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A/N: So, I'm back. I won't offer any useless excuses, but I do apologize for the lack of updates. I hope that this installment is somewhat worth the wait.
She Will Be Loved Ch. 11:
I know that I hurt you and things will never be the same
"Please, carry on." Sonny's cold voice echoed through the tense area. Carly swallowed the lump that had quickly formed in her throat upon her husband's arrival. She looked to Steven, who seemed to have a satisfied grin on his face. Sonny's footsteps signaled his departure.
"Shit." She grumbled and felt Steven's hand wrap around her wrist. She threw him a disgusted glare in return. "Get your hands off of me."
"Don't be like that, Carly. Things are going to go much more smoothly now that he has seen us." He replied confidently.
"Smoothly?" She croaked out. "Are you out of your mind, Steven? I just lost my husband."
"But you have me." He answered.
"That's not enough…" She mumbled before releasing herself from his grasp. She looked towards the exit then back at the curly haired doctor she once loved. "I'm sorry." And that was all she said before rushing out.
Olivia paced silently in the dark hallway outside her room. She wasn't quite sure what had made her so restless tonight, but knew that this was best way to ease her jittery nerves. The cool hardwood floors felt refreshing underneath her bare feet. The clock on the wall told her it was close to midnight. Her mother and Jason had gone to bed hours ago and Hannah had been snoring like a baby since eight. In just a few more minutes, she would officially be six years old. Yet, she hardly felt like any other girl her age. She wrapped her skinny arms around herself. She wasn't sure what was bothering her more: that she might end up back with her father or that Jason seemed to be turning into the man she hated. Maybe she was just being sensitive, but she noticed the small changes in him. He had ditched her without an excuse or even an apology. Nowadays, she noticed the stress that took up the residence in his eyes that had once remained carefree and light. He rarely had time for her and Hannah. Of course, there was none of the abuse that characterized the time spent with her father. But what if that was the next step? What if it was only a matter time? Surely not every man is as cold and cruel as her father, right?
"Hey." Olivia jumped in spite of herself. She hadn't heard anyone rise, but was awfully deep in thought. "What are you doing out of bed?" Jason's low timber echoed in her head. He looked tired and worried. She wondered if it was her that had instilled the worry in him, but soon thought better of it. He didn't care enough about her to actually worry. Besides her mother and Hannah, no one really loved her. Everyone who said they did was posers. Fakers, who wanted to worm their way into her heart. But she refused to allow it. Last person she trusted broke her and she would not take part in that kind of pain anymore. She had thought that Jason was different, but clearly she was just being naïve. "Olivia?"
"I couldn't sleep…" She mumbled as she continued to pace. She didn't bother to look at him, but heard a soft sigh escape his lips.
"What's going on?"
"Then why are you pacing in the middle of night?" He continued to prod.
"I told you, I can't sleep. This is what I do when I can't fall asleep." She replied with a slight edge in her voice. "I wasn't bothering anyone."
"I didn't say you were." He watched her carefully. Jason had never seen Olivia act this way.
"So, why don't you leave me alone?" She looked him directly in the eyes, hoping he would realize that she meant business.
"Look, I know you are mad at me---"
"I'm not mad at you." She cut him off mid-sentence. "I don't let people I don't care about affect me."
"So, you don't care about me, now?" Jason asked in disbelief.
"My mom and Hannah like you a lot, ok? So, I'm not going to ruin that for them." She stared at her feet.
"I'm sorry about yesterday morning," He tried but she brushed him off.
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to that happening." She took a deep breathe. "I just thought you were different. Looks like the joke is on me."
"I'm not like your father, Olivia." Jason stated sternly. "Do not shut down on me because I made a mistake."
"I'm serious, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you." She shrugged his hands off her shoulders.
"Don't call me that, ok?" She growled. "I'm not your sweetheart. Hell, I'm not even your daughter. You don't owe me anything and I don't owe you anything. My mom, she loves you and I know you love her. I respect that, but do not expect me to believe that we are going to be one big happy family."
"I'm fine, Jason. Really, I am. I'm not upset with you so you can rest easy." She shot him a tight smile. "I'm actually a bit sleepy now. So, I'm going to head to bed. Goodnight." She didn't even wait for him to reply before disappearing into her room. Jason was left wondering how one little girl could become jaded so quickly.
"Wait, Sonny!" Carly had finally caught up to him outside the club. She never knew how fast her husband could walkand needed to stop and catch her breath as he looked at her uninterestedly. "I'm so so-rry." She managed to stutter out between ragged breaths. "Steven means nothing."
"Save it, Carly." He replied lowly. "I saw all I needed to see when I walked into that room tonight."
"What you saw was me being completely irrational and stupid."
"And that's different from 'everyday Carly'?" He shot back dryly.
"Can we please be serious?" She growled. "I don't know what I was thinking, ok? I just needed to be sure…"
"It's not the fact that you were kissing another man." Hurt shone in his dark orbs. "It's the fact that you needed to do it to make sure you loved me."
"Well, you have your answer." Carly could feel tears rushing down her cheeks.
"I do. I love you more than I could ever love anybody, Sonny."
"That's not enough for me, Carly." He sighed and his fingers fluttered to his temple. "I don't care whether you continue to stay at the Penthouse, because the boys don't need to go through another one of our breakups. Just know, as far as I am concerned, I don't have a wife anymore and you no longer have a husband."
"You don't mean that." Her voice quivered.
"Does it look like I'm joking?" He face was set in stone. "I'm too old for this shit, Carly. I'm though letting you hurt me."
"What about all the times you have hurt me, Sonny?" She was reaching. "Huh? I stuck by you through everything."
"That is your stupidity, my dear." He clicked his tongue before walking away. He was only a few yards away when a tear dropped from his eye. He was just happy that his back was turned and Carly never saw it. Yet, he could hear her weeps in the distance and realized that for the first time in his life, he had done the right thing.
Courtney hummed softly to herself as she went about preparing breakfast. She let a small yawn escape her lips as she flipped another pancake. She hadn't slept very well thanks to Jason's constant tossing and turning. She wasn't quite sure what made him so uncomfortable, but didn't want to ask. She just attributed to jet lag or something. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Olivia enter the kitchen.
"Happy birthday, babe!" she greeted. "I've got pancakes, bacon, and orange juice. All of your favorites." She was about to prepare a plate, but watched as her daughter shook her head.
"I'm not very hungry, mom." She replied. "Thanks, though."
"Come on, Via. You've got to eat something." She tried, but watched as the young girl hoisted her bag onto her petite shoulder.
"I'm going to be late for school." She crossed the room and kissed her mother on the cheek.
"I love you."
"Love you, too." She returned and was about to exit the kitchen just as Jason was entering. He offered her a smile and she nodded in response. "Olivia?"
"Don't forget about shopping when you get out of school."
"I can't wait," Olivia grumbled before exiting room.
"You ok?" Jason noticed the look of disappointment on Courtney's face.
"She didn't eat her breakfast." Courtney mumbled as she continued flipping pancakes aimlessly.
"Maybe she just wasn't hungry…"
"No, you don't understand. This is her birthday breakfast. Olivia always eats her birthday breakfast." The blonde explained carefully. "Even when things were really bad with Doug, her birthday was always good. I would make her breakfast and then we would go shopping…" She sniffled slightly.
"Hey," Jason wrapped her in his arms. "I'm sure you are reading too much into this. I'm going to watch Hannah and you guys are going to go and do your shopping thing. And everything will be fine."
"I hope so," Courtney whispered into his chest.
A/N: Song credit goes to Yellowcard. I know this chapter was kind of short, but I assumed it was better than nothing. Send a review if you would like.