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She can hear him pulling clothes from hangers, throwing them mercilessly into his small black suitcase, just making a real racket.
Yea that’s right. He should leave. Who does he think he is? Trying to walk back into our lives when he knows he screwed me over before. Sloan and I will be just fine without him, Avalon thinks. Enraged by all the noise Preston is creating, Avalon storms furiously up to their bedroom screaming,
“You’re going to wake the baby up. You need to get your shit together and get the hell out of my house”
“Who do you think helped you pay for this house the last three months? Huh?” ‘
“Oh what? From your paycheck? What paycheck? It is basically nonexistent”.
“Hey I did what I could to provide for this family. It’s not like I didn’t try”
Whatever, I’m still trying to figure out why you came back after ditching the first time? Didn’t have anywhere to go? No one to take you in?”
“You act like I had a choice. You’re the one who wanted me gone in the first place. You started acting all weird and shit on me. Saying you don’t want me around What’s the matter with you? Don’t you know what you want?”
“Shut the hell up! You’re going to wake the baby”
Avalon turns and slams the door to the bedroom behind her. She takes a deep breath and briskly walks to the baby’s room. Even thought she hadn’t even seen him yet, just the aura of his presence calmed her down. She loved him more than life itself and couldn’t be happier to stare into hazel eyes and he held on to her finger tightly with his miniscule ones. But as she approached the cradle with it’s layering of yellow and blue blankets, she noticed that she didn’t Sloan’s curly light brown hair sticking out from underneath the covers. Avalon rummaged through them desperately seeking to find him. The door to her bedroom closes and she hears footsteps going downstairs. That beast! What has he done with my child? She runs from the room and full pace, flying down the stairs skipping two or three at a time. Where the hell is he?
He’s coming with me. You’re not stable enough to be taking care of a child. If you can’t make your mind up about what you want, then how can you even be a mother? This child is going to need some concrete decisions made for him. Let me take him and let’s work things out from there.
Are you crazy? He needs his mother.
He needs a parent. One who’s sane enough to make the right decision?
Soft cries waft to her ears as he finishes his sentence.
Avalon eyes her sleeping beauty on the table in his carrier. She moves toward him and swiftly picks him up rocking and shushing him.
Avalon don’t be difficult. Give him to me.
Sloan is the world to me and you won’t ever lay another hand on this precious gift if I or the law have anything to say about it Preston takes several steps forward until he standing only a few feet away from the pair. I wanted this to go smoothly, and it still can if you’d only cooperate!
Protectively shielding her baby from Preston, Avalon turns her back and looks over her shoulder. I’m his mother and I have every right to keep my child! Don’t you dare touch us! Ignoring her, Preston walks up behind her and turns her around forcibly. The jerking only makes Sloan cry even harder, his soft cries turning into blood curdling screams.
I don’t want to hurt anybody, but you’re putting my child in danger and i will take him with me tonight. He tries to take the baby out of his mother’s arms as gently as the circumstance allows, but as Avalon’s grip tightens so does his.
Leave my baby alone! He’s not going anywhere! Preston frees one the baby’s blanketed feet through the struggle and Avalon hangs on to the other.
Let go they both shout
The baby is being stretched, his face is red. A trickle of blood escapes the stretched skin. He’s powerless in his fate.
Avalon pulls all the harder, thinking only of her one love.
Inevitably, as both forces tear away in opposite directions, the baby is torn in half.
Now they both get to have a piece of what they love.