Friction [Book 2]

-ours-

Ending the call, I shoved my phone into my back pocket and walked back inside the hospital. Nothing made sense. Not one bit. She couldn't have been pregnant. The kid can't be mine. She said she was on the pill, she said.

Throwing my head into my hands, I crashed down into a waiting chair in the corner, away from everyone else. I didn't know what to think. I didn't let management say anything else because I ended the call. I didn't want to hear anything else. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't be.

Realising what was going on, I decided to call management back. I didn't want them to get any more pissed off with me than they already were.

They answered almost straight away.

"Calmed down yet?"

"No I bloody haven't, what is going on?"

Panting, I walked into the quieter wing of the hospital and say on a window ledge, pressing my head against the thick glass.

"I got a call about an hour ago from this girl. Her name is Casey and she's from Texas, she says you slept with her when you were on tour and a week ago she gave birth prematurely and-"

"Is it okay? Is the baby okay?"

Even though this was the last thing on earth I wanted, the worst possible thing that could be happening to me at that moment in time, if this baby was mine, I cared about it.

"He, is fine."

"It's a boy?"

My voice cracked, I had another son...potentially. The girls name definitely rung a bell inside my head and I wish it didn't. I never thought I'd have four children, and hear I am with my fourth child being delivered in a matter of days.

"Jacob, Jacob Oliver. He's a week old today and according to Casey, he almost fits into the palm of her hand he's that tiny."

I felt like crying. I was happy that I had created a new life, that my own flesh and blood was alive somewhere and healthy. And then there was the other part of me. The part that was distraught, the part that wants to crumble into a pile on the floor and never get back up. What was I supposed to tell Ellianah? And more importantly, when?

"So, w-what's going to happen?"

Feeling vulnerable and scared, my voice sounded like a little kid. I didn't know what to do, what was going on with Ellianah, and what was going to happen at all. Nothing ever seemed to fall into place for me, nothing. And every time it didn't, it was my fault and Ellianah always ends up getting hurt. I hated myself for such an awful trait.

"Here's the thing. This girl, Casey, she...she can't exactly take care of the kid. She's not got the money, she works all the time and she's still going to school to try and get some kind of qualification."

"So you want me to send her money? Is that it?"

"No, well, not exactly. She guessed that you'd not want the public to know about what happened so she's offering a trade."

"A trade? What kind of trade? Dude this doesn't-"

"Pete, listen."

I stayed silent. I had tons of thoughts rushing around inside of my head. What kind of trade involves a baby?

"Casey had said she'll give you Jacob and not say anything to anybody, in return for $200,000. Now-"

"I'll do it."

"What?"

"I said I'll do it," I started, my voice growing stronger and more passionate, "Anybody, no matter what kind of shit your in with money, can't put a price tag on their kid. I'll pay the 200 grand, I'll give her the money and I'll take care of, of him, of Jacob."

I felt sick to the bottom of my stomach. I felt horrified, disgusted and angry. What kind of mother puts a value on their child? A baby that's just been born, that doesn't know what's going on is being taken across the country because his mother can't be bothered to look after him and she's using him to get money. It sickened me. I didn't care how much money she wanted, I would pay her anything to have Jacob with me instead of her.

"A-alright. I'll sort it out and I'll be in touch tomorrow probably."

The line went dead and I sighed heavily. How was I supposed to tell Ellianah? What was I meant to say and more importantly, how was I supposed to tell everyone else.

As I was walking back into the hospital, a nurse approached me in a quick fashion.

"Mr Wentz?"

"Yeah? Is everything okay?"

"Miss Sullivan is awake now, if you were waiting for her to wake up. She's in room 204, second floor."

I nodded and thanked the nurse before taking the elevator to the second floor. The ride went way too quickly for my liking. Glancing up at the signs, I followed the nurses directions and eventually navigated my way to Ellianah's room.

Peering through the glass, I saw her laid on the bed. She looked so tired and her hands were squeezing a huge mug of coffee as she took frequent sips, gazing around the small room.

I psyched myself up and pushed open the door, walking inside the room with my best smile hung upon my lips.

"How are you feeling, are you okay?"

Grinning, I perched on the edge of Ellianah's bed, gently kissing her forehead and moving a strand of hair from her eyes.

"I'm fine. Doctor says everything went okay but they're delivering the baby tomorrow..."

She looked frightened as she raised the warm drink to her lips again. I just stared at her, trying to imagine her expression when I tell her what the deal is.

"Everything's going to be fine. The baby's going to be fine, you're fine and nothing is going to change. Nothing. The way I feel about you is never going to change and I want you to know that, okay? I-it's important that you know I will always love you and no matter what happens, nothing will ever change, okay?"

A small smile broke out, curving the corners of her lips upwards. Her eyes glinted with a hint of confusion as her hand gently reached out, grabbing my own.

"I know that, Pete. That's why you gave me the ring, that's why we're going to get married."

Speaking with a smile, it dawned on me that she wouldn't marry me when she found out. And she certainly wouldn't want to be anywhere near that ring.

"Y-yeah, I know I just-"

"Pete," Ellianah started, lacing our fingers together delicately. I felt the cool metal of the engagement ring rubbing against my skin, sending shivers of fear and anxiety down my spine, "Is everything okay? You seem on edge. Is it about the baby? Because if it is, the doctors say that everything will go normally, the baby will just have to be in intensive care for a while..."

"No, Ellianah. It's not that, not the baby. Well, it's not our baby."

Licking my lips, I felt a shaky breath flow uneasily from between my lips. I squeezed her hand tightly and the more her expression turned into confusion, the guiltier I felt. She didn't deserve any of this. Bronx didn't deserve any of this, Bodhi didn't deserve any of this and neither did this new baby. But it was happening, and I couldn't ignore any of it.

"Ellianah, I, I need to tell you something..."

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