Kelly's POV
The silence was deafening. In fact the only thing that let me know I hadn't gone deaf was Luke's breath in my ear as he held me to the ground. It was terrifying how quiet it was. In fact when Calum started screaming I welcomed it. Then my heart sank because it was a reminder of what Luke has said. Talia was shot. And the screams coming from Calum made me realize it wasn't good. The agony in his voice made my heart break and my stomach turn. I knew in my head she was gone, but in my heart I hoped...Prayed for a miracle. I don't remember how our life was before. I have flashes of what we were to each other, but I knew in my soul I couldn't lose her. At one time she was closer to me than family; all of these people were I think.
"Please...Pleas Talia... Come on baby wake up." Calum wailed. I turned my head and locked eyes with Luke. The look in his eyes told me everything. They always do. His eyes could tell me a million different stories. They were the best story tellers I had ever met. They glistened at me and I knew he was feeling everything I was feeling. The only difference was he knew everything. He knew what she meant to both of us. And the hurt in his eyes made me think if I knew what he knew I would probably lose all control. He was so much better at maintaining his feeling than I was.
Then suddenly it happened. A flash.
We were sat in a room. My room. I was sitting on my bed, feet hanging off the side looking at look. He was standing with his arms crossed in from of him and he didn't look happy.
"When were you planning on telling me Kelly? Was it going to be before you were giving birth or were you hopping I wouldn't notice the basketball sized belly?" He said through almost clinched teeth.
"I'm sorry."
"For what exactly. The cheating? The baby? For ruining what we had. What exactly are you sorry for?" Luke said. I couldn't look at him anymore. He was normally so composed and now he was on a whole new level of mad that I wasn't use to. It was scary to see him this mad. Not that I thought he would hurt me. And the thought that I had ruined us gutted me. I knew it was true though. And now with the baby thing, I knew we were done and the scared the holy living shit out of me. I never wanted to lose him. I was selfish I guess.
"I don't know. I'm just sorry...For everything." I said in a low voice. It was practically a mumble. I was resorting to talking to him like I did my father when he was mad at me. I was the scared little 5 year old girl again.
"Look at me." He said. His voice had softened up a bit. You could tell he was still mad, but he was at a point where he was calming himself. I looked up and caught his eyes. They were glassed over with tears. I hated myself at this point because it was obvious I had done more that ruined us. I had broken him. And once you break someone there is really no chance of fixing them.
"I'm so sorry." I said standing up. My hands went to my stomach because I felt sick suddenly. Then I remembered the child growing inside of me and I lowered them. Another constant remind to him and me of how I had screwed up something so perfect. I moved quickly and hugged him. For a moment he let his hands hang and I almost gave up, realizing that there was just one too many fuck ups on my part to fix this. I was about to let go when he wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me close, as close as we could be. We stood like this for a few minutes. Finally he took a deep breath, his face near my ear. Then he whispered into my ear.
"We can handle this."
It took a minute to sink in what he was saying. When he did I pushed away from him and looked up at him.
