Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great

I'm Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great. {22}

***Ben’s POV***

I was walking to a nearby gas station to buy myself an energy drink and some chips when I saw Jenny. “Hey Ben,” she said with a smile. “Hi,” I said coldly.

She frowned. “Well someone’s in a bad mood.” I shook my head. “Nope. Just annoyed with whore. Every listen to Papa Roach?” She pouted. “You’re one to talk,” she grumbled, following me as I continued to walk.

I shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. It’s America. No one cares if a guy has sex with a ton of girls. They only care if a girl has sex with anyone.”

She went silent, knowing I was right. “Whatever,” she said at last. “How about a fun night?” she asked with a wink. “I have a girlfriend,” I said flatly. I could not mess everything with Ali up so soon.

She followed me into the gas station. I grabbed a small bag of chips and a Monster, paid, and left. “Stop following me!” I said in annoyance as I neared dad’s house.

“No. I want you Ben,” she said. We were outside dad’s house now. She slid right up to me and pressed her lips to mine deeply. “I love you Ben. Why don’t you want me?” I glared. “Because you’re just a stupid slut. I don’t love you, you don’t love me. It was all about sex. I used you and you used me. We got what we wanted and now it’s over.”

“It doesn’t have to be over,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. “We can be a couple. We could work.” Her hands slowly slid down my chest. Down, down, down.

I grabbed her hands, gripping them tightly. I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes. “Ouch! Ben, stop!” she whined. “I said no,” I growled dangerously. “And I meant what I said.”

I released her hands. I was trying to stop myself from shaking. I shook whenever I got angry. And when I got angry, I struck out at anything I possibly could.

“You want me,” she whispered. That was it. I shoved her to the ground. She looked shocked as I pulled my arm back, forming a fist, anger consuming me.

“Benjamin!”

Dad grabbed me and restrained me.

“Get out of here!” I roared angrily. She slowly got up but didn’t leave. Just watched me. A smirk slowly spread on her face. “Oh, I get it. You’re with her because you feel bad for her.” She laughed. “Don’t worry Ben. I’m waiting for you,” Jenny promised before casually walking off.

“You fucker!” I shrieked. I could see her laughing. Dad roughly dragged me inside and shut the door. “The hell was that about?!” he cried. “She wanted me to fuck her. To leave Ali.” I needed to hit something. Anything.

“Benny,” Jeydyn whispered. I turned to face her. She slowly held up my Hawthorne Heights CD. My eyes widened. My favorite CD. The CD the band had signed. The CD with Casey Calvert’s signature before he had died.

Broken in half.

I felt something inside of me snap. My little sister had just broken my favorite object in the entire world. I had bought that CD on the best night of my life. Gotten it signed by my favorite band.

“You bitch!” I screamed. I snatched the CD out of her hand and shoved her violently to the ground. She looked up at me with horrified eyes. Tears crawled down her cheeks as she began to sob.

“Benjamin!” dad cried in surprise. I ignored him, focusing on my broken CD. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t touch me!” I cried. I spun around and hit him in the face as hard as I could. He staggered back a little. His expression was the same as Jeydyn’s. Shocked. Horrified.

Fear replaced the anger in me. I heard the CD drop to the ground, unaware that it had even slipped from grasp. I gulped and left my house, ignoring dad’s cries.

I had hurt my baby sister. I had hurt the person in this world I loved most. I had given up so much to protect her and here I stood, the very person now hurting her. But that wasn’t the only thing disturbing me at the moment.

I was becoming my mom.

Hurting innocent people just because I was angry. Able to watch my someone in my family cry because of me and not care. Another horrible thought crossed my mind.

What if I hurt the twins?

What if I truly became my mother? Hurt my own innocent children? Felt nothing when I did it? Watched them cry and beg and plead and just keep smacking them because I can? Because I’m angry?

No.

I had to get away from Ali and the twins before I hurt them.