Love Without An Ending: BPLS Sequel

Stupid

Prod: Really?

Bre: Yeah! I thought you would be excited.

Prod: I was.

Bre: Was?

Prod: Well now that it's really true, I thought about it. What about school, my career, Hope? How am I gonna have two children? Hope isn't even a year old yet! My parents.

Bre: I've thought about all that too. What about last time you thought I was pregnant? Didn't you think about all this then? I did.

Prod: Well yeah, but last time I didn't have Hope.

Bre: Hope has nothing to do with this. You know that Bahja will help you out Hope. You're just maing exscuses.

Prod: School, MB?

Bre: I have OMG! You act like this is going to ruin to your whole life! We already have online school. I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind watching the baby when we're both on the road.

Prod: Yes but-(GCO)

Bre: WHY ARE YOU MAKING THIS SO DIFFICULT? ALL YOU'RE DOING IS JUST SITTING HERE MAKING EXCUSES. LAST TIME YOU WERE FURIOUS BECAUSE I WASN'T PREGANT, NOW I AM AND YOU'RE MAKING UP ALL THESE EXCUSES!

Prod: I'm not making excuses.

Bre: YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CARRY A BABY FOR A FEW MONTHS AND THEN LOSE IT! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THROUGH IT ALONE! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING! I THOUGHT ME PREGNANT WOULD GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHANCE TO BE A FATHER!

Prod: I DO WANNA BE A FATHER JUST NOT NOW!

Bre: YOU WERE READY BEFORE!

Prod: BRE I JUST-(GCO)

Bre: Are you, or are you not gonna help me take care of OUR baby?

Prod:...I-(GCO)

Bre: *tearing up* I can't believe you! *runs out the room*

Prod: Bre! *chases her*

Everyones POV

Nique: Aww Bre hun, what's wrong?

Bre: *runs out the house*

Bahja: Bre!

Prod: *chases her out the house*

Roc: Oh shit.

Prince: I'd go look, but Bee won't let me out this damn chair.

Bahja: You two stay here, we have to go get Bre.

Prince: *stands up* You're not going alone. Who knows where Bre might run off to.

Everyone: *leaves the house*

Bres POV

Bre: Leave me alone.

Prod: Bre, just hear me out.

Bre: I heard what you said the first time, you don't want this baby. Now you don't have it. Congrats.

Prod: *kisses her*

Bre: *pushes him off* No, get the hell off me!

Prod: No; I care too much about you and the baby to just leave you here.

Bre: That's the thing. You don't care!

Prod: I never said that.

Me: You didn't have to.

Nique: Bre! *runs to her and hugs her*

Bahja: *does the same* Bre, don't do that ever again, okay?

Bre: *crying* I just wanna go home.

Nique: Okay, come on.

-Back at Bres-

Prods POV

Prince: That was just stupid!

Prod: I know.

Roc: Do you see what that did to her? She's having you're child and you tell her you don't "want it"?

Prince: What the hell is wrong with you man?

Prod: I DIDN'T MEAN IT, OKAY?JUST LEAVE ME TF ALONE! I KNOW! I HURT BRE! I'M SORRY! I KEEP TRYING TO TELL HER THAT BUT SHE WON'T LISTEN!

Roc: Can you blame her?

Prod: I didn't talk to yall so I can get yelled at.

Prince: We're trying to get some sense into you!

Prod: Whatever man. *walks out the room*

Bahjas POV

Bahja: Aww it'll be ok Bweedy.

Bre: No it won't. I can't do this by myself.

Nique: You're not by yourself. You have us.

Bre: Thanks.

Prod: *walks in*

Bahja: I think yall have talked enough today.

Nique: Bee, let's go.

Bahja: No, who knows what else this jackass is going to say to her! I'm not leaving her!

Bre: Bee, I'll be fine. You can go.

Bahja: Ok fine but if you need me, yell.

Nique: She will, now let's go.