It's Complicated.. [REWRITING]

Chapter Eleven

Sorry for the late update, again. I think I'll get one or two more updates up before I start school next Thursday, and hopefully the first chapter of Dead Or Alive.

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I sighed, walking into school the next day. Luckily, I didn't have English until fourth period. However, I still had to walk past Tyrone's classroom as I was getting to my first class.

"Sam." He called out, propping the door of his classroom open with his foot. "Can I speak to you a second?"

I sighed, stopping but not turning around, looking up at the teacher I didn't know by name as she spoke. "Sam, Mr. Croft is speaking to you." She said with raised eyebrows.

I sighed and turned around, keeping my head bowed. "I'll wait outside." Aiden whispered, giving me a small smile as I turned back to him and nod.

I walked into the classroom, Tyrone shutting the door behind me. "Sam." He whispered before I cut him off.

"I don't really want to hear what you have to say." I said, keeping my back to him, pulling on my sleeves.

"I know, and I don't blame you." He paused, sitting at the edge of his desk, looking over at me. "Sam, are you scared of me?" He asked quietly.

I looked up at him and nodded slightly, blinking away the tears that formed in my eyes. He sighed, holding the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes.

"I don't know when I'm coming back, or if I even will. Just don't expect me to anytime soon." I said quietly, looking over at him.

"I understand. H-how are you feeling this morning?" He asked, looking down at my stomach.

"Oh, um. Alright I guess." I said quietly, pressing my lips together. "I haven't been sick yet, if that's what you wanted to know." I whispered, looking back down at the floor.

We both stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up. "Sam, please come home. I know you don't want to, but I want to help you through this pregnancy. I know I didn't really want a kid, but the more I thought about it last night, the more the idea got me thinking that I do want a child with you. Just give me another chance, Sam."

"No, I can't." I said simply, not looking up at him.

"Why not, Sam?" He asked and I couldn't tell if there was anger in his voice or sadness. I stayed silent, "At least tell me where you're staying?"

"Why would I tell you that if I'm scared of you?" I questioned, turning towards the door.

"Don't you dare walk out of this room, Sam." He snarled, walking up behind me.

"Don't tell me what to do." I said, my voice shaky as I turned around, flinching back as I realised how close he was.

With every step I took back, he took forwards, closing the gap between us until my back hit the wall of the classroom. I blinked, looking up at him.

"Why, are you scared?" He mocked, smirking slightly as he tucked his fingers under my chin so I couldn't look away from him.

I stayed silent, flinching as he brushed his thumb over the cut on my cheekbone. I lifted my hand to try and push his away, but his other arm pushed mine away, pressing his thumb down a little harder into the cut.

"Ty, please stop." I squeaked, tears slowly starting to roll down my cheeks.

"Oh, so you're allowed to tell me what to do, but I'm not allowed to tell you?" He whispered, bringing himself closer to me. I tried to push him away, looking down as his hand lost grip on my face. "Do you love me Sam?" He asked, causing me to look up at him.