Homecoming (Lesbian)

CHAPTER 34

Hey there guys. Now, this is not the last chapter, the last one is coming next week, but this is what I have and I thought I'd kept you waiting long enough. So here we are. Enjoy!

Again, for this part of the story, I was not there, this is what Faye told me later on, and Scott verified.

Faye had been considering all of her options for a long time now. Keeping the baby, having an abortion, giving it up. If she kept the baby, she had to stay with Scott. He was a shitty husband but he could provide for the baby and give it the life an innocent creature deserved. But then, she was guaranteed to be unhappy for the rest of her life and, despite what most people might think, money is not the only thing a baby needs. It needs support, attention, love, and she wasn't completely sure she could give that.

And she wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing that she'd brought a child into the world only to cause them pain. A child should be brought into the world so that it can have every possibility to be happy, because God knows life is gonna fuck you up one way or the other, so having the chances in your favor doesn't do you any harm. What if she left Scott, left me, and kept the baby? She wouldn't have the money to provide, that was for sure. But she wouldn't recent the baby either, because now, it wouldn't be just a simple instrument someone used to manipulate her. It would be her choice, something she hadn't had in more than she could remember.

So many ways in which everything could go wrong. So many ways in which life could screw you over. But she couldn't have possibly imagined what would, actually, end up happening. None of us could.

It started when Mike and Louise invited me to a night out. They said I'd been doing so much for them that they felt they owed me, so they asked me out to a bar. They promised they would pay for everything, we could eat fried calamari and drink jars of beers. I wasn't in the modd for it, lately I wasn't in the mood for anything but declining seemed rude.

Louise didn't know if to invite Faye. I told her there shouldn't be a problem, but because of what had happened at Mike's party, we all agreed that Scott couldn't come. He was just bad for peace.

I called Faye, told her to be at the bar that Saturday. A part of me expected her to refuse, since it was a bar and she was pregnant after all, there was not much she could drink without alcohol. Despite that, she accepted gladly and joked about drinking a virgin Cuba Libre.

Her voice was odd. It sounded thick, as if she needed to make a conscious effort to make a sound. After assuring me she'd be there, the line went silent.

Once she'd hung up the phone, Scott walked into the bedroom. He sat by the edge of the bed, removed his watch and got under the sheets. They stayed in silence. The television humming in the background with the fake laughter of the contest shows. Faye ran her fingertips through the space where the mark was still showing. Scott had grabbed her so hard at Mike's party, that the next day, a purple spot began to form. Now it was yellow and green, and it had stopped hurting too much.

"I said I was sorry," Scott said. Faye didn't reply, which irritated him. "Jesus, stop being a child and talk to me!"

"I just don't understand," Faye whispered finally. "Why would you want to be with me, when you clearly hate me so much."

Scott frowned. "I love you!"

"No, you don't. I know what love is, Scott. I've been loved, and you have no idea how to love someone."

"There you go, Riley again."

"This has nothing to do with Riley. We've been together for two and a half years and you've already given me two bruises."