Chapter 50

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Hey guys,

So I'm beyond excited to share these five chapters with you all. You guys finally get a taste of Ely, Kyle, Willow, Tommy, and Laura's lives. Keep in mind that these chapters are NOT set in the present day. All five are scattered across 2016.

Also, the story will go back to Isla's point of view in the present day in chapter 55. So don't stress - this is NOT the end.

Thank You

Enjoy!

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Elijah's P.O.V

June 2016

"Get a room" Tommy laughs as he and I enter the diner to find Willow and Kyle exchanging saliva.

"If I wanted to see PDA I would visit the biology lab to watch Mr Duncan and his frogs" I half smile as standing across from the happy couple.

"Did you just compare us to Mr Duncan and his frogs?" Willow cocks a brow.

"That I did" I smile "I am going to get a soda....would anyone like anything?"

"Coca-Cola" Willow says.

"Dr pepper" Tommy orders.

"What are you eight?" Willow snapped at Tommy.

"Bite me Willow" he hisses.

"I'll come with you" Kyle stands up as we make our way go the counter.

"Two Coca-Colas and a doctor pepper" I tell the waitress behind the counter. "...You and Willow seem to be happy"

They took awhile making this relationship happen. I'm glad that their hard work paid off. I support them.

"Well we are" Kyle says as leaning closer towards me before clenching his jaw "You're drinking again"

I'm taken back by his statement. He can smell alcohol from a mile away.

I shake my head "No" I deny. "I'm not" I look Kyle straight in the eye.

Kyle narrows his eyes "That's the biggest load of bullshit that I've ever heard" he rips my flask from my pocket.

How did he see that?

I sigh "It is not a big deal" I assure him, despite knowing differently.

"It is a very big deal" he spat.

I want to tell him everything. I want to explain my reasoning behind why I have started again. I want to tell him how my mother is back in town, I need to tell him all that is happening at the moment.

"I'm suddenly not very thirsty" I walk through the dinner "I just remembered that I have prior engagements" I tell my friends before exiting the diner.

But I cannot do it. No matter how much I desire to, I cannot bring myself to be open about this.

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"Elijah!" My father screams like a dying cow as he slams his fists against the front door.

I stand in the living room, only a few feet away from the front door with an aggressively beating heart.

"Just let him in" Audrey holds Noah in her arms. I send her a dangerous glare, making her raise her voice "the neighbours are going to call the police again!" With that she storms out of the room.

"Please don't open the door" Caleb begs me with tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

I soften my gaze. What choice do I have? I sigh before opening the door slowly.

"Where is she?" my father screams with blood shot eyes, attempting to push past me.

I stand between him and the rest of the house, blocking him from my family.

"You are not seeing her" I clench me jaw causing Caleb to run into the next room.

"I need to see her" he struggles to walk.

"Go home" I firm my gaze. "Wherever that may be"

"Let me see her Elijah" my drunken father orders, attempting to push past me.

"Mommy!" Hunter runs to my pregnant mother's side.

There's a moment of silence as my parents eyes meet one another. I sigh.

"So it is true?" My father's eyes softens as he glares at my mother's baby bump.

"Leave Kevin...please just leave" my mother orders from across the room.

"Sarah" he takes a step towards her.

I push his shoulders. "She said leave"

He can't stay here. I won't allow it.

"Get out my way boy!" He glares at me viciously.

"You're not going near her" I hiss.

He shoves me, causing me to send him a right hook. My father bends down, pressing his finger tips against his bleeding lip.

"Leave" my mother clenches her jaw.

My father takes a moment to search his surrounding, before eventually nodding his head. He nods slowly before leaving our home.

"Thank you" she sobs, taking a seat on the sofa.

I shake my head violently. This is her fault. She is responsible for him terrorizing my family.

"How could you be so irresponsible" I cry "your pregnant again! You can't take care of the kids that you have now!"

"We're fine" she looks down at her stomach.

I fall to my knees as grabbing her hands "please I'm begging you" I look into her eyes "take their money"

She can barely provide for the kids she has now. Now she wants an addition to the family?

"No" she argues.

"Please" I beg.

"I'm going back to work" she stands up.

"Maybe you should try providing for your children" I blurt out.

She turns around with a dangerous look "Excuse me? I am providing for this family! Who do you think is out there working two jobs to put food on the damn table?"

"I meant emotionally" I soften my voice.

"What?" She shoots me a blank expression.

"I mean that you're not providing for your children's emotional needs" I struggle to hold my gaze. silence fills the room "Noah is only two years old and you have missed his entire life...His first words...when he started crawling...who is there for Hunter and Caleb when they wake up with a bad dream? I do not see you sitting beside them at three am trying to calm them down...What about Julian and Audrey for Goodness sake? They are growing up and you are missing it because you are too proud to accept your parents money! And now you want to bring another child into our world?"

"Listen to me Elijah-" she clenchs her jaw.

"No you listen to me! I am the one who provides for this family's emotional needs! Not you! Me! And I should not have too....I am a sixteen years old, high school football player who has never been in a real relationship yet some how I am a father of five children who all suffer from abandonment issues because their father is an abusive alcoholic and mother is emotionally detached!"

"That is enough Elijah" she shakes her head.

"This is the most that we have seen of you in months mum....you are five months pregnant and we had only just found out today because you neglected to mention it to us...the six of us have had to endure a tremendous amount of suffering because you are not only too proud to ask for your parents help but you keep letting that reckless guy into our lives" I exclaim.

The a moment of silence as my mother does every thing in her power not to snap and/or cry.

"I'm going back to work" she shakes her head.

She's a flight attended for living. Pregnant women cannot fly.

"You can't fly when you are pregnant" I fold my arms.

"The cut off time is twenty eight weeks for international flights" she grabs her coat.

"Okay go gallivant around the world" I cry "I will stay here and raise your children!"

With that she slams the door shut. I punch the wall in fury. I let out a scream as I clench my jaw.

"Fuck dude" eleven year old Julian enters the room.

I glare at the boy "What did I say about cussing?" I warn.

Suddenly we hear a noise from the back of the house.

"Elijah!" Hunter screams, running into the room.

Oh no. He has come back?

"Julian stay here with Hunter" I order as walking to the back of the house. Immediately I see my father swinging his left shoe against the glass sliding door - attempting to break it down. I slide the door open before shutting it behind me "she is not here"

"Bullshit" he struggles to stand straight.

With that I push him up against the wall, with full force.

"Listen carefully" I clench my jaw, pushing my face only a few inches away from his "You are going to go home and stay there is that understood?"

He smiles at me in amusement "I can smell it" he laughs "does your mum know that you been drinking?"

I let go off him before shaking my head "You're smelling yourself"

"No I'm not" he continues to laugh hysterically. "Who would have thought...perfect little Elijah is just like his old man!" He screams.

I clench my fists in anger. I take a shaky deep breath. "Go to hell Kevin" I order.

He suddenly swings his fist into my gut causing me to bend down in pain "I am your father!" He than wraps his arm around my neck. My throat grew tighter, enabling me to breath. My surrounding grow blurry and silent "You treat me with respect"

I begin coughing "You have made your point" I wheeze "now let me go"

Suddenly he falls back. I cough violently, looking up to see Audrey with a stainless steel cooking pan and my father laying on the floor.

"Are you okay?" She struggles to speak with tears rolling down her cheeks.

There is no time to feel sorry for yourself. Think Elijah. Not emotionally - but logically.

"Get in the car" I order.

"Everybody grab yourselves a coat and get in the van" Audrey orders while picking up Noah whom was crawling on the floor.

My heart rate increases as I hold back my tears. Here we go again.


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