Betrayal (Bruno Mars Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Time seems to completely freeze as what he says sinks into my skull.

Images of ultrasounds and hospitals run through my head, assaulting the very fibers of my being with fear and uncertainty. Pregnant? She can’t be. And if she is, it sure as hell isn’t mine.

“…what?” I whisper in a menacing tone.

“She’s… pregnant,” he answers. “She’s known for five months.”

“Why the fuck didn’t she tell me? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I stutter into the phone. “She can’t be pregnant. No. Especially not five months. She would show by now. And she’s still been taking her pills.”

“Are you sure?”

I pause. I shove the cell phone in between my ear and my shoulder, running into the bathroom and opening the medicine cabinet underneath the sink. I pull out the box containing a random assortment of cough medicine and headache pills, dumping it out onto the bathroom floor, finding a birth control case with only a few pills left in it. I check the date.

“This was prescribed six months ago… but this doesn’t make sense. I just picked some up for her a few fucking days ago.”

Phil is silent on the line.

I look up and stare into the empty cabinet in front of me. Moving forward, I look deeper into the space, discovering a brown paper bag stuffed out of sight into the right corner. I reach for it, and open it to find four or five cases of birth control, fully intact with each pill still in its place.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?”

“She hid them from me. She hasn’t been taking them,” I say with disgust. “She was probably hiding this from me because she’s been fucking ryan and it’s his.”

“No, it’s yours,” said Phil.

“How the fuck do you know?”

“I called her earlier today to see what the fuck her problem was. I could barely understand anything she said since she was crying but—”

“Good!” I interrupt.

“…but from what I did hear she wasn’t sleeping with Ryan at the time.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to believe that, coming from her?”

“You know her, Bruno, she wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“No, I thought I knew her,” I correct him fiercely. “But if it is actually mine why the fuck would she keep it from me? Why the fuck is she screwing around with other guys if she’s fucking pregnant?” I pause, realization flooding my thoughts. “Does Ryan know?” I ask threateningly.

“I don’t know, man. You need to talk to him about that,” he replies.

“Well now I’m going to have to. Fucking fantastic.”

“I’m sorry, bro.” In the background, I can hear one of Phil’s kids calling for him. “I gotta go. I’m sorry. I’ll help you with anything I can. Call me later.” He hangs up the phone.

I stay seated on the ground, running my fingers through my hair, gripping the roots to keep me sane. What the hell am I gonna do now?

I’m not ready for this. I’m not ready to have a kid, and I’m sure as hell not ready to be a father. Especially not one to a child birthed by a woman I never want to see again.

But I have to.

For a while I contemplate whether to call Jessica or not, but decide against it. It wouldn’t be a good idea, especially with Janelle arriving in 40 minutes.

Shit! Janelle. I almost forgot she was coming. This day just gets better and better.

I pick up the scattered medicine and shove it back into the cabinet, throwing the paper bag with the unused birth control in with it.

Just then, the doorbell rings. Shit shit shit. She can’t be here already?

I make my way into the living room and to the front door, looking through to see who it is. I answer the door with pure hatred lacing my voice. “What?”

“Bruno…how are you?”

I stand in surprise at her attempt at “casual conversation”. “Spectacular. What do you want, Jessica?” I say with disgust.

“I… I have something to tell you.”

“What? You mean that you’re pregnant?” She gasps, obviously shocked that I know. “And that you have been for five fucking months? That you’ve been hiding your birth control pills to hide this from me?”

There is a long pause before she speaks again. “How did you know?” she whispers on the verge of tears.

“Does it matter?” I ask. “No. What really matters is the fact that you were sleeping around while holding my fucking kid in your womb. What matters is the fact that you hid this from me for months.”

“I was going to tell you, I just didn’t know how!”

“When?! When were you going to tell me?” My voice starts to rise as I talk. Tears roll down her face. “When you started having contractions and went into labor? Jesus Christ, Jessica! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared of what you were going to say—”

“Bullshit. You were scared it was Ryan’s.”

“No! I promise it can’t be his! It can only be yours, Bruno.”

“Whatever. We’ll talk about this later. I have a friend coming over soon; you need to leave before I get more pissed at you by your fucking presence.”

“But we—”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

She turns angrily to walk away. As she does, I see an all-too-familiar car in my driveway. Bastard.

“Why the fuck is he here?!” I shout at her. She turns around.

“I’ve been staying with him. I have nowhere else to go, Bruno,” she says, as if she expected me to know already.

“So stay with your fucking parents!”

“They don’t live anywhere near here! You know that! And I can’t just show up and move in, they’ll ask questions!”

“Embarrassed, are we?”

Her eyes become wide, and she’s obviously stunned at my audacity.

She starts to make her way towards me, lifting her hand as if to slap me. I catch it in mid-air before it comes within inches of my face, and I pull her against me, still holding her hand in an iron-like grasp. I speak into her face with a voice even I have never heard come from myself.

“Are you still fucking with him?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business…” she stutters.

I stare at her, astounded. After a moment, I speak again. “You’re unbelievable,” I whisper, letting go of her hand and slamming the door in her face.

I stand with my back to the door with my eyes closed for I don’t know how long, contemplating what to do now. “God…she’s so fucked up,” I say to myself furiously.

I look at the clock. Janelle should be here any minute. I turn around again and glimpse something moving through a window next to the door. I move closer and look out of it, spotting Janelle outside along the pathway to my porch. She’s waving her goodbyes to Jessica, who climbs into the passenger seat of Ryan’s car and is immediately speeding away.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I recognize the number almost instantly.

7:54PM

NEW MESSAGE

FROM: 928-520-6382

Found a new bitch to fuck with already, huh?