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"look ma, i gotta go, but i just wanted to tell you that."

"okay, baby. don't worry, we will find her."

"i know we will." i said and hung up. time to go talk to the beast.

Blythe
i sat there at the table staring into space. i knew that we were gonna tell her, but i thought we would do it together. she probably thinks i'm a terrible mother.

"blythe?" i heard, but didn't face him. i kept staring into space.

"come on, say something."

i put my finger on my bottom lip and tapped on my repeatedly. i scoffed and stood up to face him.

"so when i said go do something to distract yourself, this is what came to mind?"

"she's my mom. that's alanna grandma. she deserves to know-"

"you're right. she does deserve to know. what exactly did you tell her?"

"everything. nothing, but the truth."

"that i turned my back for a second and that i'm a terrible mom?"

"blythe, it's not-"

"or that i told some guy which one was our kid?"

"blythe, come on-"

"OR that some dude came and touched me in public when YOU weren't there?"

"okay, you can't blame me for not being there. how was i suppose to know that would happen?"

"you know what, maybe i wasn't really cut out to be a mother."

"what are you talking about?"

"i heard the things she said. not to make excuses for me and that she's disappointed in me."

i sighed.

"she's..."

"right." i finished.

"blythe, come on, please just-"

"this situation is very stressful and scary for me zion and i know it is for you too! you know how judgement your mother can be and you just go and tell her?"

"because she deserves to know! stop giving me shit!"

"you KNEW what she was gonna say! that i'm a disappointment! you knew it and you still told her! i don't need those type of words in my head at this time! don't you get it?"

"blythe, that's my fucking mom! just because she said a few words about you doesn't mean she hates you."

"you know what, i'm done." i said and stormed upstairs.

i took a bag and started packing.

"baby, what are you doing?" i heard.

"i think we need some time apart." i heard footsteps behind me. he put his hands on my arms.

"right now we need each other more than ever."

i didn't respond. just kept packing.

"look at me."

i threw my head back in frustration and sighed.

"turn around." he said. i quickly turned around with my arms crossed and an attitude on my face.

"i'm sorry that she said those things about you, but please don't leave me. especially not now." he pleaded.

"all we've been doing is fighting. more than usual, and i don't think i can take it." i said turning back and packing again.

"blythe, please i can't be on my own right now. i need you more than ever. don't give up on me." i heard the cracks in his voice.

i turned and faced him again.

"zion..."

"i am on the edge right now, that i don't think it's safe if i'm on my own."

"what are you- don't say that, z."

"i hate that we fight and i hate that our baby is missing, but you leaving me alone in this big empty house is gonna make me feel worse than i already do. i don't want you to leave me here." he cried.

"come here." i pulled him into a hug as he cried on my shoulder.

"i'm so sorry." he cried.

"i'm right here. i'm not gonna leave you, okay?"

he lifted up his head.

"i'm gonna.." he said pointing behind him.

"no, you don't have to leave. stay." he cracked a smile.

"lemme just unpack the stuff, okay?" he nodded. he sat on the bed and looked like he went to sleep.

i blame myself for making him feel this way. sounds like zion is going through it and now i'm scared.

i climbed in the bed with him.

"z?" i put my hand on his shoulder.

"mmm." he said and turned around.

he cracked a little smile, but still had red eyes from crying.

"i'm sorry." i said.

"for what?"

"everything i've put you through. i've just been thinking of myself and i'm sorry for that."

"it's okay, baby. we're all on edge during a time like this." he said softly.

"yeah, but it seems like you are more than me."

"mmm?"

"wanna tell me why it's not safe to leave you on your own?" but i knew what he meant.

he sighed.

"i don't know what's wrong with me, baby." he said.

"there's nothing wrong with you. you're going through it. you're...depressed and it's understandable."

"i just miss her and want her home." he teared up.

i held his hand.

"i want her home too." i teared up as well.

we talked for some time before falling asleep.

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