The Test of Time

87 ~ March

As soon as I wake up I turn over in my bed and stretch out before quickly opening my eyes and flinching away from the bright rays of sunlight that are burning through my curtains.

I'm twenty five.

And pregnant with my ex's baby.

Sighing loudly, I push the blanket away from me and stand up, unsure of how I feel about last night's events, having reached my high pretty quickly, both of us then lying down on my bed, his arm around me as I contently drifted off to sleep.

I slowly make my way over to the door and pull it open, biting my lip as I attempt to figure out what last night meant. It never should have gone that far, this was exactly why we needed to keep our distance, the line has been crossed on too many occasions.

My eyes immediately fall on the figure curled up on the couch, his arm across his face in an attempt to block out the daylight. After taking a deep breath I make my way over towards him and Brett immediately reacts, pulling his hand away as he hears me move, sitting up and shooting me a smile.

"Becky went out." He says quickly as I sink down on the seat beside him.

"Oh." I let out. I bite my lip as I gaze at him, my ex who took it upon himself to stay the night. "You should leave Brett." I mutter and his eyebrows immediately furrow.

"Leave?"

"Yeah!" I nod, tearing my eyes away from his confused expression, "Why did you even stay?"

"You fell asleep and I didn't want to just disappear."

"Disappear? You have no obligation to me Brett." I scoff slightly.

"Yes I do." Brett objects as I stand back up, running my hand across my legs to smooth my shorts down.

"No. You don't."

"It didn't seem like you wanted me gone last night." He retorts, standing up and glaring down at me. I look away from his invasive eyes that are trying to pick me apart and analyse my every decision.

"I had a weak moment." I shrug, "My hormones are all over the place."

"You can't blame your hormones on everything."

"I can." I reply, turning around and walking over towards the kitchen.

"You wanted me last night!"

"So what if I did?" I exclaim, throwing my hands up as I whirl back around to face him, "We need to stop this!"

"Why?" He replies, "We're heading in the right direc..."

"Stop it!" I snap slightly, "We're not heading in any direction Brett!" I say, "We aren't getting back together."

"You're so against it." He shakes his head, resting his arms down on the other side of the counter, "You can't deny that you have feelings for me."

"I don't." I reply quickly.

"Liar."

"Brett, what I have with you is a sexual attraction, nothing more."

"Then why did we spend so much time laughing at lunch yesterday?" He smirks.

"I'm not doing this." I shake my head, opening the refrigerator and grabbing hold of the orange juice. I can't forget what he did, I can't let this baby turn all his wrongdoing into nothing.

"You like me..."

"No I fucking don't!" I suddenly explode, slamming the carton down on the side, "How could I ever fucking like someone who nearly committed murder!"