Hey guys! So in thanks of 5.15k reads in this book I thought I would give you a chapter of what happened in the four years in both Kris and Elaina's POV, enjoy and this will be really long!
Elaina
I have drove for a very long time, my eyes felt heavy but I had to drive, get away from everyone. I felt so guilty. Kris and I have been saying I love you for the past seven months and I hook up with a guy who's name I don't even know. I feel so horrible.
I drive through Phoenix, stopping at a hotel and getting my small suitcase of clothes and food and going to the checkin desk. "I need somewhere to stay for a while."
The lady gives me a look as if she knows I have run away and nods. "Room 117 is open, you may stay there." She hands me a card and I nod her a thank you.
I go up the elevator and go to my floor and find the room. It's nice and has two beds.
I unpack my stuff and lay in bed, shutting my eyes and falling asleep.Kris
I pace around, the call didn't work, I've tried everyone's advice and nothing worked. I loved her, I still do and she's gone. A piece of me left. Oliver's golden head hits my leg and he whines. "Elaina left, I'm sorry." I remember her telling me she rescued him when he was a puppy and was starving.
He continues to whine. "I want her to come back too, it hurts doesn't it?"
We cry together, Wrigley meows and tries to help me but my heart is gone. I lay under my covers, they cover my whole body and I fall into a deep sleep, awaiting for tomorrow without seeing her perfect blue eyes and brunette hair.Elaina
I keep throwing up. That's the only way I can put it. My head hurts occasionally and my feet always hurt now. I never feel like this and it feels weird. It been two weeks since I left behind Kris and Eli and everyone else and I regret it so much, but its for the best.
I still feel it, am I pregnant? I start freaking out. I can't be. Please don't tell me I am i can't be I'm too young, I'm not even married. "No!"
I slide on my shoes and get in my car, driving to the local drugstore and buying a pregnancy test. I pay for it awkwardly, the cashier was a guy.
I get back in my car and drive to the hotel, going to my room and doing the pregnancy test. Positive.Kris
It has officially been a month since Elaina walked out of my life. I'm still so upset, games are hard to deal with and so is practice, but the season is now over. Everyone has been blocked out of my life, including Anthony. Bryce heard what happened and I grew up with him, I ignore him too.
I hear a knock on my door and slowly get out of bed to answer it, it's Anthony. "Hey, we're all going to go somewhere and hang out. It'd be awesome if you joined."
I shrug. "I'm okay, pretty tired."
I see his eyes sadden. "Oh," he mumbles. "Okay." He walks away, his head down and my whet seems to break even more.
I close the door and sigh, I need her back.Elaina
Ive been pregnant for five months, I made a great friend named Carson. She has a very funny personality and is super fun to be around.
"Elaina!" Carson calls, brushing her black hair into a ponytail. "Hurry up!"
"Coming!" I roll my eyes and follow her out the door for her what she calls "day out". "You're so demanding."
"Says the pregnant girl with hormones twenty-four seven," she replies and i roll my eyes.
My stomach has started growing more and more and it's noticeable now. Very noticeable.
We get in her car and she sings at the top of her lungs while driving and I laugh at her. She's not paying attention very well but she's a great driver. I knew I was having a girl and I'm naming her Grace, I've always loved that name so much.
Traffics heavy and maybe she should kind of calm down, she's head banging and not paying attention one bit. "Carson."
"Yeah?" She turns her head and my eyes turn wide. "Carson look out!" The semi truck in front of us hits us.
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Fanfiction"You're an asshole," I say, looking at him right in his blue eyes. "You should stop talking about yourself," he replies, a smirk plastered across his face. ~ Elaina Montclair grew up her whole life, now at the age of twenty-five, as a Chicago Whit...