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Though if I thought about it, I knew Mrs. Reed's problem was that she wanted to place blame anywhere and everywhere but where it belonged; with she and her husband. She couldn't see her own failings as a parent, so instead I became the bad guy.

Well screw that!

So, I got right back in her nasty, smug face and poked my finger in the middle of her chest. “Back off Mrs. Reed. Your son is lying in a hospital bed after slitting his wrists because the two of you have been more concerned how this could make you look, rather than involving yourselves with what's going on with your son.” Mrs. Reed's face turned crimson and her jaw clenched.

And I wasn't even close to being done speaking my mind. “Maybe if you spent more time being actual parents, he wouldn't be where he is now. In ICU! After attempting suicide! I love your son. More than anything. And because I love him, I can recognize that the best thing for him is to get help, even though that means he will go away. I love him enough to realize my desire to be with him is not necessarily what's best for him. And I hope you can remember that he is your son. Your own flesh and blood! And that what he needs more than anything, is love and support. Not judgment and condemnation. And he sure as hell doesn't need you pressing bogus charges against him! So, for once, maybe you can do what he needs rather that what you want.”

My anger fizzled out and all I felt was bone weary sadness. I wanted to keep throwing my rage at these two horrible people, but I just felt depressed. Being pissed off wouldn't change what had happened or help Clay.

Mrs. Reed pulled herself up as straight as her spine would let her. Her red face and icy eyes looked like she was about to rip into me again when Nurse Burke interrupted. “Are you Mr. and Mrs. Reed?” Mrs. Reed was distracted. “Yes, I'm Samantha Reed and this is Clayton's father, Nicholas. Where is my son?” She demanded. Nurse Burke's no nonsense expression never faltered. She was probably used to dealing with pain in the ass people all day long.

“I'll take you to see him. But I have to let you know that it is extremely important that he not be agitated. He is in a very delicate state right now, and needs nothing but calm. The staff psychiatrist, Dr. Lang, is waiting for you to discuss possible options for continued treatment. So, if you'll follow me.” Mrs. Reed picked up her purse and, with a final scathing look at me, she followed Nurse Burke, who offered me a slight sympathetic nod. I smiled half-heartedly in return, hoping she understood my appreciation for her intervention.

After Clay's parents disappeared I collapsed into a chair. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew Rachel was shaking me. “Maggie! Oh my God, Maggie!” I opened my eyes to see Rachel, Daniel and my parents crowded around me. Daniel pulled me to my feet as he and Rachel hugged me. “You scared me to death! I could smack you.” Daniel said with a frown, but not once did he let go of me. Rachel just started crying and clung to me as though we had been apart for months rather than days.

I pulled away from my friends and launched myself at my parents. They held me tightly to them, each telling me over and over that they loved me. I was so appreciative of them, especially after being subjected to Clay's cold and self-centered family.

“I'm so sorry.” I whispered repeatedly. “Shh. Don't worry. It's all over now. Let's just go home.” I hesitated. I felt torn about leaving Clay. How could I just go back to Davidson and leave him here at the mercy of his parents?

As if on cue, Mrs. Reed came back through the ICU doors, talking to a tall bearded man, with a hospital badge that identified him as Dr. Lang, the staff psychiatrist.

Knowing it was futile, I approached her after she was finished speaking with the doctor. “Is Clay all right? Are you taking him home?” Mrs. Reed looked at me with cold, unfeeling eyes. “We're taking him back to Florida where we can get him the help he needs.” Was all she said as she started to turn away from me to fill out the paperwork Dr. Lang had handed her.

I peaked at the form she was signing and saw that it was transfer paperwork. My throat tightened. They really were taking him away. My mother came up behind me. “Mrs. Reed, I'm Elizabeth Young, Maggie's mother. I know my daughter will be very worried about Clayton. Is there any way you can let her know about his progress? Maybe let them communicate while he's in treatment?”

I tried to control my shocked expression. I couldn't believe my mom was actually advocating for me to be able to maintain communication with Clay. I squeezed her hand in thanks. Mrs. Reed didn't even bother to look up at my mother. Rude bitch.

“I don't think that would be appropriate. Your daughter has been the source of a lot of my son's problems during his stay in Virginia. I think the best thing for Clayton will be to get as far away from here, and her, as possible.” I felt my mom tense beside me, and waited in anticipation for her to unleash the mama super powers.

“Excuse me Mrs. Reed, but I think you are quite mistaken.” Mrs. Reed looked up at my mother, looking bored with their conversation. My mom continued. “Maggie has been nothing but supportive of your son, even when he treated her badly. Perhaps you need to take a long look in the mirror and see why your son is so troubled. Because, in my experience, issues usually lie a little closer to home.” Mrs. Reed simply raised her eyebrow, which was so much like Clay, and didn't bother to respond. She turned on her heel and walked back into the ICU.

And just like that the door to my relationship with Clay slammed firmly closed in my face. I was crushed and my body literally sagged in defeat, feeling an immeasurable weight pressing down on me. “Thank you for trying, Mom.” I said as she gathered me to her. “What a horrible woman. Poor Clayton. No wonder he struggled so.” That was the nicest thing my mother had ever said about Clay. She held me close against her as we left the hospital. My father on my other side, and my two best friends following close behind. We all piled into my family's minivan, and I tried to stop the tears as I watched the hospital, and Clay, disappear behind me.

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