Ximena: A Multi Series

🧸TW: Abuse

Ximena looked at her phone. Rome was outside. The girls were asleep already, and so Ximena went to his car. He wanted to talk, and Ximena had finally given in. She lightly tapped his passenger side glass with her acrylic nail, signaling him to roll his window down. He rolled it down as she backed up.

Rome: What are you doing, Ximena? Get in the car.

Ximena: Why? So you can fuck me up in there? No thank you.

Rome: No. I did it once. How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't mean it?

Ximena: But you did mean it! You did it right!? What's actually stopping you from doing it again!?

Rome: What's stopping me is that it wasn't intentional. I didn't love you less when I did that to you.

Ximena: I guess you show love to people by hitting them. 

Rome: No, that moment was a misjudgment. So what about this baby?

Ximena: What about it?

She was already getting aggravated and uneasy in the conversation.

Rome: Aren't you pregnant? What are we going to do?

Ximena: WE are not gonna do anything. I'm gonna figure it out.

Rome: Thats great. Hopefully you're figuring out how to get an abortion.

Ximena: Actually, that wasn't my top choice!

Rome: So you're gonna keep it? For what?

Ximena: Use your brain. Why does any woman have a baby?

Rome: I don't know, Ximena! Everybody's fucking different!

Ximena: Take a wild guess! You don't want me to have it! You told me to get an abortion!

Rome: Yeah, because a baby takes up a whole bunch of time and on top of that they cost a whole bunch of money!

Ximena: Don't you think I know that!? I'm raising 2 kids on my own now! They don't have parents, but this one does!

Rome: You just want to use it as a child support trap!

She was completely and utterly disgusted with his response. Her bottom lip started quivering.

Ximena: Rome, are you serious!? Have I ever asked you for money!? Trap you for what!? Those Jordan's on your feet, this car!? Don't you think I would choose someone richer!? We were in a real relationship when I got pregnant or maybe it was closer to a situation-ship to you! You think I want to use this child to get money from you!? I can barely stand to look at you, much less argue in court over some damn money!

Rome: You're already struggling raising those 2 little girls! You're young and barely have enough money to get by! You think you can afford another fucking baby on your own!? Be realistic, Ximena!

Ximena: THEN WHAT!? DO SOMETHING ABOUT it! I take abortion as you don't want to be in it's life, and you don't want to pay child support! I haven't asked you for a single thing! So why does it matter to you!? Just don't worry about it! I hardly want to be near you because I may be HIT! Oh, I'm sorry, or maybe strangled!

Rome: I'm not gonna fucking touch you again! You're saying all this now, but when those 9 months are over, we'll see where you're heart is at! We'll see if you have this same point of view!

Ximena: I promise you I won't ask you for shit, Rome! I don't need anymore stress in my life! That's all you are to me at this point! STRESS! You're an abusive, deadbeat baby daddy!

Rome: How am I deadbeat!? I'm discussing this with you before it's born, so I won't be a deadbeat! Can't be a bad dad to something that's not born!

Ximena: Yes! It's my choice! And I've told you that I wasn't going to abort it! So just man up! Instead you beat and then guilt trip the mother of your future child!

Rome: Don't be so dramatic, Ximena. I didn't know you were pregnant! You're barely pregnant. You found out, what, 2 weeks ago?

Ximena: Just because I didn't know, doesn't mean I wasn't pregnant, Rome! Pregnancy takes time to develop, show symptoms and show up on a pregnancy test. It's the principal, Rome! Pregnant or not, you hit me!

Rome: I just can't see why you would want to plight yourself with another kid, when you're 24 and live in a 2 bedroom apartment!

Ximena: I GET IT, Rome! I'm broke! You act like you don't know shit about what it means to be broke or poor!

Rome: Right! So why would we put our child in that situation!?

Ximena: I don't do shit in my life for nothing! That's why I work extra hours for them! Cook and clean for them! Even when I feel sick or tired! I make sure they're dressed nice and they have somewhere to sleep! I get them where they need to be on time! I do it for them because it's my responsibility and I'm taking accountability! Which is something you clearly lack! And you want to question my adequacy as a mother!? Best believe, if I want a baby, it's gonna have everything it needs with or without you! You can't even accept that at 29 years old, you're about to be a father!

Rome: Ximena, I don't want you to fucking have it! That's why I can't accept it! I told you to abort it! I'll pay for that! That's it! I don't want to pay for and deal with 18 years of this shit! If you're not with me anymore, why have a baby by me!? You don't want shit to do with me right!?

2 uncontrollable tears slid down her face. Ximena was having a true internal battle. Her brain versus her heart. Even if she argued her side with Rome, a part of her, after hearing him say that and show his true colors, wanted to take him up on his offer of paying for the abortion; no more ties to him. She was truly disgusted and infuriated with Rome.

Ximena: ITS NOT THAT FUCKING EASY, ROME! Regardless of what I decide to do, It affects me! If I get an abortion, I'm gonna deal with the aftermath for the rest of my life! If I have it I'll still be dealing with the outcome for my entire life! Even if you think you won't, I WILL! It's easy for you to say "abort it", you're not carrying it! I am! I care, Rome!

Ximena's voice started cracking as she got more and more emotional thinking about it. Her eyes were light red tinted with tears in them.

Ximena: I actually fucking care! And I know you don't give a damn, like I said before that's fine! I'm not gonna sit here, and keep arguing with you, no! This was our problem before! I'm not gonna try to prove a point to you, Rome! I know what my truth is! You're not the one who got hit and choked, I am! You're not the one pregnant, I am! You're not the one raising these kids, I AM! I came to talk about this baby, in case you wanted to be in it's life. You don't. So everything else is irrelevant! We're not together, Rome. Therefore, you are in my past. I hope you find peace, and have a good life.

She walked away. She told herself this would be her last time crying over Rome. Of course, she couldn't make any promises. It just... hurt. She was so hurt by Rome. They were supposed to love and trust each other. Rome was supposed to protect her but instead he became the aggressor. She thought of all those late night drives where she rode passenger as he gripped her inner thigh; when he kissed on her inner thighs before he moved up an inch to put his mouth on somewhere more private. Or those movie watchings filled with kissing and sweet talking. How she wanted to marry him in those moments, and for them to eventually have some babies together. She had really dodged a bullet. Then again, those "late nights" got her and Rome into this mess. Or her rather. After that discussion, it seemed Rome was pretty content with backing out. Could she just let that happen? Cut this baby, which was his responsibility, completely out of Rome's life? There was one person in this world Rome would at least hear out. Ximena called that person.

Ximena: Hello?... Ms. Nickey? I know it's getting late but, can I talk to you about something?