CHAPTER 25

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BRITTNEY POV.

I sit down in front of Dontrell as his desk sits between us.

"...when did you find out?", he asked.

"Today", I replied.

Dontrell looks away for a moment. "I didn't think about the fact that we didn't wear a condom", he said before looking at me.

"Neither did I", I replied.

Dontrell sits back in his chair and looks at me.

"What?", I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just...thinking", he said.

"You don't want it?", I asked softly.

"I didn't say that I just...I just thought that I'd be married before I had my first child or at least in a relationship", he said.

"We can at least do that second thing. Nothing's stopping that right?", I asked.

"Britt...how do you expect us to work when you haven't even given yourself time to heal?", he asked.

"...can I ask you a question? All this time you've been avoiding me...you've just been avoiding me? You weren't really thinking about your answer choice because it was No anyway?", I asked.

"...Britt don't start this please, alright. I'm just trying to process th—"

"No. I'm done with staying quiet. I've been quiet for over five years. So yes I will start and I will finish", I said. "You don't wanna be with me, fine. You don't this baby, then fine."

"Britt I didn't s—"

"I'm talking", I said firmly. "...If you don't wanna love me then so be it because at the end of the day, I know my baby will"

I get up and walk out of the office to make my way outside.

Dontrell quickly gets up. "Britt wait", he said as he grabbed my arm.

I begin to tremble a little. "What are you doing?", I asked as I got scared.

Dontrell let me go. "I wasn't going to hurt you, I just wanted you to stop walking", he said.

I begin to calm down.

"...see you aren't ready for a relationship, Britt.", said Dontrell.

"That was just that one time. I've never done that before", I said.

"But will it be the last?", asked Dontrell.

"...I don't know. I have PTSD...I can't help the way I react to things sometimes. But the more I encounter it, I'll be better", I said. "I just—"

I stop speaking because I don't know what to say next.

"I'm just going to go.", I said.

"...I don't think you should leave alright? I...I don't think you should be alone right now because you think that I don't want you", he said.

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