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I Have To Get Away
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Amanda's P.O.V.
I got out of my car and made a straight dash for the door, but before I could open it, Ryan did. It was as if he had been watching me, which I wouldn't have been surprised to find out if he had. Ryan was very caring and an over worrier. It was nice...But it was strange. That wasn't the way Ryan used to be, not that I am complaining, it was just different.
"Hey." He greeted. All I could manage was a smile in return, scared of what words would come out my mouth if left to chance. "Where's Mel?"
"Um...Haze is gonna watch her for us tonight." Without even looking up at Ryan's face, I knew a smirk had spread from one corner of his lips to the other. He had plans. Plans that I hadn't intended to happen, but it was clearly the first thing that he thought about. Maybe he wasn't so different after all.
"I was gonna offer to watch her over at my place, that way you could have some alone time. But, if Hazel's got her..." The next thing I knew his arms were around my waist and he was nibbling at the base of my neck. I tried to push him off me completely, but it didn't work.
"Alright, what's wrong?" He asked, pressing his forehead to mine.
"PMS."
"Ew. Okay, that’s TOO much information." He released me from his clutches and I half-smiled at the look of disgust on his face. "Ha, that was a smile." He said, pointing at my lips. I playfully pushed his finger away, before remembering what I was meant to be doing. My face went dead serious and all of the laughter vanished.
"Ryan, I just want to go to bed." I lied, moving past him in the doorway.
"If you want some comp-" I cut him off. Company wasn't something I wanted.
"I don't." I called back to him as I ran up the stairs to my room. I managed to reach almost the top of the stairs before the pregnancy test fell from my pocket. I froze on the spot.
"I got it." Ryan said, but I rushed back down a few steps so he wouldn't even see it. Picking it up, I pushed it back in my pocket and prayed that, that was the end of things. "What's that?" Obviously not.
"It's a-uh-drug that helps with PMS pain." I lied again. "Well, see you in the morning." I rushed off up the rest of the stairs and into my room.
After I double checked the door was locked, I pulled out two large suitcases from under my bed, the ones I had kept with me for so long in case of emergencies such as that one. I placed them side-by-side and flew them both open, reading to start packing.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself aloud. I shook my head free of that thought instantly. I had to do this. I pulled open all my closet doors and drawers, pulling out random pieces of clothes, folding them up and shoving them in the suitcases. I knew I had to get away.
Mel's P.O.V.
Hazel and Spencer took me to work the next day. I wasn't in any of the scenes they were shooting, it was mainly Ryan and Megan, but I still had to go. And I wanted to go, too. When the three of us arrived at the studio, I felt a little nauseous. I don't know why, but it felt bad. It was as if something was wrong, deadly wrong. I clutched onto Spencer's hand since he was closer to me and he squeezed it gently.
"What's up, Mel?" He asked, noticing how scared I was.
"Nothing." I lied. As much as I hate to say it, Spencer wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.
"Alright." He replied, giving my hand another squeeze, and the three of us continued into the studio.
As soon as I saw my mother, I ran over and hugged her tightly. She patted my head gently, not paying me too much attention to me or giving a lot of feeling into the pat.
"Mel, go into your dressing room, I'll be there in a minute." She told me. I nodded my head, though I wanted to stay with her, and skipped off to my dressing room regardless. I hated being away from my mother for too long. I know it had only been one night, but when I had spent my whole life with it just being the two of us, I was used to being around her so much.
When I arrived in my dressing room, I saw two large suitcases, just like I had when mom had tried to pull me out of the movie before. A million thoughts came rushing into my mind. Was she taking me out the movie? Why was everything in the dressing room still intact? Where were we going to go? Was Ryan coming with us? Did Hazel know and keep it a secret from me?
I felt so dizzy, my entire world was spinning.
Amanda's P.O.V.
After Mel left for her dressing room, I hugged Hazel as tightly as Mel had hugged me. I felt tears panging in my eyes, but I refused to let them out.
"Haze, I'm leaving." I choked.
"What?" I could see the moment was getting to her too. I nodded my head to confirm what I had said was true. "Why?"
"I can't stay here. I'm pregnant with his baby...again! I have to leave, Haze." I told her. It was the truth. And I was doing it again; running away from my problems. It was what I did best rather than stopping and facing up to them.
"I understand." She stroked my hair, reassuring me everything was going to be okay, but I wasn't sure if it would be. "Just promise me you won't keep running away every time something like this happens."
