Bullied By O2L

20

Tatum's p.o.v

Still sitting in starbucks I decided to call ricky.

It rang for awhile until he picked up.

"Hello? I dont have much time to talk," His voice leaked annoyance. I had to tell him though, I had to remind him.

"Ricky, do you remember the day after my first ellen interview? We slept together that night and the next day you called me, do you remember what you told me?" I asked with tears streaming down my face, dramatic I know.

"Yes tatum, I do," His voice got quieter, very quiet.

"So why are things so different? Why am I not yours anymore?" My voice quivered people now starting to notice me, resulting in me hopping in my car.

"Ricky, when I took the pregnancy test, you told me you'd never leave me, no matter what, does that mean anything to you now?" I slammed my head on the steering wheel. "Cause, if not I need to know, I need you to tell me before the baby comes," I sighed wishing he'd answer.

"I know tate, I know." His voice is muffled, "I said I was ready and in all honestly? I'm not, i'm scared to death and please dont cry, but I just dont think I love you anymore."

I dont think I love you anymore

Repeated in my head over, and over again.

What do I say? What can I say to that? Im so hurt and in the end this hurt the most, because I fought for someone who would not fight for me.

"I understand," I breathed out. "I will not keep you from your daughters life, but you do have the option of leaving, so ricky tell me now, will you be there saturday?" My hopes were up so high I was on the moon.

"I don't think so," I could hear someone in the background telling him to get off the phone. It wasn't my business anymore though. "Kian and them will probably be there, you'll be fine."

"I don't even have my own mother with me, now you wont be there?" I scoffed. "Get a life Ricky."

Slamming my phone onto the seat besides me, I put the car in drive and head to my house. I still live with myles, connor and him are a ship I will forever have.

I need to focus on the baby now, i need everything to be perfect for when she comes, and god hope she doesn't look like ricky. I need the nursery to be perfect and her whole life perfect.

She'll fix me, I bet she will. You can run back to what broke you and expect to be all new again. But I honestly think i'll never be whole again .

My mind must have been distracting me, my eyes must have been lost, because the next thing I know, I'm upside down and a bunch of people are screaming at me, asking if im alright, my car has flipped, my mind has gone away.

A drunk driver right into my car.