Should I Stay

Chapter 9

I let out a scream, I shot straight up in bed. I grasped onto the sheets, trying to hold the tears in. I stared straight ahead as Connor threw the door open, causing a loud bang. "What's wrong?!" He yelled, rushing in.

"I'm sorry. It's just bad dreams." I apologized, I wiped my forehead that was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He sat down on the side of the bed, "Still?" He looked over at me, his hair falling into his drooping eyes.

"They don't go away. It's just varying degrees of badness." I shrugged, "Being here... In this bed probably brought back the worse of them. It's fine though."

"The babies?" He put his hand on mine.

I nodded, "I still feel the pain. Like it was the worst physical pain ever." I cringed just thinking of it. I rested my head against the headboard of the bed, sighing.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry you're still going through it." He frowned at me.

"Shit happens. I'm okay though. Nothing to worry about." I sat still for a few minutes, Connor never changing his pose. "I'm going back to bed." I whispered, looking at our hands.

He grunted, jerking his hands back. "Yeah, me too. I got work tomorrow." My head snapped to look at him.

"You have what tomorrow?" I asked, still in shock that he said work.

"It's something to get my mind off of everything that's been going on." He shrugged, I struggled not to laugh off the thought of him working. It's hard to picture Connor, King of Laziness, working.

"What do you do?" I swear, if he said McDonalds I would die laughing.

He rolled his eyes when I chuckled, "I work at Books-A-Million." I smiled, somehow he seemed like a good person to work there.

I nodded, "That's really cool." He smiled and stood up.

"Goodnight." He turned to leave. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me.

"Stay." I whispered, he crawled back into the bed. I couldn't help but see him as I used to. His collarbones were prominent and his lips looked too full.

Without thinking, our lips met. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he hovered over me. I couldn't help but to revel in our proximity. This is what I dreamed of. Us in our bed. Us together. This is it.

I sighed as every movement brought us closer together. I knew that I would regret every piece of clothing that came off even more than the previous in the morning, but right now I didn't care. I was getting Connor the only way that I could. So it would have to work for now.

***

Connor didn't go to work. We woke up at noon. I was laying on his chest, enveloped by his warm arms and delicious scent. Our clothes were everywhere. So were my emotions. Before he had woke up I just laid there thinking.

I didn't want this to end, but I knew it would. He wasn't giving in this easily. I knew when he woke up it would be over and he'd be even more distant than before.

"Katey..." He murmured in my ear, causing me to cuddled into his chest. "Katey." He said it louder this time, he was more serious, which caused my heart rate to decrease. I was vividly aware of every spot of my body that he had touched last night. I frowned.

"Connor." I whispered into his shoulder, hoping that he would just wrap his arms tighter and fall back asleep.

"Last night was..." I sighed, I knew what was coming next. "A mistake."

The tears came in a downpour. Sobs followed the tears. I honestly wish my parents would've never have sent me here. I wish I would've never have met Connor. I wish last night I would've listened to my mind. "I'm sorry." I rolled off of him and slid off the bed. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower. As soon as I knew the shower would overpower the sounds of my sobs, I let myself fall into the sadness.

I stepped into the shower and leaned against the wall. Letting the shower pelt me with scalding water that left my skin stinging. The door creaked open, "Katelyn." Connor's voice was raspy.

I tried to respond, but all I could do was sob louder.

"Kate." Connor sighed, "Katey, I got her pregnant." As if this couldn't get any worse, Connor was getting what I had so desperately wanted. And he was getting it with the girl that he replaced me with.

"Get. Out." I screamed, honestly, it was the loudest I had ever screamed in my life. "Stay away from me." I warned.

"Katey-"

"Out!" I threw a shampoo bottle as the door slammed.

A/N: Sorry I took ten years to actually update. I have no excuse. I got distracted by summer. That's it. In other news, I have figured out the end to this story. It's not in sight yet, but I have it all planned out. Maybe I'll update soon. Vote, comment, throw out some ideas.