The Path to Love

Chapter 76

"Fuck," I huffed. I continued to punch the punching bag in front of me.

"Oh yeah, call your assistant, can you not give me your damn number?"

"No, I can't." I replied. "If you need me that bad and you can't get a hold of my assistant, I'll either be home or at the hotel you're staying at."

She looked at me, clearly pissed off I was living near her. "What?" I questioned. "It's free for me to live there. Don't get mad at me, get mad at our parents, they made the deal."

The scene of me telling her I wouldn't give her my number kept replaying over and over again in my head. I don't know why I can't just suck it up and be there for her. That's all she wants me to do, is be there for her. And my daughter.

I punched the punching bag as hard as I could. "Fuck!" I screamed.

What I was doing, wasn't right. I have convinced myself so much that they are better off without me, that I wouldn't even know how to be there for them if I wanted to be.

It was hopeless, punching this bag without any results. I couldn't stop thinking, I can't get Sam out of my head. "Fuck it," I mumbled.

I took the tape off my hands and walked back to my room. This was all fucking hopeless. How did it come to this? How did I go from being a fuck boy, to sleeping and creating a baby with my best friend, to this? How the hell did I let my life become such a fuck up?

I hopped in a cold shower and scrubbed myself. It didn't matter what I did, Sam was always on my mind, that baby was always in my thoughts, and my fucks up were staring me in the face, daring me to try to straighten up my fuck up of a life.

What the hell? Pounding interrupted my thought process, it's probably the people next door, having a little bit of fun. I chose to tune it out and continue my shower.

The pounding got louder. No, it was a knocking sound. Shit, that was my door. I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. The knocking persisted, getting louder, as if that was even possible. "Fuck, I'm coming." I hollered.

The knocking ceased, letting me know the person on the other side heard me. With my towel still around my waist, I opened the door. The only way I realized I was slapped, was when I heard the sound of it echoing.

I looked at the person in front of me, the mother of my unborn child. "What the fuck, Sam?"

"It was unprofessional of me to do that at work, but we're no longer at work." She pushed past me and waddled into my room. "I've played nice and ignored you. I've played jerk and told you off. Now, I'm going to act like realistic Sam, and you're going to listen to me."

"I don't really have to listen to you." I replied, closing my door. I walked into my bathroom and grabbed the gym shorts I took off and placed them back on.

"You're going to." She stated, with such clear authority.

"What do you want, Sam?" I replied, walking out from the bathroom to face her.

"Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something to make you hate me? Is that why you don't want to raise this baby with me, because you hate me? We can work out an arrangement where we take turns, Hunter."

"I don't want to do that, Sam."

"You never explained to me why you left, you just left two letters for me and your daughter. I didn't get an explanation, and your daughter will never get one. I deserve an explanation, Hunter, we both do."

"Sam, I don't want to do this."

"You and I did this together, Hunter! We had sex! We created a fucking baby together! There's no changing that."