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May 18, 2010 23:16:28 GMT -5
Post by Addison on May 18, 2010 23:16:28 GMT -5
THe baby boy moved and cooed almost silently in his sleep and Mark gently traced the baby's face with his finger. His skin was so soft. He was so pure and innocent. He didn't deserve the hell that Addison had put him through. He didn't deserve to not know his mother. He didn't deserve to have a mother who hated him. It was so unfair the life that this little guy was delt, and that made Mark furious.
"She really is great Aiden." He said he knew that he should go and putt he baby boy in his crib. He knew that holding him would lead to spoiling him, but all he wanted was for his son to know that he is loved. To never want or need for anything.
"She loves you Aiden. She wanted you....I dont know what happened in between the time you were concieved and the time that you were born, but you were the one thing that she ever wanted, her entire life she's worked so that she could have you and give you everything this world has to offer....." He stopped as tears came to his eyes. He didn't even bother to wipe them away. He wasn't the type to cry, wasn't the type to feel pain or hurt, devistation on his sleeve, but he did. He had let his temper get the best of him and he didn't know how he could live if it ment living without Addison. As crazy as she is at the moment, he couldn't deny that he still loved her. He coldn't deny that his heart ached every second that they were apart.
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May 18, 2010 23:38:26 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on May 18, 2010 23:38:26 GMT -5
Within a few minutes Mark decided that leaving Addison was the worst mistake he could have made. He bribe an intern with surgery in exchange for watching his kid. He went to the Brownstone only to discover that Addison wasn't there. The house was empty in every corner he looked in but nothing was missing. Everything, including all of Addison's clothes were still in place but everything was left as he had left it. She'd been gone just as long as he had.
The next place that crossed his mind was the vacation house Addison owned in the Hamptons. He drove his car faster than he thought it could go and he was surprised that it didn't take off like a plane would at the speed he was going. It was because of that that he arrived half an hour earlier than anyone else could have.
He discovered the key still in the lock, she had been too absent minded to remember to remove it when she arrived at the house three days earlier. He walked in and looked around the emptiness, there was no signs of life in the house. He climbed the stairs quietly, taking in the inhuman silence. When he walked into the master bathroom that silence was broken by a peircing scream, his peircing scream.
Empty pill bottles were lying in the sink, Addison's naked body in a tub fall of already cold water. He stepped into the tub, not caring that her 700 dollar jeans were getting soaking wet and his new Gucci shoes would no longer be worth anything, in fact he would never be able to wear them again. He reached for his hand and pressed his figures to her injured wrists. He heard her moan in pain and got the answer he was looking for. She was still alive.
"Addison." he called out loudly, hoping she could hear him and maybe wake up. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up to carry her back to the bed where he'd be able to keep her warm until he could figure out what was going on and what he could do.
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May 19, 2010 0:04:17 GMT -5
Post by Addison on May 19, 2010 0:04:17 GMT -5
Tears fell from her eyes, even though she was uncausious at the current moment and wasn't aware of them. She moaned in pain, and Mark had grabbed a towel in the bathroom and he was now drying her off, and looking around for something warm to dress her in. He saw one of Derek's old Gucci night robes hanging on the hook on the closet door and he grabbed it, dressing her in the robe, knowing that she had to stay warm if she wanted to survive. He laid her down on the bed and shook her, trying to wake her up.
“Addison.....Addison baby can you hear me?” He asked her loudly. She moaned in pain again. IT was good that she was moaning. It meant that she was responsive. That she wasn't dead. She blinked her eyes, but they felt like they weighed a million pounds and she didn't have the strenght to open them fully. Mark rushed to the medicine cabnit, throwing thing out until he found what he was looking for, he walked into her bedroom with the small bottle and sat her up.
“Damn it Addison wake up.” He demanded, he slapped her, and she started coughing, and woke up just long enough for mark to force the medication down her throat, and within seconds she was passed out again, this time in his arms.
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May 19, 2010 0:16:24 GMT -5
Post by cutebutboring on May 19, 2010 0:16:24 GMT -5
When she began gagging, Mark instinctively held her over the edge of the bed so they wouldn't have to swin in vomit. And just as the substance escaped from her lips her eyes opened and she panicked, not entirely sure what was going on with her. The only thing she knew was the he was there holding her and that she was throwing up like she'd never thrown up before.
After almost two hours in that condition it was over. She except Mark had gotten her to a toliet so not the vomit wouldn't flood the house. She fell back into his arms weakly and took a deep breath, feeling him place a cold damp towel over her forehead.
"Mark." she groaned tiredly, wishing that someone, anyone could take away the pain she was feeling.
"We should probably get you to a hospital, Ad." he answered, pulled her up off the ground with him and carrying her limb body back to the bed. "And you don't have to talk, by the way. We all know how much you hate talking to me so you don't have to. No need to explain how you could just take your own life without thinking about how it would effect me or our son. I stopped expecting anything from you a while ago." he said bitterly, not realizing that such a horrible attitude was the last thing she needed. At that second he needed to release his pent up frustration.
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