Finally Free - Charlie Gillespie

Chapter Fifty-four

Owen
Sofia sits down in front of me nervously. I've been anxious all day and now that she's actually here, my anxiety is through the roof.

"The only person that knows is Kenedi." I nod nervously.

"Okay."

"Please don't be mad."

"Princess, I won't be mad. I promise. Just tell me." She just stares at me for a few seconds then says softly.

"I'm pregnant." I laugh shaking my head.

"That's funny. Good joke, babe. But seriously what did you need to tell me?" She doesn't say anything looking down at her hands. "Are you being serious?"

"Is it really that bad?" I laugh in shock.

"You're kidding, right?" She looks up to me in tears. I sigh shakily rubbing my face roughly. "Okay. I guess you're not. When's the abortion appointment?"

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You want me to get an abortion?"

"Well...yeah?" She shakes her head looking away. "You're not going to keep it are you?"

"My baby is not an it."

"It's my baby too, Sofia."

"You sure aren't acting like it." I roll my eyes. "I'm keeping my baby."

"Then you're more stupid than I thought." Her bottom lip quivers.

"You don't mean that."

"I do. I see right through your stupid little games."

"What?"

"Why aren't you on birth control?"

"You don't get to ask me that."

"When it ends up with you recklessly getting pregnant, I do. Unless it's not mine." Her jaw drops. "Well is it?"

"You did not just seriously ask me if I cheated on you."

"I wouldn't be surprised." She closes her mouth and I can see in her eyes just how hurt she is. I didn't mean that.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice cracks.

"Nothing. It doesn't mean anything."

"Birth control is a hormone, Owen. Many women experience depression because of it. It was effecting my mental health. I shouldn't have to explain that to you."

"So your mental health is more important than saving us this bullshit?" She scoffs.

"Why couldn't you just have worn a condom then?"

"Because condoms aren't fun."

"More like because you're too selfish. You'd rather I live in hell mentally just so you can have two minutes of pleasure."

"I last longer than two minutes!"

"Oh please. Two minutes is being generous."

"Says the one who spread her legs the minute I asked." She closes her eyes biting the inside of her cheek. I'm so mad that I can't stop the words coming out of my mouth.

"You wanted it just as much as I did."

"I wanted it because I loved you." I can physically see her break in front of me.

"Loved?" Her voice cracks.

"If you choose a clump of cells over me, then yeah. Loved."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"With me? What the hell is wrong with you? You think that you can just get yourself pregnant so you could use me to get to my money and fame?"

"I didn't mean to get pregnant!"

"Oh so you're just a whore." As soon as the tears fall down her cheeks, I force myself to look away. Why can't I just stop fucking talking?

"If I'm a whore, then what are you?"

"The dumbass that actually believed you loved me."

"You don't think I love you?"

"Oh I know you love part of me. You love my dick, my fame, and my money."

"I loved you before we even had sex!" My stomach churns hearing her say loved. "If anyone here is the whore, it's you."

"Me?" I laugh. "How am I the whore? I'm not the one pregnant."

"You kissed a fan in front of me right after I told you I liked you."

"You seriously think I could forget about that?" I watch her face knowing that this will completely break her. "That one little kiss has been enough to get me off ever since it happened."

The silence hangs around us is so thick that you couldn't cut it with the sharpest knife in the world. I can't believe I just said that.

"Did you ever even love me?" Her voice hurts my heart even more, but my mouth begins moving before I can even process the words.

"The only thing I loved about you was how easily you'd spread your legs. What made it even better is knowing that I'm the only one who's felt you."

"So what is it? You're the only one that's been inside of me or I cheated on you and got pregnant? Because it can't be both." I squeeze my hands into fists locking my jaw.

"Does it even matter? It's not like you ever loved me."

"I have no fucking clue who is putting these ideas into your head, but they're lying."

"Really? Because you're choosing that over me. That doesn't sound like love."

"How did I ever love you?"

"I'm glad I never proposed." She slowly stands up holding her breath then says softly.

"I hate you." I watch her walk out of the apartment struggling to hold my tears back. As soon as the door closes, I walk into the kitchen and grab the biggest bottle of alcohol I can find.

I walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch again. I look back at where she was sitting downing as much of the drink as I can at once.

"I hate me too."

***

Kenedi
"You already sent out the invitations?!" I look at Heer shocked.

"Yeah?"

"I fucking love you!" I hug her tightly in tears.

"I love you too?"

"No you have no clue how much stress that lifts off me." She smiles at me.

"Good. You shouldn't be stressed."

"Stress is pretty much all I've been feeling the past few days, but I think everything is done except for the cake. Charlie said he wants to help me bake it."

"Awww! I'm so excited." I giggle.

"Me too." I hear a knock at the door and run over to it. I open it and my smile immediately fades seeing Sofia's tears.

"I-I didn't know where else to go."

"No no. It's okay. I promise." I open the door wider letting her inside. "Do you need anything? Something to eat or drink?"

"Can I just take a bath?" I hesitantly nod. "Thank you." She walks to the bathroom and I look at Heer concerned.

"Whatever Owen did, I'm murdering him." I nod agreeing.

No one hurts my best friend and survives it.