I walked in the kitchen and saw Bailey sitting at the table writing in her journal.
She looked up.
"Oh hey dev, whatcha doin?"
"Not much..." I said with a shaky voice.
"You ok?" She asked?
"Yea... I'm fine."
"Well you don't sound ok."
"Bailey"
"What?" She said with concern
"I have to talk to you about something.."
"What's that?" She started to sound worried
I hesitated.
"What?" She asked.
"I love you, but this is too much?"
"What's too much?"
"This!" I snapped
"I don't understand Devan." She said as tears filled her eyes.
"I think.."
"What?"
"I think we should break up...."
she didn't say anything she just looked at me, kind of shocked, but she started bawling.
"How could you do this to me?!" She said bawling as she stormed off into our bedroom.
I followed her.
"Bailey this is too much for me, you don't understand!"
"I don't understand, I don't understand, huh. Well you're not the pregnant one."
"Well no but my life is ruined!" I could not believe what I just said.
"Well I'm sorry I ruined your life."
"No Bailey listen." I said grabbing her arm. She pulled away.
She pulled down a bag from the closet and shoved it into my chest.
"Get out!" She screamed.
I packed a pair of clothes.
I walked out into the living room.
"Why are you just standing there for? Leave!" She said sobbing.
I walked towards the door. I twisted the knob.
"Bailey I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Leave"
YOU ARE READING
Blue eyes and the key
Teen FictionThis is a part 2 to my story "what happened to the old me." This is a few years into the future and Devan is in college now. This is still his pov.