"I promise..." I gave her one last hug and ran off after Mel, forcing the tears even further back so that Mel didn't see.
I walked into the dressing room as casual as ever. Mel was sitting on the sofa, head between her legs.
"Mel?" I walked over to her and knelt on the floor, putting my hand on her back.
"My head hurts and I can't see properly." That usually happened when she was upset and thinking a lot. I pulled her onto my lap and slowly rocked back and fore as if she was still a baby, like I wished she was.
"It's alright. Me and you are gonna go away for a while." I told her in simple terms. "Like a vacation."
"Why?"
"Because...I'll tell you when we're on our way there." I explained. We were going to go stay with my cousins in Canada. They were the only family I had other than Mel herself. I barely knew them, but it was better than nothing.
I helped my daughter to her feet and brought her her jacket. I helped her put it on and made sure she looked alright. When she had these funny turns she was really ill and couldn't think straight for a few hours. I had suffered with it as a child and I knew how Mel felt because of it.
"Mom, are we going because of the baby?" I froze.
"How do you know about the baby, Mel?" I asked.
"I heard you and Hazel talking on the phone last night." I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes again. I had to cover my mouth and turn away from her. She patted my back, but she was shaking.
"Yeah, now, we gotta get moving." I quickly buttoned up her jacket for her and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the door where the suitcases were waiting. I was planning on escaping out the back while Ryan was filming. It was a good escape plan in my mind.
I took one suitcase and Mel took the other, wheeling them out the door. We rushed down the abandoned corridor-everyone was on set or around that area-to the car park where I already had a cab waiting. The driver pulled open the trunk and popped our bags in. I climbed into the back seat with Mel snuggling up to my legs, avoiding a few stray paparazzi's who were snapping pictures at us form the other side of the fence.
"Where to, Miss?"
"Airport, please."
Hazel's P.O.V.
It took me twenty minutes after Amanda left for me to realize what had just happened. I dropped the cup of coffee I was holding and started to run down to the set where Ryan was filming.
"RYAN!" I yelled, as I skidded past the camera, grabbing hold of one of the prop chairs to steady myself.
"CUT!" Jon shouted. "Haze, we're kind of filming here." I knew he was annoyed. I had just burst onto his set in the middle of a scene, so he did have reason. But I also had a reason.
"This is more important!" I told him, before turning back to a confused Ryan.
"She's gone!" I cried. "Amanda left with Mel!"
"Haze, slow down, who's gone with Mel?" Tears were starting to form in my eyes and I could barely see anything around me. Ryan helped me onto a chair, so I could explain to him clearly what had happened.
"Amanda, she took Mel and left!" My breathing was starting to turn raspy as I explained everything I knew. "Amanda's pregnant and she thought you wouldn't want the baby, so she took Mel and left."
"WHAT?!" Ryan screamed. "Where's she gone?"
"I don't know, but I let her go, it's all my fault, I should have stopped her." Unexpectedly, Ryan pulled me into a hug, patting my back he whispered, "It's not your fault."
"It is." I cried into his shirt.
"No, it's not. It's my fault, all of this is my fault."
"You need to go after her." I told him, breaking away from the hug and wiping my eyes. I saw Ryan quickly nod his head before he ran off outside. Jon didn't even attempt to stop him.
Ryan's P.O.V.
Millions of different thoughts were racing around in my mind as I ran from the set to the road outside. Lucky for me there was a cab parked outside and it was just waiting for business. I jumped in the back and the driver turned to face me.
"Hey, you're Ryan Ross!"
"Great observation skills!" I snapped at him, but I don't think he realized. And that is why I pity can drivers.
"What a day for business; first Melissa Ross, then Ryan Ross. Wow!" The driver smirked to himself, turning back to the front and buckling up. "So, where ya heading?"
"What did you say?"
"Where ya heading?"
"No, before that! Melissa Ross was here?"
"Yeah, yeah, her and that sexy agent of hers."
"Where did they go?"
"They wanted me to take them to the airport-"
"To the airport! And step on it!" The idiotic driver didn't question me, he just sped off in the direction of the airport. Luckily it wasn't too far away. I watched the world passing by in a daze, but I paid it no attention. My mind was fixed on Amanda and how off she had been the past few days. Hazel's words ran around in my head, 'Amanda's pregnant and she thought you wouldn't want the baby'. I'm not sure if the words had sunk in or if I was just in shock. Whatever it was, I prayed I wasn't too late. If their flight had already gone, I was fucked. I couldn't wait another ten years for Amanda to show up again.
