What have we done?

Ch. 4. Chase

Connor and I got into a huge fight this morning. He called me a slut. He broke up with me and now I'm in a field, balling my eyes out. Fuck Connor. I don't even know if I love him anymore. I was just about to leave when my phone started to ring.

"Babe..?" It was Connor. "Don't call me babe, you dick." I said sternly. "Chase, don't be like that. I'm sorry. I love you... so much," He paused, "I don't want to lose you and Ana." I could tell he had been crying. "Well, you should've thought about that before you called me such an awful word. Fuck you Connor." I yelled and hung up.

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I'm sitting in the bathroom, crimson running down my arms and legs. I can barely see the room in front of me. I've lost a shit ton of blood. I hear someone scream my name as I pass out.

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I wake up in the hospital, Christian is sitting next to me. "Babe.. Im so glad you're okay. I was so worried." He said grimly and kissed my knuckles. I was bandaged up on both legs and both arms. "Why Chase.? Why would you hurt yourself like that.?" To be honest... I didnt want to tell him. I didnt want him to know. "Connor isn't here is he? " I ask, sadly. He shakes his head, "No. He said he doesnt care anymore." At that I couldn't help but hope this baby wasn't his.