twenty one :.: joshler

VIII

I have a quick question, would any of you rather I put the number of the chapter in parenthesis next to the roman numeral? I don't want to confuse anyone. Comment if you think I should start doing it. Anyways, enjoy! ;)

- SMUT WARNING -

D: I'm outside

J: omw

I drag myself to my front door, my mind filled with confused thoughts and assumptions of what could possibly be so important. I open the door, and let her in. Her hair is no longer platinum blonde, but it's a brownish, red color that suits her well. It's tied into a messy bun, and her sweatpants, hoodie, and bloodshot eyes add to the reasonable thought that she's not okay, leaving me to wonder why.

"Hey." I say, closing the door and leading her to the dining room. We sit down, and the awkwardness is tangible.

"S-So, I know this must be really weird, but I just don't have anyone else to ask for help." She begins, sighing heavily. I get myself situated, prepared to listen to a story.

"What's wrong?" I ask, trying my best to sound considerate. I mean, the least I really can do is forgive her. It doesn't mean I'll trust her again, just that I'm a reasonable person. A rational human being.

"After I hooked up with that guy, y-you know.. Anyways, we stayed in contact for a while, and we ended up seeing each other again. I just recently found out that I'm pregnant. A-And so, I told him, and he's forcing me to get an abortion. He doesn't want to have to take care of it, pay child support, he told me if I don't abort it, he'll do it himself. Josh, I don't know what to do. I-I can't even think straight." She looks down at her hands while she talks, her fingers trembling as she tries her hardest not to cry.

"I don't see how I'd be able to help, I want to, but I just don't know how." I reply, losing all hope for a place for myself in this equation.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know who else to come to." She places her head in her hands, and I know that's what she does when she cries. She hates crying around people.

"It's okay, I'll help as much as I can. Just uh, how?" I scratch the back of my neck, sighing.

"I miss you, Josh." She says, lifting her head up to look at me with her tear stained cheeks and hopeless eyes. I shake my head.

"Debby, I agreed to help you. I didn't agree to this."

She nods, her bottom lip quivering slightly, "I know. I just, I-I really miss you... Take me back, Josh."

"What? No, I can't! No, I'm sorry." I shake my head, feeling immensely uncomfortable. My eyebrows pull together in a habitual manner as I avoid eye contact with her.