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Caitlin moved aside, letting him in. Closing the door, and locking it once he was in. Maybe she had become paranoid since everything that had happened. And lying saying that she was fine when she really wasn’t. But she felt like she couldn’t lie to him for some reason. “I’m not as fine as what I tell people.” She was having a hard time sleeping and such. “How about you? Isabel?”

Carter noticed but only when it was too late. Fuck. “Alright, well what are you going to do now?” He glared at Harry for a moment. “Be smart here. Give me back my knife and I’ll leave. Take Caitlin and leave. You’ll never hear from any of us again.” Honestly he was impatient, he just wanted his knife to kill Harry and then leave. But his impatient got the best of him and lunged at Harry to try and get the knife.

Carter could hear Isabel flinch and cry out in pain after he cut her. For some sick reason he enjoyed that. Maybe that was something to try with Caitlin and Samantha. After he got both of them. When Harry produced the letter, it certainly did distract him enough to move away from Isabel and over to Harry. Reaching out for the letter. “I’m coming for you, Sam. Soon, my love.” He said this outloud, not caring how crazy he sounded. “But first I have to take care of this man.” He started to shove the letter into his pocket. Not really paying attention to Harry, Isabel or the knife in his hands.

Harry’s words were just pissing him off more, especially since he was so sure that he was lying. “Stop lying to me!” He yelled out, pressing the knife to Isabel’s throat some more, causing her to bleed. “If I push any harder pretty sure it will kill her.” He commented. Unsure of actually how any of this was going to play out. All he knew was that he had Caitlin and now he just needed Samantha. “I already have one of my girls. All I need is Sam. You have to give her to me because she doesn’t belong to you. She’s mine. I need you to tell me where she is or give me the bloody letter!” This time he moved the knife from Isabel’s throat and pointed it at Harry. “Or I’m going to murder the woman that you once claimed to love, the mother of your children and then you and just take the letter myself.”

Carter eyed him, he honestly didn’t see what Samantha saw in this man. Or Isabel for that fact. “Yes, the letter. I want to know where she is. Samantha is mine not yours.” He continued to hold the knife against Isabel’s throat. Looking between Harry and her for a moment. “Wait–she didn’t know it was one of her friends, did she?” Oh this was great. Maybe Isabel would side with Carter and let him kill Harry which he was planning on doing regardless. Samantha and Caitlin belonged to him and him only. Last thing he needed was Harry following him or giving Samantha a warning. “Yeah, I did. That is how I know you know where she is. Cause of her cousin or whatever. Now give me what I want I will let you both go.”

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment, thinking about it. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be alone, but she hated the idea of crying in front of someone. She shook her head. “No, please, stay…” She put her hands on the arms of the chair and slowly moved to stand up. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, walking over to the little minibar in the corner of the room. 

Carter noticed his reaction and there was apart of him that liked it. “Well I am so sorry for your loss.” He stated, doing his best to play that sympathy card. “And I’m sorry if I brought up any bad memories or something.” 

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Isabel reached out and placed a hand onto Chloe’s back just to give her some reassurance or something cause clearly this was hard to talk about or something. Whatever it was, Isabel would be there. Even if she needed to cover up something. The next words that fell from her daughter’s lips she hadn’t been expecting at all. “You are? That is amazing sweetheart!” She moved her hand from her back to hug her close. Kissing the top of her head before pulling away. “I had no idea you were seeing anyone. Who is the father?” // @thechloepierce​

She smiled, glad that their reactions had been positive, not that she’d expected different but she glanced down at her mother’s question. “Oh.. no. Uh. I mean, I am seeing someone but they’re not…” She looked up, glancing almost apologetically towards her father. “Austin’s… the dad.”

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Isabel raised a brow slightly when Chloe declined the offer. She started towards the kitchen but stopped when Chloe said she needed to talk to them about something. “What is it? What’s wrong?” She asked, moving back over to them, this way she could take a seat next to Chloe. Granted she wasn’t mother of the year when it came to Chloe but she liked to think that maybe they were working towards getting better. // @thechloepierce​

She smiled lightly, shaking her head as she realised her parents must have thought she had some kind of horrible news to share. Which she couldn’t blame them for after all. “Nothing, it’s…” She chuckled. Chloe really hadn’t thought this day would ever come, she hadn’t thought she’d ever have children herself. “I’m actually.. I’m pregnant..”

“No problem.” Carter looked over at him once again. “You’re Harry Pierce right..your daughter was one of the first. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.” But yet he already knew this information thanks to his tad bit of stalking and looking the man up when he noticed him around Samantha.

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It honestly felt like it had been forever ago since they did this. Isabel honestly enjoyed showing Chloe everything around the kitchen. Once everything was finished, she brought it over to the table. Smiling when Harry came in. “I think we did very well and hopefully you enjoy it.” She glanced between her husband and her daughter for a moment. “I’ll grab the drinks. Should we do some wine?” // @thechloepierce​

She sat down, looking up with a smile when her dad came in. She and her dad had always had a special bond and she loved when he wasn’t at work. “Oh…” She paused a little when her mother mentioned wine, looking up at her. “I, uh… no, just juice for me, actually.” She said, though she caught her dad giving her a weird look. Not that she was some wino or something but she liked a nice glass and he’d know that. “I… actually, guys, I had something I was gonna talk to you about.”