Ansel's POV
I sat in the waiting chair at the hospital as pain and worry ran through my body. Pain from my leg and back, and the worry for Katy. I felt my eyes burning as tears came out of them. I screwed up, big time. This is my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at her. This isn't me, I never fight with her. Ever.
I pulled out my wallet and looked at a picture of her when she was nine. She gave it to me a few months ago, I laughed a little and called her adorable when I fist laid eyes on this picture.
Then a doctor came out and I stood up, I let a groan escape my lips because of the pain. "Are you Katy Reed's relative or?" He asked. "Her boyfriend." I replied and I he looked down at his papers. "Kaitlin should be fine. The alcohol in her system just hit her hard because of the pregnant an all." He started, "She should be out tomorrow morning." I nodded. "Room 109." He said and I started down the hallway. I got to her room and went in as quickly as I could. I sat down on the chair by her bed and looked at her as she lay there sleeping. I grabbed her hand and held it tightly in mine. "I love you so much Katy. I'm sorry I fought with you. But you don't need to worry about me, it's my job to worry about you." I said, she could hear me, I knew she could.
Then I drifted off.. and everything was dark.
- the next morning -
I woke up laying on the couch in the room. "This is the part were you dump me and tell me how I am such an awful person, and that I should go to hell." I heard Katy say. I looked up at her, she was ok and awake. I sat on the chair next to her again. "Hey, I'm not leaving you." I whispered to her and I held her hand again. This time she squeezed it back. I smiled at her as I pushed a small blonde piece of hair out of her face.
"Don't ever scare me like that again." I said. "Says the one who was nearly killed by his psycho ex-girlfriend." She said as she looked down at her hand. "Damn, you never give up do you." I said and let a chuckle out.
"Give up at what?" She asked looking up at me curiously.
"Irritating the shit out of me." I joked and we both laughed. The doctor came in and told us that Katy could leave in a couple of hours.
'Blood is red,
Bruises are blue,
Life is too short,
So let me love you.'
That's the first poem I wrote in 8th grade. It sounds stupid, but it was when I had my first girlfriend. She died in a car accident... My dad was abusive then. Now he's gone. Not dead, but he lives in Virginia. We were in Miami. My mom had been cheating on my dad then too. Now she's alone and sleeps with a lot of guys. Other then the bags under her eyes, black thin straight hair, a wrinkly face and frail wrists. My mom somehow seems to get any guy she wants. Maybe it's because of the money..
Life was rough. I felt empty without Katy. She stopped the pain from getting me and killing me, slowly and painfully.
Katy was the key to my locked door. She let me in and I did the same for her. I need her and this, this was to much. She was drunk while driving. I can't believe she would do this though. She just told me that she was pregnant, so she gets drunk?
We left the hospital and I didn't say a word to her the whole entire ride home. Then we pulled into the parking lot. I pulled my keys out and just sat there. "Why?" I asked not looking at her. She scared the hell out of me when she passed out and I was pissed off at her but also worried and afraid of what might happen. She was silent. I looked over at her, she had tears in her eyes. She looked down at her skinny fingers, ashamed. "I don't know." She mumbled. I wanted to flip out, I wanted to go crazy.. But I knew that would be a dick move.
"I was mad." She said, and I wanted to say what I needed to get out of my system but it didn't come out. I climbed out of the car and slammed the door. I didn't say another word to her, because if I did say it, now I knew the consequences. Alcohol. The word made me sick to my stomach. I went into our bedroom and grabbed a pillow and blanket. "What are you doing?" I heard her voice say, it was scratchy. I held it back.
I didn't ask, 'Are you ok?' Or 'I love you.' I was to angry and disappointed. I tossed the blanket and pillow onto the couch in the living room. Then I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie. "Ansel." She said walking towards me. I ignored it. I couldn't do this. I didn't want to fight with her again.
So I stayed quiet.
"Ansel.. I'm sorry." She said. I still didn't say anything. I knew that if I said anything she would bring up Mary and how I nearly died.
"Ansel-" She started. "No. Don't say anything. I can't believe you would do that? If that's how you react when you get mad, hell I won't know what to do." I said. "Ansel, I swear it won't happen again." She said. I shook my head and walked away from her. I walked right out the door. I can't do this, I can't put up with the fact that she did that. I dialed Mason's number.
"Hey man, what's up?" He asked.
"Mind if I come over?" I asked.
"Yea." He said. "No problem." We both said bye and I hung up. I knew I wasn't supposed to be going places, but I needed some air. I needed a break.
I got to Mason's and he opened the door with a wide smile on his face. At least one of us is happy.
Katy's POV
I can't believe what is happening. I screwed up, big time. I smiled weakly looking at our wall of pictures. I loved Ansel more than I've ever loved anyone or anything in my whole entire life. I was pregnant now, and the first thing I did during my pregnancy was get drunk. I hope he comes back soon. I need to talk to him. I need to apologize.
Life has thrown me a curve ball, this is my first strike. I better not make any more. I didn't even swing. I texted him and asked him to come home. I wasn't planning on getting pregnant or having a baby until after marriage.
I texted Jess and told her what happened over the phone, we talked for about an hour and I balled my eyes out talking to her. I remember asking near the beginning of the conversation, "What if he leaves me?" That's when I started crying. Then after a while and I settled down a little there was a click of a door. I ran out into the living room to see Ansel standing there. I felt tears start pouring down my face.
"A-A-Ansel." I sobbed, it was hard for me to talk because I was crying so hard. "I-I'm sorry!" I sobbed even harder now. I was the biggest bitch on this planet.
He grabbed me and held me close and I cried onto his chest. I felt him rubbing my back and he kissed the top of my head. "Everything will be fine." He whispered as he comforted me. "Right now it's not." I cried. "It will be." He said and sat down. He motioned for me to sit with him and I did. "I love you so much." He whispered holding me close as we laid side by side. "I love you too." My voice sounded rough but I felt him smiled against my head which made me smile a little too.
He kissed my forehead one more time and I could feel him breathing as he fell asleep, slowly under me. Then I did the same, fell asleep. Everything was dark, but I thought happy thoughts in my mind.
Be happy.
