Chandler Riggs Imagines | √

Decision pt.2

Listen to Bad Karma by Axel for this chapter.

3rd person.

Though her five senses were screaming for her to say 'Chandler', she bit back the urgency.

Dorian put his hand around Y/N's waist and pushed her back, shielding her behind his back. Chandler shaking his head, laughed mockingly.

"Get out." Dorian's authoritarian voice spoke for her.

Y/N started chewing on her nail, nervous of a fight. There would be a fight, of course. Though, probably she won't be there.

Her free hand started digging into Dorian's back. Just that he didn't seem to notice. Anger was boiling in him and, he wouldn't be able to control it this time.

"I'm not going to ask it nicely again. Go. Now."

To everyone's surprise, Chandler laughed, shook his head, and took a seat. He folded his arms on his chest and waited for Y/N's answer.

Dorian, with wide open eyes, turned around and asked Y/N if she was going to answer. It was stupid that Dorian fell in his trap, a totally set up by Chandler.

Chandler bent over closer, ready to hear the answer. Dorian folded his arms and switched his weight on another foot.

After long minutes had passed, Y/N opened her mouth.

"I'm pregnant."

Both jaws dropped.

Chandler stood up quickly.

"It's mine."

"We-It's not mine, is it, Y/N?" Dorian asked, looking at her deeply.

She shook her head and her cheeks turned bright red.

"Doesn't matter, Dorian." Y/N sighed. "Doesn't matter."

She started walking to the the door but Dorian pulled her to him in one strong pull.

"Yes, it does matter. It does to me." He begged. "Is it mine?" He pointed her belly.

Y/N sent her hand to her stomach in impulse, and felt the urge to leave. But without both of them. It was Chandler's. Of course it was his. Dorian and Y/N never had sexual activity.

She opened the door and started running elsewhere. The screams and crashes of things breaking started. And she ran faster.

"You fucking bastard!"

"Are you jealous that I was inside her and you weren't, and never will."

With that, Y/N stopped short and listened.

A groan.

"It's my child!" Dorian's voice was weak.

"It isn't! I'm the father."

She ran back to the house and both men looked at her blankly. Her fists were closed, her nails digging in her skin. Her face was as pale as the wall beside her. And, she was shaking of anger.

"You're not the father." Y/N said.

"Told you," Chandler muttered.

Her eyes switched to him and started killing him with the gaze, literally. Chandler took a deep breath, and raised his face, the smirk on his face long gone now.

"And neither are you."

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OMG.

Remember I promised a second part of this? After ages, here it is!!

It's not edited guys so, sooo sorry I misspelled any word.

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Fa.