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D.L - Secrets.

• It's a derek luh one obviously, and I'm pregnant with our second child because the first one passed away, and I didn't tell him about the babies and, I discover something terrible when, Mark tells me all bout dereks drug problems. So I pack all my things and leave, when derek gets home, he finds the pictures of our first baby along with a name. You can come up with the rest. I want it to be long and dramatic.

This is for my boo WilkinsonxMaloley sorry it took hella long. I just wanted it to be perfect and hopefully it is, you will want a part two I understand.

-- Ky's POV --

I've cried way too much. I couldn't handle it the first time, there's no way I can handle it for the second time. My heart is aching severely, as well as my stomach. The cramps are still unbearable, even hours later after the process.

I can't tell Derek. It'll break his heart. He'll hate me.

Sinking down onto the couch, I pick up my phone and speed dial my boyfriend's number, still crying. "Ky." A voice answers.

That isn't my Derek's voice.

"D-Derek, where is Derek." I utter out, snivelling to try and keep myself from crying hysterically.

"He's just went to the store, Ky I need to talk to you about him." Mark states, sounding concerned.

"I n-need Derek."

"I understand, but Ky you need to help him, he's lost his self control. He's gettin' back on the drugs, this new guy - whatever the fuck his name is - is a bad influence. You're the only one he will listen to, me and the guys have tried telling him." He explains softly yet sternly, indicating the seriousness of the situation.

"Is that where he's been all night?" I ask, rubbing my forehead.

Mark sighs. "We tried gettin' him to go home but he wouldn't listen, he wants to finish this project as soon as he can, but the drugs aren't helping at all."

The reality of it only makes me cry harder, to the point I end the call and throw my phone across the room.

I've let him down. I promised I would never let him go back to the drugs that almost ruined his life. I promised. I've let him down.

Sobbing, an idea pops into mind that I never thought or wanted to refer to. It wouldn't be right. But what needs to be done should be done.

I'm not leaving forever...just for a week or two? I'll call his dad and tell him the situation, Derek always listens to his dad no matter how much he resists.

I pack whatever I can fit into my bag before writing Derek a letter - to inform him why I am leaving and how long I will be gone for - and leaving an ultrasound scan of both of our babies laying on top of it. After searching the room for anything else I will need, I quickly shove one of Derek's t-shirts in and pick up my bags and head downstairs to leave the letter and pictures on the kitchen counter.

Soon after, I am gone.

-- Derek's POV --

Regrettably, I stumble into the house - still sobering up from my last high. It's wearing off now, but my past actions remain a blur. I've let her down.

My mind is slowly sobering up. Slowly but surely. "Ky?" I yell throughout our house, kicking off my shoes.

But she doesn't answer. "Ky?" I yell again, as loud as I can. "Ky fuckin' answer me."

Still, the house remains silent apart from my footsteps moving towards the living room. Maybe she fell asleep on the couch.

No, she's not in there. "Ky!" My words are slurred but right now I couldn't care less, I just need and want my girl in my arms.

Walking into the kitchen, I see a piece of paper on the counter with two pictures beside it. "What the fuck?" I mumble to myself, walking closer to the counter.

I furrow my eyebrows when I see two ultrasound scans and a letter from Ky. I stare at the pictures for a minute or two before reading the letter.

As I finish reading the last of her written words, a tear drop falls on the piece of paper.

She's left? She's left me. She was pregnant? Twice?

I quickly pull out my phone, wiping my eyes and nose with the back of my hand. "Answer the fuckin' phone." I seethe through gritted teeth as her recorded voice blurts into my ear. I ring her over and over and over again until I reach my limit and throw my phone at the wall. I scream, slamming my hands down on the counter in anger.

She can't leave me. I need her. We need eachother.

After a few minutes of crying profusely and throwing a few things at the walls, I run to the hallway and pick up the house phone to call her again but she doesn't answer.

Instead, I call my dad. I hate to lean on him for advice, I let him down with the drugs but he's the only one who gets me. The guys try to, but they just can't.

"Just stay calm, son." Is the first thing he says. I slide my back down the wall until I'm sitting on the ground with the phone held to my ear.

"Y-You know?" I ask, resting my other arm on my knees.

"She called me before she left, she's coming back." He responds, his voice firm.

I take a second to cry, squeezing my eyes closed. "You promise?" I mutter.

"I promise, she promised. She wouldn't do that to you, Derek, she loves you just as much as you love her. You both just need time to breathe. She's got her stuff to deal with and you have your stuff to deal with."

"But we should be dealing with them together, she was pregnant Dad she was fuckin' pregnant twice and she never told me. She shouldn't be going through that shit on her own. She needs me, why would she leave me?" I break down, banging the back of my head against the wall I'm sitting against.

"You need to focus on recovering, she told me everything Derek. You need to help yourself before you help her, she's with people who's gonna' be there for her. She's going to be fine and so are you." He sternly tells me, I nod my head and snivel.

"I just need her Dad, and she needs me."

"Sleep it off son, you just need to sleep and a fresh start. Tomorrow is a new day, if your own health isn't enough determination to get clean then think of her. Think of the day she'll be back."

I finish up our conversation, not wanting to lose any more of my dignity before ending the call and making my way upstairs to the spare bedroom. I can't get her or our babies out of my head and sleeping in our bed will not help but a fresh start is what I need. I will get my girl back, as soon as I can.