I got out of my car and made a straight dash for the door, but before I could open it, Ryan did. It was as if he had been watching me, which I wouldn't have been surprised to find out if he had. Ryan was very caring and an over worrier. It was nice...But it was strange. That wasn't the way Ryan used to be, not that I am complaining, it was just different.
"Hey." He greeted. All I could manage was a smile in return, scared of what words would come out my mouth if left to chance. "Where's Mel?"
"Um...Haze is gonna watch her for us tonight." Without even looking up at Ryan's face, I knew a smirk had spread from one corner of his lips to the other. He had plans. Plans that I hadn't intended to happen, but it was clearly the first thing that he thought about. Maybe he wasn't so different after all.
"I was gonna offer to watch her over at my place, that way you could have some alone time. But, if Hazel's got her..." The next thing I knew his arms were around my waist and he was nibbling at the base of my neck. I tried to push him off me completely, but it didn't work.
"Alright, what's wrong?" He asked, pressing his forehead to mine.
"PMS."
"Ew. Okay, that’s TOO much information." He released me from his clutches and I half-smiled at the look of disgust on his face. "Ha, that was a smile." He said, pointing at my lips. I playfully pushed his finger away, before remembering what I was meant to be doing. My face went dead serious and all of the laughter vanished.
"Ryan, I just want to go to bed." I lied, moving past him in the doorway.
"If you want some comp-" I cut him off. Company wasn't something I wanted.
"I don't." I called back to him as I ran up the stairs to my room. I managed to reach almost the top of the stairs before the pregnancy test fell from my pocket. I froze on the spot.
"I got it." Ryan said, but I rushed back down a few steps so he wouldn't even see it. Picking it up, I pushed it back in my pocket and prayed that, that was the end of things. "What's that?" Obviously not.
"It's a-uh-drug that helps with PMS pain." I lied again. "Well, see you in the morning." I rushed off up the rest of the stairs and into my room.
After I double checked the door was locked, I pulled out two large suitcases from under my bed, the ones I had kept with me for so long in case of emergencies such as that one. I placed them side-by-side and flew them both open, reading to start packing.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself aloud. I shook my head free of that thought instantly. I had to do this. I pulled open all my closet doors and drawers, pulling out random pieces of clothes, folding them up and shoving them in the suitcases. I knew I had to get away.
Mel's P.O.V.
Hazel and Spencer took me to work the next day. I wasn't in any of the scenes they were shooting, it was mainly Ryan and Megan, but I still had to go. And I wanted to go, too. When the three of us arrived at the studio, I felt a little nauseous. I don't know why, but it felt bad. It was as if something was wrong, deadly wrong. I clutched onto Spencer's hand since he was closer to me and he squeezed it gently.
"What's up, Mel?" He asked, noticing how scared I was.
"Nothing." I lied. As much as I hate to say it, Spencer wasn't the sharpest tool in the box.
"Alright." He replied, giving my hand another squeeze, and the three of us continued into the studio.
As soon as I saw my mother, I ran over and hugged her tightly. She patted my head gently, not paying me too much attention to me or giving a lot of feeling into the pat.
"Mel, go into your dressing room, I'll be there in a minute." She told me. I nodded my head, though I wanted to stay with her, and skipped off to my dressing room regardless. I hated being away from my mother for too long. I know it had only been one night, but when I had spent my whole life with it just being the two of us, I was used to being around her so much.
When I arrived in my dressing room, I saw two large suitcases, just like I had when mom had tried to pull me out of the movie before. A million thoughts came rushing into my mind. Was she taking me out the movie? Why was everything in the dressing room still intact? Where were we going to go? Was Ryan coming with us? Did Hazel know and keep it a secret from me?
I felt so dizzy, my entire world was spinning.
Amanda's P.O.V.
After Mel left for her dressing room, I hugged Hazel as tightly as Mel had hugged me. I felt tears panging in my eyes, but I refused to let them out.
"Haze, I'm leaving." I choked.
"What?" I could see the moment was getting to her too. I nodded my head to confirm what I had said was true. "Why?"
"I can't stay here. I'm pregnant with his baby...again! I have to leave, Haze." I told her. It was the truth. And I was doing it again; running away from my problems. It was what I did best rather than stopping and facing up to them.
"I understand." She stroked my hair, reassuring me everything was going to be okay, but I wasn't sure if it would be. "Just promise me you won't keep running away every time something like this happens."
