Every star in the sky, big or small, blacks out for you. A blessing? You thought so. You thanked the universe for every bit of grace you have been given tonight. Kowing, or at least hoping that you wouldn't see yourself back at The Bay of California ever again.
Only Cody's know what they are capable of. Hell. You were one. Not by name, of course not, not until Baz. Somehow managing to be the man who gave you your child, and the man you intend to run from.
Chance after chance, he gets them from you. Promise of making things better, safer, for this little child you two harbor. The Cody name wasn't tarnished so lightly, but maybe it could have worked out? After that cop died things took a turn for the worst. Pope popping in like he owns the place, your child stolen by Smurf in a superstore, Baz's under the radar girl in Mexico.
Has 'Baz' Cody finally had enough of his spouse? You didn't know. You didn't intend to find out either.
The moment you found out, you were gone. Baby? Gone too. That house was bare by the time Baz had gotten back from Mexico, a fixed up Craig in tow. All he saw back at that husk of a house were the pictures of him and the girl, along with all the money you owed to Smurf. Every penny. Answers you did not have to give regarding unasked questions, but did anyway.
Barry had the nerve to check every room as if you were still there waiting up for a man who couldn't be bothered.
For once, he knew what it felt like to come home to nothing. Every excuse null and void with your absence.
Your new flat is perfect. Small, sweet, just enough for you and your growing child. All contacts have been severed with the Cody's and it felt gorgeous.
It was like that for years. Alone, but gratefully so. You learned how to pick yourself up, how to keep moving even when others aren't doing the same. When you left, you put all of that rage and frustration into something productive. Too focused on that child of yours to pay a looking man any mind. It was not loyalty, it was common sense.
Peace, is when Baz decided to show. Tracked you down, saw the house, saw his child, saw his spouse. You looked like a dream he shouldn't interrupt. As if you got your life together after he had done his best to tear good things to pieces.
Baz let himself in anyways.
You had a knife to now throat in an instant. Finally meaning business after all these years of concerns being ignored, mostly by him.
He spoke in that soothing tone you know so well, but this time it only brought you rage. I wanted memories flooding back like low tide dropping of shells.
". . .hey, easy."