Dead Baby Kickball

Chapter Four

You can do this... I repeated mentally, standing in front of the apartment door, belonging to none other than Blake Tracey. I took a deep breath and raised my fist to knock three solid times. There was a groan from inside, shufflinf, and finally, the door opened. 

   I expected the short black-haired boy I'd once idolized. Instead, I was greeted by Kyle. "Hey... Uh... You... Sup?" He said, groggily, stretching his arms above his head. "Oh... Did I wake you up?" 

"Nah... Not to sound rude or anything, but how do I know you? You seem oddly familiar..." Well, if that wasn't a hit to my ego...

   "I'm Emily. I interviewed Blake a couple months ago." Yes, dear children, it took my cowardly ass nearly a month to tell Blake about this.  "Oh! yeah! You!" Kyle exclaimed, a large smile broadening his face, "Yeah, Mate, you're that one girl that Blake ended up fucking, right? Come in, dude!" he said, stepping to the side. I was honestly speechless, but stepped inside anyway. He walked to the kitchen to the far side of the room I had entered. "So what brings you to our humble abode?" he asked, reaching into the cupboard to grab a bottle of vodka. 

  "I was hoping to talk to Blake. Is he here, by chance?" I asked, feeling rather awkward and out of place. Kyle chuckled softly and hook his head, screwing the cap off of the bottle. "Nah. He had shit to do. But uh... you can sit down if You'd like. Want some vodka?" I shook my head. "You seemed to love it when you- OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PREGNANT." he said, dropping the bottle out of shock. I winced as it shattered to the ground. 

   "You know, I really should be going, it was noce seeing you again." I said, hurriedly, turning to the door again. "No, Emiliy, wait." I heard him plea, but I kept walking. As soon as I was outside in the open air and sunlight, I took a deep breath. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. Walking along the sidewalk, I started letting my fear take over me, and started crying. Softly, at first, then it progressed to a full out sob. 

   I was tired of the stares I received, so I turned into an alleyway, stood for a moment with my back against the cold deerp red bricks, and covered my face with my hands. "Oh god..." I sobbed into my hands, sinking to the ground. "Emily?" I heard someone softly call from the entrance of the alley. I turned my head quickly and hid my face again as Kyle came into my vision. "Go away." I commanded. 

   He shook his head and sat next to me, pulling me into his chest. "Shhh... It's alright, Emmy."

"Please don't call me that." I managed between sniffles. He stroked my shoulder softly. "I'm sorry. Come, Love. tell me what's the matter." He said, holding my chin softly. I wiped my eyes. "I'm pregnant, what isn't the matter?" He nodded and looked at me. "Hey, Blake's a good guy... kinda. He'll be there. I promise." He hugged me tighter, and I burried my face into the crook of his neck. 

   "Come on, Dove. Let's go back inside. Please?"

Apperantly, I didn't walk as far as I thought, because we were back at his house in a matter of five seconds. Inside, I sat down, and Kyle made me a cup of tea. Why is he being so nice? It's not like I know him or anything... I thought, taking realatively small sips of said tea. "Are you going to be okay? I mean, when you pop or whatever..." he asked, seeming genuinely concerned.  I nodded and slowly put the cup on the table in front of me. "Yeah. I'm fine. Uhm... I'm sorry you had to see the episode today. I usually don't freak out like that." 

He showed he understood and let me stay ubtil Blake got back....