Dusk h.s.

Chapter 10

"I'm pregnant."

My head snaps to look at Courtney. "What?" I snap.

"I'm pregnant." She smiles. "We're gonna have a baby."

Instead of being happy for her, my eyes widen. "What the fuck?"

"Annabelle!" Robert snaps.

"So now there's gonna be a baby around here? We already have that stupid ass dog. Now you're gonna bring a crying, screaming, annoying small human in the house?"

"Anna, I think this could be a great opportunity. It's our first child and your first niece." Courtney encourages.

"I don't want a niece!"

"Well that's not your decision to make!" Robert butts in.

"And how is it yours? You're responsible for me, Robert. You signed up for that, not me. You could've stuck me in a crappy foster home if you wanted, but you didn't. You decided to take me in. Why? So you could boss me around and then replace me with a dumbass child?"

"Go upstairs!" He snaps.

"Fuck no!"

"Anna! Go upstairs."

I quickly push past him and head towards the door. It seems so close, but it feels like I've ran miles. I rip the door open and a cool breeze immediately hits my face.

I look down the driveway.

"Harry?"

He came back?

I don't hesitate to run to his car and immediately get in.

"Anna!" Robert calls out. He barges out the door, ordering me back to the house.

"I'm sorry, Robert, but I don't take orders from you!" I close the car door and Harry takes that as cue to drive away.

I look through the rear view mirror to see Robert staring after the car.

I let out a sigh of relief and look over at Harry.

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Thanks for just going with the flow." I slightly laugh and he nods. "Why did you come back?" I ask quietly.

"I never wanted to leave."

"But you did."

"But I didn't want to." He says. "So I came back to see you."

"We just saw each other."

He smirks, "Well, I didn't see you taking any hesitation to get into my car randomly."

"That's different. I was trying to......"

"Escape? From what?" He asks, looking over at me.

"My brother's girlfriend is pregnant."

"And I'm guessing in your mind that's a bad thing?"

"If you're just gonna make fun of me, pull over, I'll find some place to go."

"I'm not making fun of you." He says. "Come to my house."

I look over at him, unsure.

"What?"

"My parents are away this week on some stupid business trip. Come over."

"Like....stay over?" I ask.

He shrugs, "Yeah, why not?"

"I don't know."