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Chapter 4: Surrender
Tyler was right. Our names were everywhere, even though we were in America. I felt like a spy though, in my disguise, I was the person they were looking for. Right here. In front of their face. Yet, they’d never know.
Apparating again, we ended up somewhere in an extremely busy city. Busier than California had been. I didn’t ask Tyler where we were. I didn’t want to know.
We walked around a bit, window-shopped. We couldn’t buy anything. All we had was our cards and they had our real names on them. It would get back to Gringotts and then get back to where we were again.
Eventually we had to find a hotel as our disguises were wearing off. It was pricey. I wasn’t going to let Tyler lie to me. It was probably 100 feet high and went by The Empire. Of course, it was expensive.
We went inside and dropped our bags on the ground. I was flat out bored. Once I got my mind off of everything, running away was boring. I lay down on the bed. The least I could do was sleep, so sleep I would…
Severus’ owl pecked at the window and I immediately jumped up and ran to it. Severus walked behind me slowly as my insane eyes begged him to come a little quicker. He performed a quick spell on the owl and a picture of a nice hotel appeared above its head. “California Hilton, Room 23” The words under it read.
“Let’s go.” Severus said quietly.
I kept pace with him as we walked through the castle’s gates. He took my arm and closed his eyes. Soon I felt the familiar and welcome tug on my bellybutton.
We landed right in the hotel room Alix and Tyler were in and I dashed into the joining bathroom, searching. They weren’t here. Neither were their things. “Hermione” I heard Severus say, barely raising his voice. I ran back into the main room and saw him holding a piece of parchment, written on in emerald green ink. Alix’s quill.
Mummy and Daddy –
I’m sorry. I want to be home so badly. I want to be back with you guys. We both do. We’re scared to death. But we want to be together more than that. More than we’re scared, more than we’re worried, more than we’re lost.
You just missed us. I know you, Daddy. I knew Midnight would have tracking on him. We’re long gone. I don’t even know where we’re going.
You’re going to keep missing us too. You won’t ever find us. I’ll make sure of it. All I want is to be with Tyler. All he wants is to be with me. If you really wanted us to be happy, you’d see and accept that for what it is – love.
I love you guys. I really really do.
Alix & Tyler.
I was sobbing again. I couldn’t help it. No sleep and then this? When we were so close? Severus laid his hand on my shoulder and I pushed it away. “Its your fault!” I screamed at him. “She’d still be here! She would, if it weren’t for you!”
His face remained calm and hard as stone. That infuriated me even further. “Why did you do this? This ISN’T what’s best for her!”
I reached for my phone, ready to call Alix and wave the white flag.
He took my wrist, not hard, but strong enough that I couldn’t get away. “Don’t Hermione.” He commanded.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I want her home Severus. She’s pregnant. She’s apparating. And we’re forcing her to do this. I want her home now! Call her and make it happen or I’ll be out of your life again!
I don't think I’d slept very long. Maybe just an hour. But when I looked around, Tyler was nowhere to be found. I called for him and he didn’t answer. I scrambled for my cell phone only to find it still in pieces at the bottom of my bag. I made my way down to the front desk. Tyler had left the receptionist said. Not with bags, at the least, but left.
I went back to the hotel room 10x more scared than I was before. Where the hell was Tyler? Had he just gone out for food, or had he gone for good? I rationalized a bit. He loved me. He wouldn’t do this. He’d be back soon.
I searched the room for a note, a something to tell me where he’d gone but there was nothing.
He could’ve left anyway, gotten tired of me, of hiding, and left. He could buy more clothes. He could buy things that he’d left behind. He didn’t need anything here. He didn’t need me….
I don't know how long I’d lain in that bed. I didn’t sleep. I just starred out the window to the stars. I heard the door bang open sometime around midnight, maybe later; I’d stopped looking at the clock. I jumped out of bed as Tyler flicked the light on and stumbled in.
“Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiixxxxxxxx!” He exclaimed. “I missseeddd youuuuu!” He stumbled up to me and threw his arms around me. I could smell the Firewhiskey on his breath. I pushed him away and he fell back onto the bed.
“Tyler, you're drunk!” I screamed.
“Just a little.” He made a bit of a space in between his index finger and thumb. “Okay, okay. A lot!” He laughed.
“This is not funny Tyler! Why the HELL would you leave me, no note, or anything, to go out and get DRUNK when you KNOW I need you right now? What were you thinking?”
“Could you be a litttttllle quieter?” He slurred, laying on the bed now, eyes closed.
I threw my hands up and groaned, reaching for my suitcase and throwing the things unpacked inside of it.
“Where you going?”
“Home. Goodbye Tyler.”
He jumped off the bed and then grabbed his head as he swayed. “Stay Alix. We’ll go tomorrow if that’s what you want. Don't leave me. I'm sorry.”
“What were you thinking Tyler?!”
“I'm scared.” He whispered, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of tiredness or sincerity. “Don't leave. I need you. Who’s gonna take care of me in the morning when I'm sick? Who’s gonna hold my hair back?”
I laughed and pushed everything away. We could talk about it in the morning. Sighing, I took him by the hand and walked him around to the bed, taking his shoes, jeans, and button down off and letting him sleep in his usual boxers and wifebeater. He was already snoring when I got done. I shook my head, and got myself ready for bed before lying down with him.
The next day, the sun streamed through the curtains waking Tyler and I up at nearly the same time. Tyler groaned at the light, complaining of a headache as he made way to the bathroom. I saw an owl at our window and ran to it, taking the letter from its mouth.
Dearest Alixzandra –
It’s over. We’re done fighting. You and Tyler are meant to be and I’m sorry I came in between you two. This owl does not have a tracking spell on it. Your mother has no knowledge of this letter. We’re going to stop looking. Come home when you wish. We miss you two and I’m deeply sorry for what I’ve done.
I love you.
I was crying again when I finished the letter. Tyler stumbled back through the bathroom door, hand still on his head. “Babyyy.” He whined. I smiled, at how cute he was. He came over to the bed and laid his head in my lap. “Will you make me a hangover cure potion?” He whined again. “And play with my hair?”
I laughed, but did as he asked and pulled his hair through my fingers lightly for a few minutes before making him get up. “I packed a hangover potion in our suitcase. I packed a bunch of potions I stole of Daddy’s. Its in the zipper on the front. Go get it, and then get to packing. We’re going home.”
It doesn't matter what you've done, I still love you.
It doesn't matter where you've been, you can still come home.
And Honey if it's you, we've got alot of making up to do,
And I can't hug you through the phone, so hurry home. - Jason Michael Carrol