Run to Me

Chapter 6

Katerina

"He came to see you, didn't he?" Nate asked.

I nodded.

"Did he say where he was going after seeing you?" He asked.

I shook my head.

I haven't told anyone about my pregnancy and miscarriage. No one knows aside from Kris, and now Dave.

"It's been two days and he hasn't returned any of our calls," He added. "I'm guessing it wasn't a good conversation?"

"Nate, I'm sure he's fine. He probably just need some time to think," I said.

He was gutted by my confession and I should have stopped him from leaving. Now he's somewhere out there grieving alone.

Oh god. Please let him be okay.

I hated myself for still caring. Why can't I just completely erase him from my memories and my heart?

"Look, Katie, whatever is happening between the two of you is your business, but I can't help but meddle when you're both being stubborn."

"You guys don't understand!"

"Then explain it to us," Lia said.

"I can't..."

"Can't or won't?"

"Your my sister Katie and I love you and that's why I'm telling you this. Dave has his reasons for whatever it is that he has done, and all I'm saying is whatever happened in the past, you can't let it get in the way of being happy with the one you know you'll always love no matter what."

"I don't want to get hurt again." How can I be sure that the next time something comes up that may put any one of us in danger, that I won't the first thing he'll give up? That he won't leave me? I can't be sure that he won't walk away from me. He's done it before, he can do it again.

If he hurts me again, I won't survive it. It will kill what's left of me.

"Aren't you already hurting even if you're not with him?"

I opened my mouth to deny it or at least say something, but nothing came out.

Dave

I sat in my car for what feels like forever. Once I go in there they're going to ask questions. Questions I'm not prepared to answer.

I spent the past few days driving around. Needing time to clear my head.

To grieve.

I grieved for the child I had and lost.

I grieved for what could have been. For the what ifs.

I spent the past few days imagining what my life could have been like if I never walked out on Katerina that night. If I had just explained everything to her then. We would be together. Maybe our child would be here. Alive.

Pain lanced through me again at the thought of what I lost. We lost.

I closed my eyes.

This is not where I should be.

I shook my head and started the engine.

I pulled off the curve and started driving to where I should be.