Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

FOUR

ONE WEEK LATER

“How the fuck could you be so fucking stupid?! Are you that god damn blind to what he does to you Mina?!” Jasper yells.

I shake from his raised voice, still unsteady inside from all Chris has put me through, “can you not yell at me please?” I whisper.

“You don’t seem to listen any other way, how could you let this happen?!” He continues.

“He lured me in, I didn’t mean to fuck him I don’t know how it happened.” I pathetically try to defend my shitty actions.

“Oh, that’s a relief. So you just accidentally fell onto his dick? I’m glad we cleared that up.” sarcasm drips from his voice. He paces like a caged tiger in front of me, utterly pissed. “What the fuck do you see in him anyways? He’s trash and he’s not good for you. I’ve seen you cry more over his scummy ass then I’ve seen you cry in your entire life. Not to mention he treats you so badly...you’re worth more than that Mina. Why can’t you see that?” He growls, stopping only long enough to glare at me.

“I’m sorry, he’s the father of my baby. I loved him with all I had in me, Jazz. I’m weak for him.” I dissolve into tears. “I love him and I wish so much that I didn’t.”

…

I still was putting the pieces of my life together as it fell apart around me. I had told Jasper about sleeping with Chris again and needless to say he was far from happy with me. Even with me leaving out the part about Chris nearly slapping me again it was more than enough to piss Jazz off and cause him to storm out of my apartment.

I still haven’t heard from him, but I can understand why he’s angry with me, Hell I’m angry with me. For falling into that trap again, for trusting him again, and for giving him my body. 

But in happier news my belly has grown enough to the point where it’s noticeable. Thankfully even with my little boo growing little by little I can hide it with baggy clothes and hoodies, something Hot Topic very much endorses. I suspect I’ll pop soon though and I can’t help but stress about how my job will be affected.

As I head out of work I notice the following blue eyes of the man I’ve come to realize is Angelo. They follow me across the hallway of the mall as I head into Spencer’s. He smirks at me, giving me a subtle nod before he disappears into the rushing crowds once more.

I roll my eyes and enter the store, searching for a sexy Halloween costume to wear for the upcoming holiday. This will be my last Halloween before the baby comes and it’s trick or treating and child appropriate costumes. I want to look good before my belly gets bigger and I don’t feel sexy anymore.

I slink into the back of the store eyeing a few lacey garments before picking out a few options and taking them to the cash register. I feel eyes on me again, sending a shiver down my spine. I turn my head to the left and stop dead when I see Angelo staring at me.

His smirk grows and I can finally see the details in his tattoos, most notably being the ‘if I’m 555, then you’re 666’ Slipknot tattoo on his thumbs. At least my stalker has good taste in music. He’s not Chris but with his shaggy black hair and piercing blue eyes he looks pretty damn good especially in a well-fitting black dress shirt.

“Miss Adair.” He greets in a silky voice.

I swallow, lingering near the register as he grows closer, “Just Mina, please.”

He nods respectfully, “Mina.”

“Is there a reason you’re here?” I murmur as I pull out my wallet.

He eyes my pile of faux leather and lace with raised eyebrows. “Observe and report.”

He puts his hand on mine, stopping me from paying, and instead pulls out his own wallet.