Debt

13: Sorry

Shawn tried cuddling Abrielle, but she pushed him roughly off her. He was surprised that he actually fell off the bed. Her strength usually just barely moved him. But that anger put some force in it.

Angrily, Abrielle left the room to find another to sleep in. She didn't want to be touched. And unfortunately, she knew leaving endangered her and her unborn. Sure, Shawn had given her some training. Some. But even still, if someone attacked her, she could lose her baby. And she wasn't willing to do that just because Shawn was a fuck up. The baby deserved to have a good mother, at least.

So Abrielle stayed within the confines of Shawn's little wall to keep her unborn safe. He mattered more to her than the retard who wanted to be called Daddy.

She decided to leave the main house altogether and went to sleep out in the pool house. She refused to be in his presence.

Abrielle was done with the crying. She refused to cry herself sick over him. But she couldn't stop being pissed off. He had actually had the audacity to make it seem like it was okay!

Abrielle didn't care to see Shawn again. He could go back to that bitch. She could go back to treating this like business. She could get Shawn his money back and take her baby to Puerto Rico to stay with her grandparents in a place where they weren't constantly in danger. Shawn didn't have to know her baby.

She stopped her train of thought, asking herself whether that was a little extreme, keeping the child away from its father. On the one hand, she knew how much safer her baby would be if Shawn wasn't around. On the other hand, she couldn't make herself not put a man in her baby's life.

Abrielle went into the bathroom and washed her face before she went back into the main house to get her laptop and go back outside, Skyping Larielle.

When her friend opened up, she was smiling. "Bri! You're okay!" she said, a look of relief over her face.

"I'm okay," Abrielle agreed, smiling weakly.

"Oh, honey. Have you been crying?" Larielle asked.

Abrielle closed her eyes and shook her head no, holding back more tears. "No," she lied.

"Bri, what's the matter? We're best friends. You can't lie very well to me."

Abrielle didn't want to tell her friends that her abductor, who she'd married and now actually loved, had cheated on her and she felt ashamed about it. It was like she wasn't enough. That she might as well not give it up because he could get it anywhere.

"I've seen my daddy," Abrielle said, changing the subject.

"I'm glad you got to see him, Bri," Larielle told her sincerely. "I'm sorry. About what happened."

"Thank you. Excuse me."

Abrielle got up and lost breakfast in the toilet, getting some of the vomit in her hair. Groaning, she told Larielle she'd call back; she had to wash her hair.

Abrielle tied her hair back and went into the bathroom to clean up, glad to not see Shawn.

She washed her hair and got out, putting on sweatpants. And unfortunately, it was when Shawn came to see her.

"Baby-"

Abrielle ignored him. She stopped being baby the minute that fool tried to justify his infidelity. She could have forgiven it if he was sorry. But he wasn't. He didn't even give a damn.

Abrielle stormed out of the room and went to make herself a snack.

As she blended her smoothie, he slid his arms around her, and she elbowed him, busting his stitches open.