"Y/n." Dave shook me.
"Yeah?"
"We're here."
I looked to my right to see Greg's house.
"Why?" I asked.
"You need to forgive him, his the father of you child." he said sternly.
"Fine." I sighed.
I slammed the car door and walked up to the house. I knocked on the door. No response. I knocked again... Nothing.
I looked back at Dave, he nodded to the door. I pulled out my key and pushed it open.
I walked around the house.
"Greg?" I called... no answer.
I walked upstairs. I opened the bedroom door. I stepped inside. The bathroom light was on.
I knocked and when there was no answer pushed it open.
Greg was under water, unconscious.
"Greg!" I yelled running to his side.
I pulled his head above water. I lifted him out of the tub. He was in a tux, which only weighed him down.
I placed him on the bathroom floor and began CPR.
I was told to do it to the beat of staying alive, or at least the chorus.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, stayin alive, stayin alive." I sung as I pressed down on his chest.
"Come on Greg."
"Don't do this."
I looked around and found my phone.
"Dave I need you up here immediately! Call 911!" I yelled into the phone dropping it back to the floor.
"Live you son of bitch! Live!" I shouted as I waited for Dave.
"My child will have a father! Weather I like him or not Greg! Please!" I shouted.
"Move!" Dave told me.
Dave began CPR, but refused to put his mouth on Greg's so I did that part.
"Come on Greg." I pleaded. Dave stopped the CPR and looked at me. He shook his head.
"There's nothing more I can do." He said softly.
"No!" I cried.
Against Dave's request I continued CPR. I'd be damned if he's gonna die on my watch.
"Greg I know you can hear me. You gotta stay Greg. For our child"
