"So, Abby texted me last night. She's my manager. Anyway, she said she's having a rough time so she's going to take a break." He says eating another spoonful. "I asked her what happened-" He gulps down the ice cream. "And she said to ask you." He says motioning the spoon towards me.
"Me?" I say trying to sound confused. He nods and looks at me. "What happened while I was gone?" He asks his tone curious and concerned. I have to tell him.
I tell him about everything. From the moment he left to Los Angeles to the moment Carter called me. His mouth is slightly open, like he doesn't believe any of the words that leave my mouth. "It's true." Evan says. "He's been a mess. Trust me." He says biting on his spoon.
"So, you dated my manager. Got her pregnant. Then found out you're not the father?" He says raising an eyebrow. "I'm not the father. I never was." I say. "But the rest is true." I say taking the spoon away from him.
"Only three months and you fuck my manager. Alright." He says sarcastically. Evan bursts out laughing and I glare at him. "It's not funny." I say as tears roll down his face.
"Okay, okay." He says a huge smile on his face. "What now?" Ethan says sighing. I shrug and we all sit there, not knowing what to say.
"Wait," Ethan says breaking the silence. "Where is she? Is she still at our house?"
***
"I don't want to go in there." I say as Ethan grabs me by my wrist. "I don't care." He says as he pulls me towards the front door.
Evan opens the front door revealing the living room. I groan as Ethan pulls me into the house.
"Abby!" Ethan yells as he lets go of my wrist. There's no response. "She's not here." Evan states as he walks up the spiral stairs. Ethan follows Evan leaving me in the living room, last night flooding back into my mind.
"You coming?" I hear Ethan ask, I look up at him and nod. "Yeah..."
"Looks like she cleaned the place." Evan states as I enter the room. "What makes you say that?" I ask knowing she did clean before she left.
"Because you live here." He responds smirking.
I scoff, "whatever." I murmur.
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Hazel
Romansa'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
