Forgetting Archer ✔

Chapter 22

Debbie's POV.

Wayne is dead.

I should be celebrating but somehow I couldn't. I was still traumatized even though it was a month ago. Ever since that day, I went back to live with my parents. I missed them so much and I needed to spend some time with them before I go back to work.

Archer called me every night. We were on a good page. I told him that I would come back to stay with him after I spend Christmas with my family. He was staying at a hotel until he found the 'perfect' place where we could live according to him.

I was planning to leave the next day after New Years but I wanted to do something first. So on New Years’ night, I gathered all my family into the living room with an unfamiliar feeling in my stomach.

"I've been keeping something very important from you guys," I mumbled loud enough for them to hear. My mother looked very curious and worried at the same time.

"Honey, are you pregnant?" she piped in earning a few gasps but I shook my head.

"No, mother but it has something to do with that," I answered.

"Honey just listen," my father advised her.

I took a very deep breath.

"Back in New Jersey, when I was going to school. I fell in love with Archer. After the chaos happened. I left for college a month early because... I have PTSD."

"What?!" my parents said in unison angrily.

"But it's not serious it only happens when she is reminded of the past or is in a life or death situation," Derek inputted causing them to look at him with anger.

"You knew about this?" my mother angrily interrogated making him lock his mouth in silence.

"He just found out three months ago. When we were attacked by Wayne."

"You were attacked by Wayne?!!" this time Derek was the one who exclaimed.

"I thought Missy told you," I said in confusion and now all eyes were on her.

"Baby want some milk? yeash," she cooed to Niall who was already sleeping and walked out of the living room like nothing happened.

"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped, I’m a cardiologist, an expert on those conditions." my father pointed out angrily.

"Yes but if I did, you wouldn't allow me to go to University and I didn't want to worry you," I excused myself.

"You didn't want us to worry? What if something had happened to you? You have no idea how many have died from this condition much younger and older than you. It drove them to suicide and they suffered heart attacks. How could you hide something like this from us?!" My father was full-on yelling now while my mother sobbed uncontrollably.

"Guys it's okay, I’m okay now. I haven't had an attack in weeks and there isn't anything for me to fear for now."

They engulfed me in a hug so affectionate and long that I burst into tears.

"And I was pregnant with Archer's baby."

Silence. Complete deafening silence.

"But, how come-"

"I lost it when I fell from the fall. I had a miscarriage immediately," I cut off my father in sobs.

"Honey am so sorry you had to go through that, if I didn't send you there you wouldn't have had to experience all that no child should be experiencing."