Insecurity

Chapter 24

Ella's POV:

Sometimes I wish life was a fairytale. I would meet a handsome prince. We would fall in love instantly.

We'd get in a fight. Then we would come running to each other; forgiving each other. We would ride happily into the sunset. I left Lucas for a prettier boy instead of him leaving me.

That's not life. I have to face reality. I cheated on Lucas. I had Dylan's baby. Why couldn't I be that small town girl living in a lonely world (See what I did there?).

Drama. Drama. Drama. That's all my life is. That's all my life was. I should have never went to prom. I should have never- but I did.

Now I'm standing in the middle of two boys. Lucas is staring at me. He said something to me. What was it?

I look at Dylan. He's rocking Avril in his arms. I burst into tears, but I don't say a word, and no one asks me what's wrong. They know what's wrong.

I wipe my tears from my face. I swallow my tears that were yet to come. I look at Lucas. I look at Dylan.
"Ella! What are you talking about?" Lucas blurted.
I heard what he said this time. "Avril is not yours." I choked.
"How is she not-" He paused, "unless- you cheated on me. Ella? Did you cheat on me?" Tears were in his eyes.

I nodded. I looked at Dylan. He was patting Avril's back as she was crying.
"When? How? Why?" He asked. Three questions that I wasn't sure of myself.
"I first did it the night after prom." I blurted.
"You did it more than once," I nodded, "With who exactly? Tell me! With who?" He questioned.
I looked at Dylan. Lucas glanced at Dylan and understood.
"With him? You're brother!" He yelled.
"He's not my brother! I lied." I cried.

Lucas stormed out of the room. "Lucas!" I screamed. In ten minutes, the front door closed. He left me. It's all my fault. I fell to the floor.

Dylan tried to hug me, but I pushed him away.
"I hate you. This is your fault too. It takes two to tango. I just can't look at you right now. So please, get out of my house." I said looking at the floor.
"As you wish." Is all he said. He walked out of the house.

The house was silent. I laid on the floor, crying.

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It's been three days. Three days of agonizing heartbreak. My parents got home an hour ago from their cruise. I walked into the kitchen. They were sitting at the table, looking at the pictures from the cruise. My mom looked at me instantly.
"Sweetie? What's wrong?" She asked.
"I have to tell you something." I replied.
I told them everything. Every word. Every detail.

My mother didn't reject me. She coddled me in her arms. I looked up at her.
"We all make mistakes, my baby." She said.
"Is it okay if I go away for awhile? Just have some "me" time?" I asked.
"Of course. We'll watch the babies for you." Her voice was gentle and soft.
"Thank you. I'm going to go pack." I replied.

I walked into my room. I looked at my wrists. My scars still laid there. I knew what I was going to do. I couldn't take this no longer. Everything was my fault. I hurt everyone in my path.

I grabbed my suit case. Putting nothing in it except a picture of my babies. I zipped my suit case shut.

I went to the nursery. Kissing each baby on the forehead. "I love you guys." I whispered.

They would be better off with my parents. My parents would look after them. I grabbed my suit case and headed out; closing the door behind me.

A/N:

Hey guys! I'm going to do one more chapter and then an epilogue. I've enjoyed this time, writing for you guys.

-Haylee