Kenopsia

Prologue: Little Shack

I kick rocks softly, as I wait outside his door. My eyebrows are scrunched in a nervous way, and my hands thread together, back and forth. The door to his house finally opens. We dated for almost two years, and this is the first time I've been to his house. We had always met at friends' houses, or mine, being as my parents were never home.

"Hi Klyde." my voice is small, seeing as this is my first time seeing him in months. Not since we had a huge fight and broke up. Not since that day.

His jaw clenched and his dilated eyes waver from my face. "Ba-" he stops himself from saying the nickname. "Faith."

I'm losing my edge looking at his face. I'm pretty sure he's been using, seems like he hasn't stopped since that day, actually. I'm not sure if he's even worth telling when he's in this state of mind. Then again, I most likely won't find him out of this state of mind either.

I look past where he's blocking the door, only to see three of his friends. They notice I'm here and their glares cut through me, especially because before everything happened they loved me like a sister.

I clear my throat, "Klyde, can I... talk to you in private?"

He purses his beautiful lips, and I can't help but run my eyes over his 6'1 frame. He has tattoos running over his entire torso, all an array of colors. He's clenching his cut jaw, as his hazel eyes run over the length of me.

He gives me this small smirk. "Are we going to be doing private things?" He says. The boys laugh behind from where they are on the couch.

"Can we join in on the private things?" Christopher yells, a cruel light in his eyes.

I feel sick, and not just because I'm four months pregnant. I'm growing tired of their jesting, especially when I'm dealing with the weight of this. "I'm pregnant, Klyde." I choke out quietly.

Even in the drugged up state he's in, he knows the weight of this. He lets out a ragged breath, "Is this a joke?"

I almost growl like an animal. "If I wanted to trap someone, don't you think I'd pick someone other than my 17 year old deadbeat ex-boyfriend?"

"I could give a fuck less if you're pregnant, I'll spank the shit out of you if you talk to me like that one more time."

I huff, rearing back. "You're sick." I hiss. "This is a serious fucking situation."

He pokes his tongue out and says, "Harsh language for a little California socialite, especially one from the Burke family."

"Klyde," I beg. "I need you to take this seriously. Stop thinking about sex, for one minute, and just listen to me. We are having a baby, I'm keeping it. Whether you want in this child's life or not, is up to you. When my family finds out, they will under no circumstances accept me keeping this baby. Your baby."

I don't know how much more I can beg him. He's irresponsible, a thug, and a mess, but I can't do this without him.

"Faith Burke." He breathes. "If there is anything I know, it's that you can do this. I fucked up your life and mine, you don't need me to do that to another one."

My eyes burn with tears. "Fuck you, Klyde Simmons. Fuck you."

He swallows quietly, "We've been there, babygirl." He forces a laugh.

I give him one more chance. One last chance for this broken human being who I hate more than anybody else in this world. "When I get in my car, and I will. I'm gonna drive away and you're never gonna know your baby. You will never have any chance of getting back with me. You are gonna be stuck in this run down shack of a house, with those three boys who all drag each other down. I'll be gone."

All I hear is his shuddering breath, and his gritted teeth. Then, it's there. The resounding thud of his squeaky door shutting.

I turn, and I get in my car. I shove the keys in the ignition, and I drive.