don't look back

twenty six|| i still love you

A/N: Fun fact, all these pictures are actually really close to the dates where this book is taken place, some were even posted the day of.

Sage.

November 4, 2018.

"No, you don't have to do that," I assured Paisley over Facetime. Billie is gone and I didnt want to bother her so I called up Paisley and told her what happened. Now she is insisting on flying out.

"I need a break from here anyways. I'll just come until Billie gets back."

"But-"

"To late, I just bought a ticket," she smirked deviously.

"Youre crazy, but fine. When do you land?"

"Tomorrow morning at 8am!"

"Alright, I'll be there with an uber," I sighed.

"I cant wait. Have a goodnight, I love you," she dragged out the last word.

"I love you too." I hung up and shook my head. She's crazy, but I love her.

After a two hour conversation with my sister, I know what I want to do. I knew its what I wanted to do in the first place but I still don't feel right about it. It just feels so wrong, but its what needs to be done in this situation. The part I'm most worried about is talking to Sophia. It's only fair that she knows whats going on. Its just as much her baby as it is mine, right?

Sage: I have to tell you something

Sage: Can you come over?

Sophia: I'll be there in 10

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The knocking on my door made me jump from my curled up position on the bed. Opening up the door, Sophia pushed past me, walking in like she owned the place. Rude. I closed the door, turning around to see her sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at me.

"So, umm," I breathed out, not sure how to tell her whats going on.

"Are you okay? Whats going on?" She stood up, walking closer to me, with a worried tone in her voice. I know its fake, shes fooled me way to many times for me to belive anything she says anymore.

"I'm okay, I just need to tell you that um," I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears.

"Babe, It's okay," she reached for my hand but I pushed it away.

"Dont, don't do that to me," I demanded, anger in my voice. "You got me pregnant, but I'm getting an abortion."

"Wh-what?" She stuttered in disbelief. "Abort our baby?"

"Yes."

"No, no you cant do that. You cant kill our baby. Right in there," she pointed to my stomach, "right now, our baby is growing. They have their whole life ahead of them, and two loving parents and your going to murder it?" A tear now streamed down her cheek.

"Soph, I have to. I'm not in a position to raise a child and neither are you. We have our whole lives ahead of us. We didn't plan for this to happen and I don't want to have a baby with you," I said truthfully.

"Fucken bitch," she spat, laying in my bed flat on her back.

"What did you just call me?"

"Not you. Billie. Youve been spending a lot of time with her, haven't you? She convinced you to kill our baby."

"NO, she didnt tell me to do anything except make a choice that I feel right about," I began growing anfrier and angrieer with her.

"But you don't feel right about it, right?"

"It's none of your business really. I shouldn't have even told you."

"No, you know what, I'm glad you did," she stood up again, "Now I know what kind of backstabbing psycho you are!"

"Can you relax?" I breathed out as she started getting angrier by the second. I don't know what shes all capable of doing.

"I'm completely relaxed," she laughed, "But, if you kill my baby, I'll be opposite of relaxed."

"Look, I'm making a decision that's right for both of us and you need to accept that."

"I don't believe you," she shook her head, her hands balling into fists by her sides. "Do you not understand how Billie is changing you? A couple of months ago you would have kept the baby!" She shouted.

"Thats because you had me fucking brain washed into believing you were a sane person who loved me."

"Sage, I did love you, I still love you," she spoke quietly, walking closer to me again.

"Stop, just stop," I walked to the door and opened it for her.

"Fine, I'll go. But," she stood just inches from my face, "If you kill my baby, I'll make your life a living hell."

I slammed the door shut after she walked out and immediatly broke into tears. Walking into the bathroom and looking in the full length mirror, I lift up my t-shirt. I look the same, yet there's a baby growing inside of me. Does Sophia have a say in this?

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A/N: What do you want to happen next?

I apologize for this short chapter.