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The Outcome Of A Broken Love (Punk Direction #2)

Chapter 1

What’s done is done!
There is no reason to keep visiting the past and the pair of blue eyes that used to make my every delight.
That’s what I tell myself every morning when I wake up after I have had a glimpse of the intense shade of blue that abounded from that specific pair of eyes that shine brighter than pearls… Used to.
As I wake up from another dream, I sigh and run my hand over my forehead to clean any traces of sweat off my skin. I close my eyes for a second and let myself fall back into the much too big bed, all by myself, to be greeted by the known warmth of the sheets and pillow.
I can’t stay like that for too long though. I need to get up and go see if Dylan is fine. I sigh and fight the temptation to lay back and go back to sleep as I push my legs out of the bed to get to the room next to mine.
I stretch and rub my eyes next as I move to the blue room next to mine.
Dylan is shuffling around his crib and he immediately starts crying when I enter the room. Any traces of sleepiness leave me as I practically sprint towards his crib.
Dylan has pushed his feet and hands against his little chest and is clutching slightly at his onesie. I frown and grab his feet, noticing they are extremely cold. As I pick him up, Dylan seems slightly paler than normal.
I was becoming more and more worried as Dylan started to cry, his little feet kicking at my chest as his little hands grabbed my shirt. I sighed tiredly and kissed the top of his head and started to rock him in my arms.
That only made it worse though.
I furrowed my eyebrows because, this wasn’t normal. Dylan does have bad awakening, but he always soothes as I plant a kiss on the top of his chocolate brown head.
I try to make him fall asleep again, maybe he was tired. He has been lately, he even got to the point of almost letting his face fall into his baby mash. The thing with Dylan is he doesn’t bother anyone with loud screams in the middle of the night, he just stays in his bed.
Sometimes I think he has a serious fascination for the dark, but again, he is a baby, he can’t begin to understand what dark is and how scared of it some people are.
After twenty minutes of more crying, I gave up on putting him back to sleep, and got up. This wasn’t normal, this wasn’t even close to normal. I know my one year old, and this isn’t even close to describe him.
I grab his lounging onesie, one that I bought a year ago, and Dylan wore a million times because he liked the fabric. He wasn’t liking it too much today though. I sighed again, worriedly. It was extremely hard to not burst out crying when I found myself lost again, just as lost as I was when I first held him in my arms.
It is the most exasperate feeling ever, feeling like your kid is sick and you have no idea what is wrong with him.
I swallowed my panic, and grabbed his little legs to push them inside the onesie, and then his arms. The zipper was a little bit harder because he was moving a lot and I was scared of hurting him.
After he was done, I managed to push a pair of skinny jeans up my legs and a jacket up my arms before I grabbed him and pulled the hoodie of his onesie up. Hurriedly, I grabbed the keys to my apartment and ran out, doing my best to suppress the panic that I could already feel accumulating in the bottom of my throat.
I got Dylan tucked in the car and left another kiss in the top of his head, pulling the seatbelt over him so he was safe. I quickly ran into the car and drove.
When I reached the hospital, I was bottling a mini panic attack that only needed a little shove to become something bigger.
I’ve been able to control my panic attacks near Dylan, but Dylan never got sick and I never needed to drive to the hospital this early in the morning.
I took him out of the car and locked it, running to the entrance of the ER.
I was worried, well, to say I was worried was a sooth of what I was feeling.
Pure PANIC!
What if anything was wrong with him? What if I couldn’t help him?
I ran inside and just as a nurse was walking by, I accidentally bumped against her. I was seeing everything dizzy, and it felt like the world was spinning. She held my arms and tried to calm me.
“Is everything okay miss?” She asked, her voice as cam as you would expect a nurse’s to be.
“My baby, he’s… something’s not right!” I cried and she helped me go through screening, and luckily, there wasn’t anyone waiting for a consultation with a pediatrician.
“Miss… Skyes isn’t it?” He asked as soon as I sat in the chair in front of him, holding Dylan in my arms “Any relation with Tom Skyes?”
“None!” I answer quickly and awkwardly
“Well, let’s see what’s wrong with baby Dylan yeah?” He asked friendly, and grabbed Dyla from my arms.
I can’t express how uncomfortable that makes me!
He examined Dylan, with a frown in his face as he scrambled, his feet often joining his chest and pushing. I could tell he was also examining his skin color when he asked
“Is he normally this pale?”
“No!” I whiningly said
“Well, I’ll need to take a blood sample and examine it! Just a second miss!” He said
Hearing Dylan’s cries was awful, but once it was done he clung onto me again and didn’t let go.
And that’s how I end up in a hospital chair, with a tranquilizer pill on my sistem. Dylan was squirming, but he was tired, and at this point, I was in the hospital for about four hours.
