𝙅𝙖𝙝𝙨𝙚𝙝 𝙊𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙮
I cannot believe that he really doesn't want me anymore. I knew he was upset and angry, but this is totally different then what I thought it would be.
It's the getting depressed over a toxic relationship for me.
I sat on the living room couch, watching tv with everyone. Stokeley hasn't left the room today at all.
I hope he's okay. I genuinely never intended to hurt him by not telling him about the baby. I honestly didn't even think about it. About never telling him.
I shook my thoughts away and turned my attention to my notebook, writing a poem.
baby I just wanna show you things
girl I'll be different
baby I could buy you wedding rings
don't care about the distance
"What are you doing?" Melly asked me after sitting next to me.
"Just writing, and thinking," I confessed. "I'm not sure what to do about Stokeley."
"You guys need to grow up and stop all the bullshit," Taymor stated.
I rolled my eyes, "don't you think I know that. He won't even talk to me or listen to me so what Am I supposed to do?"
"Deal with it. You have to let him have his space to heal from what you did to him," Kentrell added on.
"Don't sit here and say that shit to me. It's his fault we're here in the first place. He kidnapped me. We BOTH had sex. He dropped my off on the side of the road and I never seen him again. Then all of a suddenly he wants me again and I'm back at square one but only this time I'm pregnant and he tries to starve me. How was I even supposed to contact him. The last time I spoke to him I didn't even know I was pregnant and I got rid of all reminders of him. How was I even supposed to tell him, I couldn't remember how to get here." I snapped.
"And you know what I'm so tired of being the bad guy, if he really wants me to leave... fine! I'll leave. But don't come crawling your way back into my life later." I'm so tired of being disrespected over something that wasn't my fault.
I stood from the couch and stormed into the bedroom, finding Stokeley asleep in the bed. I took one last look at him before throwing everything I could fit into a duffel bag. I slung it over my shoulder and grabbed his keys off the night stand.
I took them with me and left the room.
I can't do this anymore. I give up.
I walked into the common room and everyone had their eyes on me.
"Wait you're really leaving?" Sy asked me.
"Yes."
I walked over to the cellar door and used Stokeley's keys to unlock it. I opened the door, leaving the keys behind me on the floor.
I followed the path to the trap door and opened it...
It felt like I had been walking for hours by the time I approached a bus stop. I sighed with relief and seated myself on the bench. I opened my duffel bag and pulled out my water bottle. Taking a huge swig.
I need to make my way back to my apartment. That's my priority.
I waited for what felt like thirty minutes and a bus finally passed my bus stop. Once I was settled in my seat I felt a huge weight being lifted off my shoulders but a pain in my heart at the same time.
Why was I the bad guy? This whole thing is all his fault.
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window, just in time to see Stokeley's car speeding behind the bus.
Not again.
Maybe I should just talk to him. What's the worst that can happen?
"Stop the bus!" I stood from my seat and walked off of the bus.
I walked up to the car, "what are you doing Stokeley?"
"Why did you leave while I was asleep? You didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to me or give me some kind of contact information so I can reach you?"
I looked at him like he was stuck on stupid because at this point he must be. "Are you serious right now?"
He just looked at me.
"You told me to leave. Everyone was acting like I just went out of my way to hurt you. Let's not act like we are slow huh? YOU kidnapped me remember that? Then shit went left and we fell in love and YOU started treaching ME like shit. YOU dropped me off at a fucking bus stop for gods sake and I'm just supposed to come running in your arms because 'you just love me so much'? No! I'm so tired of arguing with you and the only reason you didn't know I was pregnant is because I had no way to contact you... but weren't you the one stalking me and shit... you know everything about me you probably already knew.." I snapped.
He made a face and that's when I knew it was true, "you knew.."
"I was waiting for you to tell me," he tried to explained.
"You knew this whole time and you were starving me and locking me away and you made me feel like shit for not telling you right away... and this whole time you knew."
"Jahseh I d-"
"No!" I yelled. My eyes began to tear up and I knew I would break down at any given moment. "I can't do this anymore."
I turned and began to walk back to the bus. I got on the bus and the bus driver looked at me through the rear view mirror, "everything okay?" She asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I cut the conversation short. I don't want to talk to anyone.
