devil may cry | the weeknd

six

Kaia

"I'm pregnant," I tell Abel, heart thumping against my chest.

He just stares at me for a long time. His eyes flash with confusion and then anger. "What do you mean your pregnant?" he asks, his voice growing louder with every word. "You can't be pregnant. I've pulled out every fucking time."

I cower in my seat. "I don't know, Abel!" I protest. "I just found out yesterday and -"

"Who did you cheat on me with?" Abel asks. My mouth falls open, hearing those words leave his mouth. He slams his fist onto the table. "I said, who did you cheat on me with!"

I shift away from him, scared that he'll hit me. He never has hit me and I don't think he'd ever lay a finger on me, but this is Abel we're talking about - he's unpredictable.

When I don't answer, Abel gets up and pushes the glass table to the floor, causing it to shatter into pieces. He turns to face me, scowling. "I'm going to ask you one last fucking time, Kaia!" he spits. "Who did you cheat on me with?"

"No one, I swear!" I protest. I get up and cradle his face but he shoves me away. The tears start streaming down face. "I swear on my life I haven't cheated on you! How could you think I'd do that to you? I love you." I wipe the tears off my cheek and look at him.

Abel squeezes his eyes shut and rakes a hand through his hair. "You're right," he sighs. He starts to walk towards me and folds me into a hug. "I know you'd never do that to me. I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions."

I lean my forehead against his chest. "It's okay," I whisper, my voice coming out muffled. I pull away and look at him. "The test told me how far along I am."

Abel stares at me with an unreadable expression on his face. "And?" he presses.

I sigh and look away. "I'm four weeks pregnant," I tell him through a mumble.

"A month?" Abel asks, his grip around my body loosening. "Shit." His hands drop to the side and he walks back to the couch, the pieces of glass breaking as he walks on them.

"What are we going to do?" I ask, even though I know exactly what I want to do.

Abel props his head in his hands. After a couple of minutes, he looks up at me. "Abort it," he tells me and I feel my heart drop to the ground. "Abort it and then go on the pill, so this doesn't happen again."

I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling cold. "I don't want to," I whisper and his eyes flash with anger.

"You want to keep it?" he spits.

"It is our child!" I hiss, not caring if he's going to get angry with me raising my voice. What he's telling me to do is sick. I could never kill a living thing - especially one that's inside me. My child.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Abel snaps now, getting up and coming into my face.

I push him away from me, hard and he stumbles back a bit. He glares at me, but stays in his place. "If this is anyone's fault,  it's yours!" I scream, tears running down my face. "You're the one that couldn't keep your shit in your pants and you're the one who kept fucking me! It's your fault that I'm pregnant! Maybe I should've left you all those months ago, then this wouldn't be happening."

My head whips to the side when I feel Abel's hand connect with my face. I rub my cheek and slowly turn to face him, eyes wide. He just hit me.

Abel's eyes are wider then my own and he stares at me in disbelief of what he's just done. "Kaia," he starts to say. "Kaia, I'm so sorry! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He rushes towards me and starts cradling my face.

My vision goes blurry and I start to sob. I slump to the ground and Abel crouches down beside me, gripping on to me.

"I'm so sorry!" he repeats over and over again. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Please forgive me! Fuck! Please forgive me! What the fuck is wrong with me? What's wrong with me?"

I feel his hot tears fall on my face and I twist my head to look up at him. Silent tears are running down his face and he shakes his head, continuing to whisper to himself.

My heart breaks at the sight of him. I touch his hand but he pulls away. "It's okay," I sniff. "It was an accident. You didn't mean it."

"No, it's not!" Abel snaps, his voice breaking. "It's not okay! I hit you! I told myself I'd never lay a finger on you and . . ." A strangled cry escapes his mouth and I try to touch him again but he pulls away.

We both stay silent for a long time.

"I'm not having an abortion," I tell him in a hoarse voice. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did that."

Abel looks at me with angry eyes. "So you're choosing the baby over me?" he asks.

I bite my lip, feeling my heart ache. "You really don't want this baby?" I ask. He shakes his head in answer. "Then, yes, I'm choosing this baby over you." I start to get off the floor and walk towards the door.

"You lied to me," Abel says quietly, causing me to turn around and look at him. "You told me you'd never leave me. You're just like the others!" His loud, angry voice makes a cold shiver run down my body.

I shake my head. "I'm not!" I argue. "I love you. I want this to work but we both want two different things, Abel. This won't work at all." He just clenches his jaw and shakes his head, looking at me with so much hate. "We both knew it'd end this way."

Abel's eyes burn into mine. "Yeah," he says coldly. "I always knew you'd walk out on me."

Without saying a word, I leave the room and go upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me.

I sink to the floor, my back sliding down the floor and start sobbing into my knees.