Jewel's POV
"You fucking lied to me." Eric growls down at me. He slams me back against the door to his apartment, causing my head to rattle against its hard frame. A million tears pour from my eyelids, uncontrollably. With no where else to put my hands, I rest them on Eric's forearms trying to push him away from me but he's too strong.
"I didn't lie!" I say between sobs. "I took the pill like you asked but it must have been too late!"
Eric's breathing is heavy, his eyes penetrate my own and I'm frightened to my very core, thoughts of what he could or would do to me.
A long silence unfolds between us. I think that maybe Eric has forgotten what is happening because he just stares blankly at me for the longest time. The tears finally slow but don't stop completely.
"There's another way to take care of this." He says. "It's still early enough."
I know what he is talking about. The fact that he says it so nonchalantly infuriates me. He doesn't even care about my feelings or what I think about this. I take my hands away from his skin and decide to rest them at my sides.
Eric pulls away from me also and creates a much needed distance. With one last tear falling, my fists ball up and my teeth grind together.
"I'm not going to do that."
Eric watches me with such a disbelief on his face, like no one had ever said such a thing to him.
"This is my baby. I'll decide what happens to it." The confidence in my tone really throws him off. He takes a step back as if he's completely shocked. But shortly after, he regains himself and his jaw clenches and now his fists are balled up too.
"I don't have time for a child. Being a father isn't in my future." It's such a final statement. As if he was writing a resume.
Of course he doesn't want to be a father. He would actually have to think about someone other than himself for a change.
I smooth out my clothes while collecting my bearings and my hand runs over the arm that Eric was holding, a small pain shoots through me and I jolt from the pain. I'm aware that Eric is still watching me, and as my body flinches I can see from the corner of my eye that he takes a step toward me.
How can someone say such horrible things and then still care?
Finally, I make eye contact with him and see an unrecognizable expression across his features. It's hard to tell what he could be thinking. I've seen anger. I've seen lust but not this. This is something else.
"You don't have to be the father. I'm perfectly capable." I say it with such ease that I surprise myself.
Eric crosses his arms over his chest and cocks an eyebrow as if saying, really?
