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Chapter 13 - Results.

"W-w-what do you mean your p-p-pregnant?" He can barely get the words out of his mouth.

"Hey guys, maybe you two should talk about this in private" Scott whispers to us.

Sighing and seeming like the only calm person here at the moment grab Isaac's hand and nearly drag him to the guys locker room.

He rushes to the sinks and splashes water on his face. Once, twice, three times. Wiping his wet face with his hands I see that its not the only thing rolling down his cheeks.

"Isaac, I mean pregnant. As in I'm-having-your-kid pregnant"

"B-b-but you can't b-b-be"

"Well I am"

He turns around and looks into the sink. Is he going to be sick? Oh shit I'm killing him. Or just freaking him out.

"I did this" he whispers to himself, reminding me of the scared boy I saw when I saw him after his father beat him and invited him into my house.

He turns around slowly and takes a while to reach my gaze.

"I'm sorry Moxie, I should have been prepared. I really didn't want this for us, for you"

"For me? Are you expecting me to raise your kid on me own?" I snap angrily my Irish accent becoming husky.

Isaac shakes his head and looks away from me. He can't even meet my gaze.

"Moxie I won't be a good father, I'll hurt it" he whispers.

"Alright first of all it's a baby not an it and second you won't hurt the baby. Why would you? I mean you have to take some of the blame, it's your fault as much as it is mine"

"No, Moxie I will end up hurting the baby. It's in me. My grandfather did it, my father did it, my brother did it before he died, I'll do it. Its in me to"

I scoff angrily. Does he really think I'm so stupid?

"I can't believe you! After all we've been through this is the one thing that stops you from moving on?"

"We can move on, if.. If you get rid of it"

"Rid of it? Isaac Lahey are you telling me to.. O mo. Dia I can't even say it! No. I won't do it. I can't do it. That's murder, to me that's worse than what Matt and Gerard made Jackson do!"

"It isn't murder" he says frowning and shaking his head. "It'll murder your future"

"My future? Oh the one without you? I really don't think that's a future I want to live in, dispite all our problems"

I sigh and try to calm down. Is there a point in even shouting? If he leaves me I'll have to raise his kid on my own. I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing and tears that build.

"You know what? Fine be that way" I open my eyes and send him the nastest glare I can muster. "run away to find a new pack"

He frowns in confusion.

"Oh you think I can't hear you talking? I can! Go head and run away from your problem Isaac. Its not a new pack you need, its a new fucking family but you obviously don't want that" I snap before turning around to leave.

"If your leaving, leave tonight, I don't want to have to see you again"

I keep walking towards it. The once mightly Hale house, now a burnt out shell of a house. He always came here, every night to remember in some way the days of his youth, recapture some part of his life.

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