I could see the dawn was approaching from one of the small windows on the aisle I was waiting on. For those hours I saw different people, waiting, just like me, but none seemed to wait that long for a response.
I was getting nervous again.
But as soon as I was about to ask someone for another tranquilizer, the pediatrician that we saw four hours ago walked through those two doors. And he spoke to me, and told me what was wrong with my kid.
That’s how I started to doubt if my choice to not contact my family was the right one. You only have one, and even if they lied to you for the greatest part of your life, they can help you when you need. And I don’t know if they are still up for helping me or not.
I was playing with my phone in my hands, trying to decide if I called them or not as Dylan was carefully laid in an hospital bed. I sighed and swallowed my despair.
“Hello?” I hear from the other side “Hello?” Came again, the ‘o’ with more accent on it than needed
“Hi!” I whisper
“Birdie?” He said, and noise like scrambling came loudly from the other side of the phone “Ah! Shit!” I widened my eyes
“You okay?” I asked. I never heard him swear before
“Yeah, just knocked a cup off the table! I’m fine!” He sighed “So, how are you?” He asked and I had to swallow the love that wanted to jolt out of me.
“Not fine!” I said, trying to cover up the fact that I started crying again
“What? Why?” He asked and I swallowed
“Look, can you tell me your blood type?” I asked
“Why? What’s wrong Johanna?”
“Nothing dad! I just… Can you please give me an answer?”
“Probably A! But I’m taking medication right now so I can’t donate blood if that's what…” I hanged up immediately
I looked inside the room again, from that small window that let me see my previously healthy baby. He was asleep now, only because they gave him something to calm down and a few drops of iron.
The pediatrician that was inside with him came out and stood about a feet away from me. He sighed
“Miss Skyes! Dylan, he’s… We have the results of his test, and we know what type of anemia he has!” He waited a moment! “He has Hemolytic anemia!” I swallowed “Do you and your infant share the same blood type? He’s… type A! What is yours?”
“AB!” I answer and he nods
“That’s probably the reason why! When mother and womb don’t share the same type of blood, the child can become anemic!” Then the doctor proceeded to tell me weird stuff, and weird names that came to this... “Your son will probably be anemic for the rest of his life miss Skyes.”
I just collapsed. Not physically, but mentally. Even if I was the same type of blood, I’m taking anti-depressives too, and I can’t donate blood even if I was a match.
“Is the dad a match miss Skyes? Is he around?” The doctor asked, one of his hands on top of my shoulder
“I’ll see.” I said, taking a step back from his hand
All I wanted was my baby to be healthy and now I can’t even have that.
I grabbed my phone, my fingers hovering over his number. I need to know his blood type, I need to know if he can do just this one thing for him, and then he can disappear from our lives again. I won't ask him to stay!
Against my own will, I press the call button and wait for him to pick up. Don’t judge me, I’m a mother who’s desperate! I would never call him and tell him he has a son just so he could do us a favor. I would be an opportunist that way. And I never, ever needed anything from him till now.
I have no choice!
“Yellow!” He answered, seemingly tipsy “See if it isn’t the woman who broke my heart!” I closed my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows.
You don’t love him! You don’t love him! You don’t love him!
“Niall!” I greet
“You seem good!” He laughed “You seem great actually!”
“Niall, I need your help.” I said
“Wait what? Guys, have you heard the person who has my heart?” He asked loudly. I’m guessing he is at a party “After 2 years of suffering, she needs me to do her a favor!” I was starting to tear up by now
“Niall, please listen…”
“PLEASE?” he yelled, cutting me off “Please?” He was whispering, seeming a bit more sober “I pleaded you… I pleaded for a second chance, one that you didn’t gave me! And now you need a favor? Why would you need a favor hu? You were fine on your own for two years, not even a word said to me! The bitch who stole my heart needs me now!”
“Niall, don’t…”
“Don’t what?” He yelled again “Why would you need me?”
I don’t need you!” I said emphasizing the ‘I’
“Then who does?” I was crying by then
“YOUR SON!” I yelled and hung up, my back hitting the white wall till I was curling in the ground, my knees on my chest as I bawled my eyes out.
You don’t love him! You don’t love him! You don’t love him!
He’s just a reminder of how you we’re happy in the past! He’s just the person who lied to you! He’ just the person you cried over for a month and a few days!
I sobbed.
“He’s just the father of my baby! Nothing more!” I whisper as I rock back and forth.



Notes

YELLOW!!!!
I'm finally back and I bring the sequel of Punk Direction!!!!
I know it took too long ato post again, but I hopte the chapter makes up for that time. Hope you love it :3

Comments

Please update

#99262 #99262
11/18/16

Can you pretty please update?! I'm dying here

Scarlett latte Scarlett latte
7/27/15

hi i love this story so much whens the next update

@I_Dont_Fuck_Wit_U
I'm mean! Sorry :((

Ijustlovefood Ijustlovefood
11/16/14

For a moment I actually thought things would be okay... sad face