? When exactly would you like to know the happenings of?” And with that, all composure was lost. Slamming his hands against the door on either side of him, he nearly flung himself out of that leaning position, taking a few steps forward. “ENOUGH!” His expression twisted into anger as he glared at her. Bringing a single hand up, he ran his hand through what little hair was atop his head. Visibly trying to compose himself, he shook his head. “I'm tired of this game. You know what I want to know. Is it my son?” “Not legally.” She pulled the paper out of her pocket and held it out to him, a birth certificate, for a three week old boy, named Christopher Night-Adelson, there on the line for father, was Rhett’s signature, clear as day. Her hands trembled as she held the paper out to him. “But yes. He’s our son.” Looking down at that paper she held out, his hands balling into overly tight fists to the point of his knuckles turning white. Chest rising and falling, he forced his eyes away from the paper, looking back to her. “Why was this kept from me? Why did YOU keep this from me?” Any questions he might have had left were washed away by those negative feelings. His mind swimming in them, he took a step back, bringing his hands up to vigorously rub his face. “Why?” She stepped back slightly and slid the paper back into her pocket, shaking her head a little her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at him, guilt gnawed at her as she saw emotions washing over him. “I thought I was losing him, the hospital did too. After you went back they told me things had stabilized and I knew… I knew I had to make a decision for the both of us. How things were, nothing was okay, with Xavier in the hospital and you like you were, we weren’t okay. Nothing was okay and I just… I saw it as a way to escape, to get away and I just knew Gabriel, I knew that if you knew I was still pregnant you’d never let me go…” She shook her head and looked down to the floor with a frown. “Rhett just… happened, I didn’t leave you for him, I didn’t go running to his embrace. He was there for me when I had no one, I had nothing. He gave me somewhere to stay and he gave me the support I needed to get through this.” Word after word hit harder than the one before, none of which did anything to calm everything he was feeling all at once. Parting those lips of his to speak, he closed them shortly after nothing came out. Turning around, his back facing her, he shook his head slowly, a slight tremble to his hands and voice both. “I could have..would have given you all of that. I would have given you everything you could have possibly needed. Been there for you every step of the way. You say you made the decision for both of us..but it was the wrong one.” Keeping his back turned to her, his head falling just a bit as he continued. “I sat there, feeling like a part of me had died, and I watched my brother lay there, motionless, unresponsive, not knowing if things would EVER get better..not knowing ANYTHING..” Taking a couple steps towards that door, he brought his hand up to press against it, using it to prop himself up. “And all this time..” Stopping himself once more, he shook his head, letting it lower the rest of the way. She could feel tears burning at her eyes and she wanted to approach him, to comfort him in some way, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, her own voice taking on a tremble as she spoke. “You… it didn’t seem, like you cared, Gabriel. I - I didn’t want him to have a life like I did not knowing and I had to make a choice, I was all alone there and I had to make a choice. You say it was the wrong one but look at you right now, look in yourself… can you really say you’re ready to give him the life he deserves?” “No..I'm not.” Pushing off of that door again, he turned around to face her once more, only this time slowly taking step after step towards her. “But I would have adjusted. I would have made the effort..made changes. I would have done everything I needed to do because that child, that bump on your stomach, I was ready and willing to do whatever it took to give him a life better than what I had growing up, better than what you had. All of that, the fighting, I would have given EVERYTHING up for him..” His jaw clenched, he stopped bothering to even try and keep his usually stoic nature about himself. “Nobody is ever fully prepared for a child but you adjust, you learn, you adapt. And it might not have seemed like it, but I did care, more than I've cared about ANYONE who was in your position.” She stepped back to sit down on the couch, her head hanging down as she looked at the floor. “Listen to what you’re saying, would have, you would have done this or that, but you can’t know it. For the last three weeks, Rhett has been by his side in that hospital, he’s been the one willing him to pull through, he’s been the one not sleeping because the NICU could call anytime with news we were terrified to hear.” She pushed her hands back into that pocket to hold onto that birth certificate, knowing it protected her and Christopher for now… until she knew what Gabriel would decide to do. “Rhett brought him home, fed him his first bottle, changed his first diaper… he’s a father… there’s no would or maybe… but that’s all there is with you." His brow lowering, he looked a bit taken aback by her words. “BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE THE CHOICE!” His voice nearly boomed those words as he stood in that spot, his eyes locked onto hers. “I would have happily been there. Every moment before I found out, every second finding myself wanting that exact thing more and more.” His voice straying off after those last words as he shook his head, hurt showing in his features, resonating with his voice. “But that choice was taken from me...by you.” She physically jumped when he raised his voice, looking up to him she sighed softly and shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She pushed up from the couch, as much as she wanted to be drawn in by his hurt, as much as a part of her still wanted to comfort him, to focus on his pain… a part of her still cared deeply for him, but it was a part she locked away the day she left. “But… I have to know… what do you intend to do now that you know?” As soon as that last word slipped from her mouth, Gabriel knew exactly what to say, the answer such an importance in his mind. “I'm going to be apart of his life. It's going to be known that, however much good Rhett did and is doing for you two, I am his father. It's not something I'm going to keep quiet.” He shook his head, the words he spoke serious, on point with everything that was going through his mind. “And I want to be able to see him, have him a fair amount.” She shook her head quickly, deep down she had wanted him to say that he would leave them in peace, let them have their family. “I don’t know if I can give you that… I mean, legally you don’t even have a claim to him, Rhett is recognized as his father-“ “-I- am his blood father, no piece of paper can or will change that. You knowingly withheld knowledge of him to me.” Bringing his arms up, he crossed them at his chest. “I think I'm being very fair with all of this. I think I've managed better than I should have. But I will do everything I possibly can to make this happen.” She nodded slowly, taking the paper back out of her pocket she placed it between them. “You should know that Chris and Jade have been with him, they love him just as much as Rhett and I do, no one is going to let you have a negative effect on his life Gabe, so you need to think carefully about what you’re asking.” She stood up slowly, glancing at the clock and looking for an excuse to leave, it before she does, she pulls out a few photos she had in her pocket, placing them on top of the paper, they’re pictures of him in the hospital and the day he came home, wrapped up in a blanket and in her arms. “I have to get back, I can’t leave him for long at the moment… I know you’re not going to keep this quiet, I know it’s too late now. But just know that I’m not going to let anything happen to him…” Looking down to those pictures as she laid them there, he reached across, picking them up. His eyes glued down onto them as he spoke. “That's not something you or any of them have to worry about. I'm not going to do this wrong.” She nodded quietly, turning to leave him with his thoughts and the pictures and leaves without another word, closing the door quietly behind her. |
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