Nate Jacobs - Falling down

Chapter Eighteen - I'm..

Sarah's POV

Since Nate's and I's last argument, i start to wonder who was in the wrong. Was i doing something wrong and not realizing it? Or was he? I just don't want to kill a baby. I don't see a problem with being pregnant.

I still live at Nate's house, if that's what you are all wondering.

I didn't run away this time, because really, it didn't help. Running away from problems just makes the out come worse. Whenever i entered the same room as him, he'd immediately walk away. So i started doing the same to him. Im not going to take his shit. Im angry at him, but at the same time, i want to understand what he's feeling.

What was Nate thinking about what'd just happened?

Nate POV

What the fuck was her problem? She couldn't warn me about wanting to keep a fucking child if i accidentally got her pregnant. If i knew, i would've used a condom. For sure. She's going to ruin both of our futures if she does this. I'm fucking pissed.

I just pray that the test comes back negative.

"Nate!" Sarah yelled from the top of the stairs.

Now, i wanted to ignore her. But i had to know if it's coming back positive, or negative.

"What?!"

"Come upstairs. I took the test."

I quickly make my way up the stairs.

"Well, what is it?"

"Come, in the bathroom."

I roll my eyes and walk into the bathroom. I see three tests in front of me layed down on the bathroom counter tops. One negative, two positive. Fuck my life.

I can't be a fucking father at 18. I need to have a normal fucking life. I cant let this happen. No fucking way.

Sarah POV

"Fuck!" He yelled as he banged his arm against the wall causing me to jump.

"The first one i took came negative, the last two were positive.."

I was scared to even show him these tests because i know he doesn't want a child, and when he gets angry, he gets..out of control. Let's just say that.

"So get more. We need to be sure."

"Nate-"

Before i could finish, he cut me off.
"No!" He raises his voice.
"We need to be sure."

"Fine. Whatever, but you already know it Nate." I say walking past him, but his arm pulls me back to face him.

"No, i don't know anything yet. And neither do you! So go get some fucking tests!" He yells

"Stop treating me like a piece of shit! You buy the fucking tests if you want them so badly." I walk away from him, and this time he doesn't pull me back.

"Fucking asshole." I mutter as i walk down the stairs.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He says following me down the stairs.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Nate. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."

"Fucking christ!" He yells as he puts his shoes on and grabs his car keys just before he heads out and slams the front door.

Thank god he left. I'm already stressing out enough deciding if i should for sure keep the baby or not. Would Nate even be involved? Who fucking knows, but all i do know is that if he's acting the way he is, he's not going to be near my child.