|June 2014|


“No, you just can’t keep doing that Spencer-”

“Babe! Can you come here!” I put my hand over the receiver.

“In a minute!” I sighed. “Spencer, where did you even get it from? You know what, I don’t care. If you want to move to Florida with us, you need to be clean and stop relapsing. Putting yourself at risk like that isn’t the direction you want to go. It happened in the past and I don’t want to happen again.” He sighed on the other in. “I have to go, but take my words into consideration.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” And we hung up. I sighed. All of today’s events just made my head spin. The way Austin kinda waltzed right back in my life. I mean, I’m happy that he is, because I miss my shoulder to lean on, but now, Spencer is relapsing. Where he got the drugs from beats me.
Pushing my hair back, I leave the bunks to the front lounge.

“What.” I say to Beau. He was seated on the couch, staring intensely at another Laker’s game with Tom(my). Not taking his eyes off the game, he patted the spot on his lap. Hesitantly, I took caution steps towards him before sitting on his lap. He gave me his undivided attention.

“So,” He smiled.

“So?” he ran his hand through a piece of my hair while using the other to keep me balance. Although the events of today are really stressing my mind out, nothing beats coming back to his arms.

“Tomorrow, we’re having our third official date.” He poked my cheek with a toothy grin.

“Third official? As long as you two have been dating?” Tommy asked. I groaned and buried my head into his neck. We’ve only been on two dates, one of those being a total disaster, hence, the second date.

The first date was a total disaster because after Sorry Not Sorry broke up, I was like, fuck. I’m broke. We couldn’t continue to pay for the house, especially when the market crash and caused our mortgage doubled. And so, here Beau was taking me on a date to make things better and that night, we got home to witness a tree fall on my car and smash it.

And it wasn’t covered by insurance.

So, that brought along the second date that went better than the first.

“How many times did you bang her?” a new voice spoke. I looked towards the door to see Eric (Lambert) walking on.

“Once.” He spoke.

“Once!” Tom yelled. “Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yeah.” I mumbled, feeling slightly pissed.

“When was the last time you had sex besides from Beau?”

“Since I was-” Pregnant. I put a hand over my stomach, just expecting Matthew to be in there, kicking the hell out of me. but he wasn’t there. My stomach is flat; empty.

I stood up, pushing his hands off of me and walked off the bus. Once my feet touched the ground, I began speed walking to the OM&M bus. I knocked once, then twice, then a third time, silently praying that Alan wasn’t on the bus and that he was looking for Eric.
When the door opened, I looked up from the ground. “Hey,”

“Ellie?” I cringed a little. “What’s wrong, what did I do?”

“I uhm,”

“Oh Lord, is it really you?” He poked me in the stomach and I giggled, slapping his hands away.

“Hey Phil,” I stood on my tippy toes for a hug. His tan arms enveloped me and lifted me off the ground. I smiled and squealed.

“It’s Ellie‼!” next thing you know, I was dragged on the bus and was smothered by Aaron, Tino, and Phil. I stretched my arms as far as they would go to hug all three of them as a wave of relief washed over me.

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|Austin P.O.V|

“Yes, Dr. Collins, if your condition was too severe for the typical treatment at LAX hospital, where would they ship you?” I put my hand over the receiver and looked behind the tent to make sure no one was following or listening to me.

“Northern California. Depending on the situation and the injuries. If it was paralysis, then therapy would be needed and for that, they would be taken into Oregon for the treatment slash rehab facility after the injury was treated for. You see, the rehab is only for paralysis. Paralyzed from the waist down, temporarily or permanently, upper paralysis, or simple things like the common broken arm or bone.” I remained quiet. “Do you want the dumber version?” he said with a laugh.

“Very much.” I smiled even though he couldn’t see me.

“Basically, they would be treated somewhere north of Cali then taken into Oregon for rehab. Au-Austin, if you don’t mind my asking, why are you asking?” I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair before slamming my fist against the pole.

“I think Max and Matthew are still alive.” I spoke with caution words. “He was in critical condition when I was called, but when I arrived, they were both gone. In fact, there was no bodies to recover.”

“That is strange.” He said after a while. I heard some shuffling around and the opening of a filing cabinet. “Austin, hold on for a minute.” What if they really are alive? Things can go back to normal. I can have my son back. I can be a father again. Ellie can stop feeling so guilty and things can be right again.

“Austin!” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“What?” I said with a smile tugging my lips.

“What I’m about to tell you is classified, but…..” I could hear the smirk evident in his voice.

“But what!”

“Maxwell Cooney was airlift into San Diego, then Fresno. This was filed about six months ago.” Around the same times the accident happened. “And records on Matthew Carlile,” There was some shuffling around. “Oregon.” He spoke.

“Oregon?”

“Your friend and your son are in Oregon.” I gulped and ran my palms down my pants. Oregon.

“Dead or alive?” I asked. Now I was afraid to find out. What if they’re dead? How am I going to get their bodies transported back home? How am I going to break this to Ellie? And Miley. And Ryan. And David. And her mom. My God, please don’t let them be dead, I don’t think I could handle another death.

I don’t think I could handle having my spirit broken so bad after I have lifted it up so high. The chance of them being alive, the chance of our lives going back to normal. Sorry Not Sorry can make music again. Ellie and I can be parents. We may not be together, but I speak for both of us when I say we were happy to raise that child, even after we had broken up. So I held my breath for his answer.

“…….alive.”

Notes

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