The only sound Lindsey could hear was his feet hitting the pavement as he ran.
And ran.
And ran.
He thought, maybe, if he could run fast enough, far enough, he would disappear.
I'm pregnant.
I'm pregnant.
And it's yours.
It's yours.
The words just echoed in his head. There was nothing loud enough to drown them out. God, he wished he could drown them out.
If he couldn't hear them, they couldn't be true.
He did not want this.
Not this way.
Not like this.
I'm keeping it.
It's mine and I'm keeping it.
So she was keeping it. It was the last thing he expected and Jesus Christ, that sounded awful. He just didn't think she would want it. He didn't think she would want everything that came along with it.
He didn't even think she would tell him. He thought she would be rid of it like it never existed and they would continue on the way they were.
Or, more like, the way they used to be.
No fucking wonder she looked so healthy the last time he'd seen her.
She was carrying around his...their....
Of course it's fucking yours! Do you think I'd lie about that?
Her words cut like a knife. It wasn't what she said, it was the way she said it.
That was a cliche if he ever heard one.
It was just that this time he could feel the hate radiating off of her because she couldn't believe that he would doubt her; not about this, anyway.
And honestly, he shouldn't have.
He knew....he knew she wasn't a saint, but he knew she wasn't an idiot, either.
Except neither of them were very smart when it came to each other.
This is your fault!
You did this!
I never wanted this!
His own words haunted him. He should have never said those things to her. It wasn't her fault; not really. He was always the one who was so desperate to be with her; to feel her. He always wanted to feel all of her.
They had no barriers any place else. Why would it be different in the bedroom?
Could he take care of her? Of them? Would she even let him?
He knew it could never, ever be like the first time.
There were too many consequences; too many obstacles.
He really fucked up his life.
He really, really fucked up his life.
He fucked up a lot of things; made a lot of mistakes.
Maybe it would be best if he just stayed out of her way this time.
