Keen looked at me, I could tell he was fighting tears back.
Keen & I have been seeing one another for a few years, now, even though I'm in a relationship with his best friend. It feels so right with Keen, yet so wrong. Keen IS the father of the growing fetus in my stomach, but I can't gather the nerve to tell my boyfriend.
I storm out of Keen's house, to be with my boyfriend. I think of ways I could approach the idea of telling him he isn't the father, but they all seem unrealistic. Finally, I get to his house. He greets me with a hug & kiss, the normal routine.
As we're watching a movie, he gets a phone call, he ignores it. He gets another one, it's Keen's brother. Keen has been in an accident, and didn't make it.
My boyfriend drops to his knees, and begins sobbing.. I stand there, lifeless..
