The Path to Love

Chapter 16

I didn't even have time to absorb the fact that Sam and I created a kid. Her face quickly morphed into anger and she started yelling. "Hunter, you're an asshole!" Sam said, hitting me.

"Weren't you just the one that said it takes two to tango? You created it with me!" I yelled back, defending myself.

"You always wear a condom! The one time you have sex with me, you don't wear one. Did you try to get me pregnant?"

"Really? Are you really asking me that right now? I was just as drunk as you were, if not more. Clearly, we both wanted it. Now, we have a kid as a result of it."

She shoved her face down in her hands and sighed. "We are in our senior year of high school, Hunter. I had plans! We were going to university; you were training to take over your dads' business and I wanted to become a guidance counsellor. All of this is on hold now, Hunter! It's all your fault."

"You came onto me if you remember correctly. So, if we're blaming people here, it's your fault. You know who I am, and you know I'm a fuck boy. I told you it wasn't a good idea to get drunk and you didn't listen! So, blame yourself."

"You took advantage of my vulnerable state, Hunter. You're just like my uncle." I didn't even see it coming until she had already slapped me, again. Except this time, it was right across the face.

I held my face in shock, she fucking bitch slapped me. I looked at her in shock. It's one thing to accuse me of trying to get her angry, it's a whole other thing to compare me to her uncle, again. The shock quickly turned into anger as I stared at her. I was seething. I couldn't look at her without feeling disgusted with her. "Get out. Get out of my house."

"Hunter," Sam started.

"No, Sam. Get out. It's one thing to accuse me of trying to get you pregnant. It's a whole other thing to compare me to your scumbag of an uncle. You've done that twice in the last month and a half. I've done nothing but be there and support you. I'm not going to stand here and listen to you accuse me of being or doing things I'm not. Get out. Now." I hissed.

She walked downstairs, and I heard the front door close. I gripped the counter in anger. How could she? How could she compare me to her uncle again? We both wanted it. I know we were both drunk and it was wrong, but it's not just my fault we have a kid on the way.

Fuck.

I stared at the pregnancy tests. One had a plus sign, one had two lines, and the other said PREGNANT. How could we raise a baby together if we can't even get along now? We're so young. Sam was right. We can't do this. We have our whole lives ahead of us. I can't believe I was that careless, I've never forgot to wear a condom before, how did I now? I didn't try to get her pregnant, I know that. But, why didn't I put on a condom?

I slid down against the vanity in the washroom and sat on the floor. My eyes flooded with tears and I started to sob. I put my head down against my knees and sat there, crying. So many things were running through my head.

How did this happen?

Why did this happen?

What are my parents going to say?

Can we take care of a baby?

Can I take care of a baby?

Why did we have to drink that night?

I won the bet.

I needed to get out of here before I lost it completely. The anger is eating me alive. I'm not like her uncle. I'm not. I don't take advantage of little girls.

I pulled myself up and started to leave the house. My ringing phone stopped me from walking out the door. I wiped my eyes and answered. "Hello?"

"Dude, you sound like shit. What happened?"

"Nothing, Xav. I'm fine. Why'd you call?"

"Just to tell you that Novak is coming after you. He's on the warpath, dude."

"Let him come after me, I don't give a fuck. He won't be able to take me on. If he doesn't go after Sam, I don't care."

"It sounds like you were crying, what happened?"

"Xav, don't push me." I growled.

"Dude, I know you. What happened?"

"I won the bet."

"You what?!" Xav asked, clearly shocked.

"I won the bet, dumbass." I stated, again.

"You slept with Sam?"

"Yes, dumb ass. That's what winning the bet means."

"Nope, I don't believe you. You were literally arguing with me about not doing it, like last week. I want proof."

"You want proof?" I repeated. Fuck, why couldn't he just take my word for it?

"Yup. You know, like bloody sheets, or something. Don't fucking bring a used condom. Just get the proof and I'll give you the money."

"What about a pregnancy stick?" I replied.

"You knocked her up?!" He hollered at me.

I pulled the phone away from my ear. "My eardrums!"

"You didn't actually get her pregnant, did you?"

"The stick says positive, so I'm pretty sure I did."

"Dude."

"Both of us did it, not just me."

"Did you tell your parents?"

I moved to sit on the couch instead of standing in the porch. "No, we just found out." I replied, still kind of in shock about it.

"Are you okay? How did she react?"

"No, I'm not fucking okay. I have a damn kid on the way and its mother is a bitch." Anger started to bubble up again just thinking about everything she said to me. "We both got drunk together and it happened. She accused me of trying to get her pregnant."

"Holy shit. What are you going to do?"

"The only thing I can do. Wait. She gets to choose what she wants to do. She doesn't even have to consult me if she doesn't want to. It's her body, which it ultimately means her choice."

"What do you want to happen?"

"You know, I honestly don't know." I replied, exasperated.

"Well, I'm here for you."

"Thanks." I replied, hanging up.

What am I going to do?