It's Complicated.. [REWRITING]

Chapter Ten

Sorry for the late update again. ^^

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I'd gone home, again. Aiden told me that I was making the wrong decision, but Tyrone hadn't hit me again. A shaky sigh left my lips as I heard the front door close.

"Sam? Are you home?" I heard Tyrone call out.

I slowly walked out of the bathroom, looking up at him. "Yeah, I'm home." Ia said quietly, pressing my lips together.

He gave me a small smile, walking closer to me. "Are you alright?" He asked, gently stroking my hair away from my eyes. "Sam, have you been crying?" He asked and I looked down, biting the inside of my cheek. "Sam, what's wrong?" He begged and I turned and walked into the living room, lifting the sleeves of my sweater to my cheeks.

"Ty, sit down." I whispered, looking up at his confused face.

He sat down, looking up at me. "What is it? You're worrying me."

"P-Please don't get angry." I begged, standing a good distance away from him. He started to stand up but I shook my head "No, stay sitting down."

"Sam, please tell me what's wrong." He didn't ask, he commanded.

I took in a deep breath, pulling my sleeves over my hands. "I-I'm pregnant, Ty." I mumbled, not sure if he heard me.

"What? Have you taken a test?" I asked, his voice raising as he stood up.

I nodded, but didn't look up at him as he walked into the bathroom, presumably to find the test. I heard a string of curses escape his mouth before he walked back into the living room, his eyes dark with anger.

"Who's is it?" He asked, looking down at me as he slowly walked closer.

"What? Who's else could it be other than yours?"

"I don't know, Aiden's? You're spending way too much time with him, Sam."

"Ty, I know you don't want kids, but-"

"You're right, I don't want kids, Sam, and you're too young! You're only 19, and I know that you don't want a kid either, not yet. You have your whole life ahead of you, just not yet." He said, his voice becoming a little softer as he cupped my face in his hands.

"I can't get rid of it Ty, I'm not killing our baby." I said quietly, looking up at him.

"You can Sam. You can't have a baby, not this young." His voice was becoming louder and angrier as he looked down at me.

I backed away, looking up at him. "I can't Ty, you know I can't." I yelled, looking up at him.

"Don't raise your voice at me, Sam." He warned as I notice his hand fisting up.

"Or what? You'll hit me? I'm carrying your child, Tyrone, whether you like it or not." I told him, my jaw clenching slightly.

I let out a gasp as I felt his fist on my face. I looked up at him, my lips parted and my eyes wide, tears starting to fall. I felt a stinging on my cheek, telling me that the cut from the previous hit had reopened.

"Sam.." He whispered. There was no anger in either his eyes or his voice anymore. He reached forwards to cup my cheek but I flinched and pushed his hand away.

"Don't." I said, walking past him and into the hall way, pulling on my shoes.

"Sam, please don't go.. I'm sorry." He begged, following me down the hall. He let the tears fall from his eyes as he looked down to watch me.

"We need to take a break, Tyrone." I said, only just loud enough for him to hear.

"No we don't, Sam. I promise I won't hurt you again, please."