Close As Lovers

Twenty.

Song: Words- Skylar Grey

I couldn't face Wes after the results of the test.

Not only was the air in the house a lot more tense because of how I avoided him, but the shock never quite left me after I saw the plus signs on all three tests. Every time he looked at me, I would look away, terrified that he would be able to see right through me and find out the biggest thing I had ever hid from him. I feared he would be angry that I kept it secret, hate me for letting it happen, and then leave for good.

Besides, how did you approach your best friend turned enemy turned love of your life and tell them you were carrying their child in your womb? That half their chromosomes had mashed with half of yours and a mini combination of you both would be birthed in nine months?

Let me tell you, it was definitely not a conversation starter.

For once in my life, I was eager to go see my counselor. I knew once I talked to her, some of the tension and stress I was feeling from the new addition would be relieved-- especially since Wes was growing suspicious. He started to catch on that I was purposely avoiding him, and whenever he saw me in the kitchen, living room, or walking past his bedroom, he tried to start a conversation. I always told him I had school work to do or that I was tired, but he knew me better than anyone, which meant he also knew when I was lying.

I was grateful that for once, he let it go and let me be.

"It's been a while since I saw you here, Molly," Dr. Jennings said, plopping down in the chair across from me. I nodded as I played with the frills on the pillow that sat in my chair. "What happened? You were doing better when we talked last."

I sighed, hugging the pillow tightly against me. "I was. Wes was my boyfriend and I finally told him I love him. But then, my biological father came back, and everything went downhill. Wes broke up with me, and now he's back with Katie."

"Katie caused you a lot of emotional and physical stress." Her eyebrows knitted in concern. "How did it feel seeing her back in his life?"

"Like someone had ripped my heart out and stomped on it. It was like I was back in high school, trapped inside that weaker version of myself."

"That's a natural response to a trigger of a past trauma. She had such a significant impact on you, it must've been hard to see her again, especially with Wes."

I bitterly laughed. "Yeah. Nothing like the boy you've loved for years falling out of love with you and getting together with the devil."

She frowned as she readjusted herself in the chair. "You said your father returned too. How was it seeing him again?"

"I don't know, honestly." I glanced out the window, watching as the rain slowly slipped down the window. "I think a part of me wanted to believe he changed. That he wasn't the scary, abusive, alcoholic dad I remembered. He's not an alcoholic anymore, but he hasn't changed much."

"Has he tried talking to you or fixing things?"

"Of course he has." I snorted, meeting her eyes again. "But he and I have very different definitions of 'fixing'. I can't believe a word he says. All I am to him is a mistake, and as far as I'm concerned, he's not my dad. David has treated me like a daughter more than my real father ever had."

She sighed as she clasped her hands together, leaning forward slightly. "I know that the memories you have of him are nothing but bad. But sometimes, when people want to fight for something they love, and that someone or something doesn't respond in the way they want to, they lash out in anger and try to hurt them because of the hurt they're feeling deep inside."