Chapter 7

Elijah's Point of View

I sigh as I stare up at the dark ceiling. I had that same dream again.

Reliving that night I walked out on her. I am ashamed to admit it, but it took me a whole month to realize I made a huge mistake.

When it finally dawned on me that I was an i***t I went after her, but it was already to late. She had moved and nobody knew where she was. And if they did, they didn't want to tell me.

I hired a private investigator. But the man could seemingly not find her. Rachel, my childhood friend, kept telling me to let it go. To forget her and move on. But I can't.

I cringe as I thinks of Rachel. One druken night, after the investigation once again came up empty, I made a huge mistake and got into bed with her.

I told her afterwards that it was a mistake but she wouldn't let it go. Kept trying to convince me we should be together. I know everyone in town think we are together and even if I deny it, she keeps on hinting at it.

The more she insisted the more strain was put on our relationship. And over the last two years her comments about Kathryn kept getting nastier and meaner.

I have told her a few times to stop talking about her like that. But then she cries and tells me how much she loves me and that she just wants me to be happy and I feel bad for her, like I always have since we were kids and just let her back in.

I run my hand down my face and sigh. Thinking about what Amy said when I ran into her. She is coming back. No, they are coming back home. I just don't understand. How is it possible that after two years the man still couldn't find her. Yet as I understood my mother just accidentally ran into her one day and eventually convinced her to move back home.

I sit up in my bed slowly, looking at the time on my phone. 5:30 am. Might as well get ready for the day.

Speaking of my mother, she ran into them four months ago. And she didn't bother to tell me anything I once again think to myself, annoyed. Granted I didn't tell them about the baby, or that I was looking for them. But still. What confuses me the most though is the fact that she hasn't even confronted me about anything.

I knew Kathryn would have told her everything that had happened between us but surely she knows me and would want an explanation.

I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head. I have to head into town today.

It has been two weeks since she came back. I haven't approached her. Giving her some time to settle in. But maybe I'll be lucky today and run into them.

I smile at myself, filled with hope of running into them.

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Kathryn's Point of View

We have been here two weeks with no sign of him. I felt relieved. I didn't want to face him. I know I keep telling everyone I'm over him but to be honest... I don't think I'll ever really get over him. I hate him... And I don't want him anywhere near us but I still love him, even after everything.

I sigh as I look at my little boy sitting next to me coloring.

We got quite a few stares when we came into town. A lot of people were excited to see me back and then surprised to see me here with Colton and then completely dumbstruck the moment they connected the dots.

It was a small town I knew the news would spread fast. That I was back, with a boy that looked exactly like Elijah.

I took a sip of my coffee, when suddenly it feels as if someone is staring at me. I move my head slightly and my breathe catches in my throat.

There he is on the other side of the room. I feel my heart constrict as I look at him. Memories of that night flood me as I snap my gaze back down to my boy.

I grab some money from my purse put it on the table and grab Colton a little abruptly. He starts pushing against my chest, trying to pull away from me, wanting to continue coloring.

"Mommy!"

He whines.

"I'm sorry baby. We have to go. We can color at home okay?"

I say rushing out the door. I hear him call my name before footsteps starts to come after me.

I walk faster, holding Colton close to me, why the hell did I park so far away. I huff annoyed.

Just as I am about to reach my car the footsteps catches up to us and a hand clamps around my arm. Spinning me around to face him.

I rip my arm out of his hold, stepping away from him and basically hiss at him.

"Don't you dare touch me."

Elijah stands there shocked at my reaction, and puts his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry I didn't mean anything by it. I just.. I was hoping I would run into you, I wanted to.."

"No."

I cut him of and move in the direction of my car again.

"Kat, come on!"

Hy grabs for me again but I push his hand away.

"I told you not to touch me."

I glare at him and he nods his head as he runs his fingers through his hair.

"Fine just.. Please, stop running away. I just want to talk."

His eyes shift to Colton, for a moment I see something on his face that I an't quite place but I don't like it.

I push Colton's face to my neck, hiding him from Elijah. I see him frowning right at me, didn't like it that I hid my son from him.

"Kat.."

"No. I am not interested in anything you have to say. Amy already told me all the nonsense you spouted at her. I don't care and I don't believe any of it."

"I swear I came back for you. It took me a month to realize what I had done but you were already gone when I realized I was an i***t. I hired someone to look for you but he could never find you.."

"Bullshit."

I cut him off, shaking my head.

"If you hired a professional, you would have found me. You could have followed Amy, or try to track my credit cards. And even if it was true, which I sincerely doubt, I sent you my location and told you about giving birth. You made your feelings quite clear with the message you sent back."

He frowns down at me.

"What are you talking about?"

I snort at him.

"Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. I gave you a second chance to come for us. You told me you wanted nothing to do with us, that he wasn't yours and to leave you the hell alone because you had moved on. So I did."

I say and shrug. He looks at me, flabbergasted.

"Kat, I swear I have no idea what you are talking about."

I just shake my head at him.

"It doesn't matter now anymore anyway. It's done. We don't have anything to talk about."

"But our son,"

"No."

I cut him off once again, my glare rooting him to his spot as I poke his chest with my finger.

"You don't get to say that. He is my son. You lost the right to call him that the minute you abandoned us a second time."

I turn around and head for my car. I quickly buckle Colton in and drive away without giving him another glance.

I feel tears trickling down my cheeks as I drive. I didn't even realize I was crying. I wipe my cheeks quickly.

He looked so sincere, standing there telling me he tried.

And a part of me wants to believe him, the part that still loved him.

But the other part that resents him told me not to fall for his lies. Not to get trapped and just end up hurt by him again.

I am going to listen to that part. It makes everything a whole lot easier if I hate him.