The Longest Year of My Life

I Hate You

Felipe's point of view

"What the hell are you and your dumbass doing here?" I hear Clara answer the door.

"Clara!" I scold, Claudia must be here.

I walk to the door and I'm proven right. Claudia stands at on the front steps, confused on why she deserves a greeting like this, "sorry about that," I apologize and Clara shoots me a glare.

"It's fine," she says, "I got all my stuff, including my cat," she laughs and puts Milkshake down.

I smile and then get a notification on my phone. From Angelo, interesting. I unlock my phone and read the message. *dude, I thought I should let you know that Claudia was just over here and she didn't tell me she was having your spawn until after she had half of a margarita. Is there something wrong with the both of you! You're an asshole for doing this to her when she just wanted to feel better! I'll buy you condoms if you need me to, 'cause clearly you never heard of it! Drinking alcohol while pregnant is something I would expect of Claudia, but where's your excuse? You're a child and you better find something to do with my sister or I swear to Christ that my fist in your face will be your medical confirmed cause of death. Wait I answered my own question, you are retarded! If I'm not drunk by tonight, I'm driving to your house and making sure that my sister didn't hang herself because she "feels bad for placing this burden onto you". I'm not lying y'know, shit ain't business, strictly personal. I will kill you myself and go to jail for the rest of my life and being happy knowing that the idiot I killed can't do any more damage!*

"Inside, now," I yell at Claudia.

"You okay?" She asks.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Going to your brother and making this shit up!" I yell.

"I didn't say a thing, he asked how you were doing and put two and two together and slapped a perfectly good margarita out of my hand." She yells back.

"Why are you drinking when you have a child in you?" I yell.

"Because I need it!" She screams and I shut up, "you don't understand, Felipe, I can't get my shit together to save my life and some things just cheer me up and I can't help it if alcohol is that thing. I don't want this to be happening but it is. I'm furious at myself and everyone else because I don't know what to do. Even when my life was at its worst I figured it out by myself and I can't do it anymore." She begins to fight my the tears in her eyes, "I don't need you telling me it's okay when you don't even know that. I don't know how to handle this and I thought I could because I've been doing that all my life. I thank god every single second of every single day for having you in my life but right now, I hate you with all my guts! Every fiber in my being wants to kill me because of this," she looks to her stomach and the tears are released, "and the worst part about it is because I love you too much to have to make you deal with my problems."

Angelo!

"Claudia, you don't need to feel that way because you're trying to look out for me," I say and dare to step closer to her, "You shouldn't be trying to drink your problems away either, and even if I don't know if it's gonna be okay, I still try to think that it could."

"You don't know that, Felipe!" She says, "I don't need optimism now, I need it to actually be better."

"You think I control that?" I accidentally yell.

Her expression turns into one of anger, "No, but I know you can control the two seconds it takes to put a condom on!"

"Are you going to ever let that go?" I yell.

"Well you were the one who knocked me up in the first place!"

"I call bullshit! You-"

"If you say that I got into that bed I'm going to kill you!" She yells.