Connor had been blue for sometime. It was like he knew what had happened before it actually happened.
Now, he felt like damaged goods. Perhaps, he was only using Bree as an excuse. But being a teenage father wasn't nearly as exciting as people might think. Especially, when he couldn't tell anyone.
It thrilled him and got him in the gut each time he thought of the idea that he wasn't who he should be. Besides, someone else was raising his kid as their own.
Also, Samantha wouldn't talk to him, either. He felt cutoff from everything.
He'd been sad... far too long. Not that Bree could do anything about it. Still, it was good to find her, again.
But he didn't take the news well, that the first girl he'd ever had feelings for had been left to her own devices to suffice the brutal world of untamed teenagers,, who didn't have a clue they were harming anyone.
"I want you to go to the police about this." It made him sick where her hands had been. He knew she was a survivor, but it was easy to see that it was much of nothing to her.
She'd let it go, a long time ago.
"Hey, its not like I go around doing it on the weekends or in the dark, you know." She assured him, it wasn't that way with Simon.
"I hope he finds somebody good." Even when she said it, he knew she was on the brink of tears. And then he cried too.
Honestly, after the big cry fest, he was sure it was a cleansing of some kind.
"You..you don't hate me..do you?" He was sure he was the worst. He hadn't even seen his baby.
"Don't do this, to yourself." She told him it would do no one any good. "Maybe, this..just..isn't the right time." She told him, he needed to go on with his future. "Think this out." She promised she would go with him when he did see the baby.
Of course, Connor didn't even know where to start.
Instead, they got in Connor's old car and headed west.