"I promise..." I gave her one last hug and ran off after Mel, forcing the tears even further back so that Mel didn't see.
I walked into the dressing room as casual as ever. Mel was sitting on the sofa, head between her legs.
"Mel?" I walked over to her and knelt on the floor, putting my hand on her back.
"My head hurts and I can't see properly." That usually happened when she was upset and thinking a lot. I pulled her onto my lap and slowly rocked back and fore as if she was still a baby, like I wished she was.
"It's alright. Me and you are gonna go away for a while." I told her in simple terms. "Like a vacation."
"Why?"
"Because...I'll tell you when we're on our way there." I explained. We were going to go stay with my cousins in Canada. They were the only family I had other than Mel herself. I barely knew them, but it was better than nothing.
I helped my daughter to her feet and brought her her jacket. I helped her put it on and made sure she looked alright. When she had these funny turns she was really ill and couldn't think straight for a few hours. I had suffered with it as a child and I knew how Mel felt because of it.
"Mom, are we going because of the baby?" I froze.
"How do you know about the baby, Mel?" I asked.
"I heard you and Hazel talking on the phone last night." I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes again. I had to cover my mouth and turn away from her. She patted my back, but she was shaking.
"Yeah, now, we gotta get moving." I quickly buttoned up her jacket for her and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the door where the suitcases were waiting. I was planning on escaping out the back while Ryan was filming. It was a good escape plan in my mind.
I took one suitcase and Mel took the other, wheeling them out the door. We rushed down the abandoned corridor-everyone was on set or around that area-to the car park where I already had a cab waiting. The driver pulled open the trunk and popped our bags in. I climbed into the back seat with Mel snuggling up to my legs, avoiding a few stray paparazzi's who were snapping pictures at us form the other side of the fence.
"Where to, Miss?"
"Airport, please."
Hazel's P.O.V.
It took me twenty minutes after Amanda left for me to realize what had just happened. I dropped the cup of coffee I was holding and started to run down to the set where Ryan was filming.
"RYAN!" I yelled, as I skidded past the camera, grabbing hold of one of the prop chairs to steady myself.
"CUT!" Jon shouted. "Haze, we're kind of filming here." I knew he was annoyed. I had just burst onto his set in the middle of a scene, so he did have reason. But I also had a reason.
"This is more important!" I told him, before turning back to a confused Ryan.
"She's gone!" I cried. "Amanda left with Mel!"
"Haze, slow down, who's gone with Mel?" Tears were starting to form in my eyes and I could barely see anything around me. Ryan helped me onto a chair, so I could explain to him clearly what had happened.
"Amanda, she took Mel and left!" My breathing was starting to turn raspy as I explained everything I knew. "Amanda's pregnant and she thought you wouldn't want the baby, so she took Mel and left."
"WHAT?!" Ryan screamed. "Where's she gone?"
"I don't know, but I let her go, it's all my fault, I should have stopped her." Unexpectedly, Ryan pulled me into a hug, patting my back he whispered, "It's not your fault."
"It is." I cried into his shirt.
"No, it's not. It's my fault, all of this is my fault."
"You need to go after her." I told him, breaking away from the hug and wiping my eyes. I saw Ryan quickly nod his head before he ran off outside. Jon didn't even attempt to stop him.
Ryan's P.O.V.
Millions of different thoughts were racing around in my mind as I ran from the set to the road outside. Lucky for me there was a cab parked outside and it was just waiting for business. I jumped in the back and the driver turned to face me.
"Hey, you're Ryan Ross!"
"Great observation skills!" I snapped at him, but I don't think he realized. And that is why I pity can drivers.
"What a day for business; first Melissa Ross, then Ryan Ross. Wow!" The driver smirked to himself, turning back to the front and buckling up. "So, where ya heading?"
"What did you say?"
"Where ya heading?"
"No, before that! Melissa Ross was here?"
"Yeah, yeah, her and that sexy agent of hers."
"Where did they go?"
"They wanted me to take them to the airport-"
"To the airport! And step on it!" The idiotic driver didn't question me, he just sped off in the direction of the airport. Luckily it wasn't too far away. I watched the world passing by in a daze, but I paid it no attention. My mind was fixed on Amanda and how off she had been the past few days. Hazel's words ran around in my head, 'Amanda's pregnant and she thought you wouldn't want the baby'. I'm not sure if the words had sunk in or if I was just in shock. Whatever it was, I prayed I wasn't too late. If their flight had already gone, I was fucked. I couldn't wait another ten years for Amanda to show up again.
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