Sometimes Things End Right

Sometimes You Have To Be Honest

Percy

The next few days were hell.

I spent most of my time in the extra room next to Mal's wondering what the heck was I doing.

Why are you still here?

Part of me was angry. Angry enough to get up and leave, never looking back. That part of me was furious for sticking around for so long; long enough for Mal to get pregnant and include me in this huge fiasco.

The other part of me was sad.

It was the same part of me that was holding me back from leaving; I was worried about her, and for all she knew, I had no idea that she was pregnant or why she had tried to commit suicide.

I hadn't had a chance to really visit with her. I mean, sure, I had gone in to see her, but every time she had either been asleep or a nurse was present.

I wasn't trying to air all of our dirty laundry out to the public.

Mal hadn't lost the baby. I would say that was good news, but the word "good" implied that everybody was happy. The news was more neutral, if you asked my opinion.

I could tell that she knew that I knew she was pregnant, because the few times I caught her awake, she just stared back at me with wide eyes. Her hands were constantly wrapped around her abdomen, as if protecting her tummy.

That ticked me off, honestly. Why would she need to protect her unborn baby from me? Shit, why would she need to protect it at all? She was the one that tried to hurt it in the first place.

And besides, I never gave her a reason to believe I would hurt her or a baby.

Speaking of the baby, Luke was ever-present.

He had been fired the day I found Mal. Not long after I found the pregnancy test and told both Travis and Luke the whole situation, Luke flipped. Of course, the ambulance had already been called, and there were blinking lights in the driveway, but Luke took it upon himself to do any kind of first aid he knew. He was absolutely going insane, and Travis was much more calm. Travis immediately placed a call to both Mal's father and Sav, and before I knew it we were following the ambulance in the Chase family's SUV.

It didn't take long for Mr. Chase to start questioning me. I filled him on everything, and when I confessed Mal's pregnancy test, the real questions began.

How could you let this happen?

How could she get pregnant?

Were you two not careful?

Why did she cut herself?

He was even more pissed off when I told him the baby wasn't mine.

We haven't slept together in months. It's been about four months since we...

So whose was it?

If you've never had an uncomfortable conversation with your girlfriend's father about who she's been sleeping with lately, I would 100% advise you to never do it. Not only does his precious daughter come out to sound like a skank, but it's also incredibly embarrassing to have to admit that you were somehow not good enough for her to stick around. And when he asks the question about who the other guy is, you have to sit there like an idiot with his thumb up his butt and admit to not knowing that answer, either.

I think Mr. Chase finally started pitying me when I told him that Mal and I had been going through tough shit for so long that I couldn't remember the last time we were completely exclusive.