Working Love

23

"I hate this!" I punched the bag so hard it caused James to fall. "Shit, sorry man." I took his hand and helped him up.

"No worries." He dusted his shorts off, and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "So you haven't been sleeping in the same room?"

"No!" I slammed the side of my hand against the wall. "Ever since he told me that Katherina's baby is mine, he's wanted to be by himself. He says it's not me that he's mad at, but at the fact he was born a man." James was deep in thought for a while. He took a sip of water before looking at me.

"What about Katherina. Have you verified it yet?"

"Yeah. Right after he told me, it was the first thing I did. I ran to her house, but we won't be a hundred percent sure until the baby is born." I throw my towel on the floor and went to do some pull ups. Because I haven't spent any time with Ethan, I've had more free time. I'm caught up on my studies, and I'm working out more.  All in the hopes of trying to distract myself from all of the shit going on around me.

"So what are you gonna do?" He leaned against the bars, with his hands crossed in front of his chest. He's the only one that still talks to me. The old man is ashamed of me, Val is so disappointed she won't make eye contact, and I wish Alastor wouldn't. He keeps sending me death glares every time he comes to talk to Ethan. Even Jenny smacked me and called me a dumbass. Can't really say I blame any of them. Ethan and I have only been together for a very short time. I thought back to everything that happened, to try and figure out if it's possible that maybe Katherina's baby wasn't mine. But I can't say for sure since the last time I slept with her was a few days before I finally decided to talk to Ethan about the marrige. And sadly. that was only a few months ago.

"I told Ethan I wouldn't claim it, then he yelled at me for being irresponsible. First time he yelled at me too, and it scared the shit out of me. So I told Katherina I want a D.N.A test done when the baby is born. If it is mine, I will help her. If not, then I saved my ass."

"Lets hope it's not. Jenny keeps planning ways to cut your nuts off." I hop off the bars and hold my crotch. I could feel my face go pale, because I know Jenny would actually try to.

"Keep her away." He starts laughing, and I just punch his arm. This was one of the main reason's James is my bestfriend. No matter how bad I fuck up, or how much of an ass I make up myself. He always has my back, and tries to find a way to either help me improve, or get passed it. I just hope that this is also one of those times.

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The house is dead quiet. Ethan has been spending all his time at school, the office, and at his parents' house. He only comes home on days off, or to grab some stuff. I go to the guest room I've occupied at the moment, and put my bag down. I take my shirt off, and change into some shorts. I leave my feet bare and make my way to the kitchen. I haven't eaten much because of the stress, but my body was giving me all the signs that I was at my limit. I quickly make my food and clean up.  But as I make my way towards the stairs, I can hear the sound of keys open the door. I look up and see Ethan enter the house. He's dressed in a gray coat with a black scarf,black slacks,and his hair is tossed all over the place. Probably from the strong wind outside. It's been days since I've really seen him, but it felt more like years to me. I can't help but get awestruck by him every time I lay eyes on him. 

"Oh." He just noticed me standing here. I see his eyes travel down my body, his cheeks growing red. I forgot I'm only wearing my basketball shorts, I didn't bother putting on a shirt since I was home. "You've gained more muscles." I don't know what to say, it was one of the only things he has spoken to me in days, so I simply nod my head. He looks away, and it pisses me off. I turn my back to him, so he won't see the pain in my eyes. I want nothing more than to drop everything and hold him. But I know he won't want that. 

"Ethan, can I use your bathroom?" I look back and see a guy at the door. He's also wearing a coat with a scarf, black slacks, and his brown hair tossed because of the wind. His brown eyes were covered by his small rim glasses. He was thin, and shorter than both of us. He seemed like those guys you need to protect. He looked up and notice me standing on the steps, and Ethan looking the other way before turning to face him. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" His voice was so low, so timid. He was almost like a mouse.

"Not at all Adam." He smiled. He actually smiled for this fucker. My blood was boiling, and my grip on the plate and caned soda was becoming harder. "The bathroom is just down that hall to the right." 

"Thanks." He quickly walked passed me, but I didn't even bother looking at him. My eyes were focused on my husband.

"Who is that?" I tired to keep my voice calm, but it sounded strained. I could feel my body shaking, and it was starting to get harder for me to calm mysef down. I have been holding so much shit in for the passed few days. With my dad ignoring me again. Val and Alastor looking as if they wish they never met me. To my own husband pushing away from me because he has no idea how to handle my fucked up passed. I was hitting my breaking point.

"His name is Adam. We have classes together, and are about to head out." He said it so calmly, but he wouldn't even look at me. That was only making my grip on the things in my hand tighter.

"Out where?" I was starting to lose it. I spoke the words trough clenched teeth.

"We're going to grab dinner with some of the guys from class."

"And when were you going to tell me?" My sanity was being held on by a small thread. I was almost over the edge.

"I don't have to report every detail of my life, do I?" And that did it. I gripped the plate so hard that it broke, and the soda burst all over the walls and floor.

"Fuck!" A piece of the plate cut my palm. Blood started dripping down the side of my hand, and down my arm. I held it above my heart to try and stop the bleeding. But sadly, this pain didn't even compare to what I was feeling happening inside of me.

"Carter!" He ran to my side and tried to hold my hand, but I pulled it back. I noticed the stunned look on his face, because it's the first time that I have rejected his touch. But I didn't care right now, I was angry and in pain. Yet no one seemed to realize or even care.

"Just leave it! It's not the worst that has happened to me lately, but you wouldn't know." I turned my back to him and walked to the bathroom upstairs. I washed the blood off, and pulled out the medical kit. I grabbed the tweezers and pulled the piece of glass still stuck to my palm out. I sanitized the cut and wrapped it up. After that I cleaned the counter, put the kit away, and walked out of the bathroom to go downstairs. 

Ethan and that guy were long gone, and so was the mess. Ethan must have cleaned it up. I wasn't hungry anymore, just pissed. I ran back upstairs and changed. Being in this house was making me feel suffocated, I need to get out. I needed to leave.