Bruises ↛a.c.m

twenty three.

Word Count: 1681

| A U S T I N |

"I'm sorry, Austin. I really am but I have so much cut out for myself and a baby isn't one of them right now. I know you want this, I do too but we're not ready. I'm not ready." She says and I feel the anger bubbling inside me and my firsts clench.

I wanted to explode.

How dare she change her mind when she had just surprised me with a room full of baby stuff? How dare she rip this away from me? How dare she?

I felt the way my skin grew hot and I heard her gasp, almost yelp. I heard the way my skin slapped against hers, the stinging sensation sending waves of electricity down my spine.

"Austin." She mumbled.

The ringing in my ears didn't seem to fade. Before I knew it, I grabbed a lock of her hair, pulling her up and I dragged her down the hall.

"Austin, let go." She whimpered and that only brought more anger. Her body slammed against the bedroom door and she fell to the ground.

"Austin please." She pleaded. I couldn't move. I couldn't comprehend why anger had overcame my body. It was her decision, she had the right to decided but it made me anger. It made my skin crawl.

"You don't get to decide, Aquila. You don't get to decide if you get to rip this away from me." I knelt down beside her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and she flinched.

"You don't get to decide." I whisper.

I shoved her over with my foot, opening the door, the room spilling with yellow and gray. Blue and white. I let my fingers caress the sheets that laid uneven inside the small crib. My hands gripped the railing and I pulled it out of place, the wood knocking across the room, shattering the mirror above the white vanity.

"Austin, please. Let's talk about this. Don't let out on all of this. Please." I heard her say from the hall way. She was now leaning against the opposite wall, fear clear as day in her eyes.

I ignored her. Walking over the shards of glass, hearing them crunch underneath my feet, I picked up a piece and I went to town.

| A Q U I L A |

I watched him as he ripped apart every piece of that room, the curtains, the stuffed animals, the cushions, the lamp with the tiny safari animals, the blankets and sheets; all in shreds and pieces.

My heart tugged and I couldn't do anything but watch him.

"If I can't have this then you can't have anything." He said, making me jump and I could hear the anger and rage that made his voice sound flat. Almost distorted.

I gripped my belly and I wanted to cry. I wanted to run. I wanted to protect whatever tiny human was growing inside of me.

This is why, I thought. I couldn't possibly let a child be born into something like this. How could I?

"Austin, please." I whispered. "Let's just talk. We can talk this out like adults."

"Talk this out? You already made a decision, Aquila. You made the decision for yourself." He looked at me with dark eyes. Those beautiful hazel-green eyes nowhere in sight and it made my stomach turn.

"Austin, it was just a suggestion. It was just a thought. Nothing was definite."

"Shut up. Just shut up." He yelled and I rose my hands in defense, letting my body slide down the wall and I pulled my legs, as far as I could manage, to my chest for comfort.