Guilty Pleasure.

You've made the wrong choice

(A/N: This chapter is pretty short, but kinda important. Sorry :/)

VSD.

My baby has VSD. A fucking hole in his heart! This is my fault. I gripped my hair, my make-up running down my cheeks most likely making me look like a fucking panda. I took a shaky breath and pulled out a small mirror thingy thats in make up shit and cleaned my face. I didn't both re-applying, I'll probably break down again. I started up the car and drove back to Ronnie's. I managed to explain to him that the baby may be someone else's, I just said I hooked up with a random at the club and he understood. That 'random' was Fronz. I placed one hand on my stomach and the other on the steering wheel. I sped to Ronnie's and parked. I leaped out the car and walked inside, he's on tour. I slammed the door and dropped onto the couch, holding my baby belly. I need something to eat. Oh, pickles. I want pickles. I don't want to get up though...

Me- Hey, dickhead! Get meh some picklesssss!

Fucktit- sound nice. Where r u ill bring em

Me- the fuck do you think i am? Hurry, im dying!

"Lola, you in there?" Fronz called. I grunted, I'm not getting up. "It's not locked, come in faggot." I hollered. The door clicked open and slammed shut. "I'm dead on the couch!" I groaned. He laughed and sat on the seat across from me holding a jar of pickles and a bag of take-out. I yanked the jar out of his hand and took off the lip and grabbed the first one. Yes. I bit into one and moaned, this is fucking lovely. "Where's the kids?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow. "It's Tuesday, they have school." He chuckled, opening the bag of Chineese. I nodded, biting into another pickle. "I'm sorry about last night." He mumbled, his mouth full of rice and shit. I shrugged, I hated the way I reacted. He sighed, itching at his head. "I meant it all though." He grinned. I bit my lip and set down the jar and looked at him. "Then why'd you cheat, if you loved me you wouldn't have." I grunted. He ran his hand through his green hair and sighed. "I don't know. I really don't. Can't you give me a chance?" He asked, or begged. I looked up and puffed up my cheeks. "I don't know-" I began, but douche tit cut me off. "Please Lola, just one chance, please." He pleaded. I bit my lip and looked around. "One chance?" I asked. He nodded violently, Jesus. "Just one date." He confirmed. I bit my lip and and sighed. "Alright, one date. If its as shit as out first date I'm out, got it?" I grinned.