Black Hour Glass | Calliope • MJ | DISCONTINUED!!!!

7. Lets Have A Lil' Chat

Some events are going to be vague in this chapter, but it'll come full circle pretty soon. And there's a lot going on in this chapter so... yeah. *thumbs up*

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THREE WEEKS LATER

I was tired and annoyed with myself. I was still pregnant and getting more pregnant as the days passed, but I could find the strength to tell Michael or at least attempt at telling him. I didn't want to tell him. I knew the consequences of telling him that I was pregnant with his child and that was a road I didn't want to go down. But now that he'd left for Atlanta it gave me a few things to think over and sort out.

When it came to Hassan I had been dodging at work and even more when I went home. I declined phone calls and pretended like I didn't see any of the many text messages he'd sent me to check up on me through the day. Some of them I replied to because I didn't want him to get suspicious, but majority of the time I was ignoring them or claiming I was busy with family matters.

I just didn't have the heart to text him back for a full conversations. I couldn't text him knowing what I knew now. And there was no doubt that I was carrying Michael's baby because regardless of the fact that Michael was a straight shooter Hassan and I had only ever used protection and nothing faulty had ever happened.

But one unprotected time with Michael and some weeks later I'm carrying a child. If my life could get any more fucked up than this then I'd be genuinely surprised.

I sat curled up on my couch, hugging a pillow into my chest as Caleb talked about whatever from my kitchen as he made himself a sandwich. Eventually he came to join me in the living room one sandwich in his hand and the other on a paper towel while a bag of lays was tucked under one arm and a bottle of water underneath the other.

"Catch my drift Opie?" He asked, sitting down and I blinked.

"Huh?"

He sighed, "Opie you been acting weird since the minute you walked in that door. What the hell is up?"

"Nothing... just tired..." I finally looked at him as he took a big bite out of his sandwich. "Where is Michael? Did he make it to Atlanta yet?"

Caleb smirked before looking down at his watch. "It's a thirteen hour drive and that don't include stopping or traffic... he should be there shortly. Why? You worried?"

"No," I answered a little too quickly. "I'm not worried I'm just... it's a relief not having him barging in here like he pays a couple of bills. Gives me time to think."

"Think 'bout what? Whether you wanna be with him or not?"

I rolled my eyes at my older brother. "Caleb we are not about to have this discussion, okay? Michael knows and hopefully he will accept the fact that I don't want to be with him. Being with him can leave me in one of two ways; dead or a criminal."

"How long you gon play this lil' game Calliope? You been runnin' from this ever since dad died, but maybe this is the life you're supposed to live. Your destiny type shit."

"This is not one of those stupid preternatural books you like to read, Caleb. I'm not going to be presented with a journey to go through and in the midst of that journey discover that I'm the savior of the freaking universe and fall in love along the way. Life doesn't work that way. Your life is not the life I'm supposed to live."

He wiped his mouth with an extra napkin and then sat the half-eaten sandwich on top of the untouched one before his eyes looked up, connecting with mine.