Falling for my roommate

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Dylan sat on the seat, his leg bouncing anxiously. She placed her hand on his knee gently, trying to steady it.

"Alrighty then, so you have to take one now and you can take one tomorrow. You'll get pretty bad cramps for the next day or two, and you'll bleed, a lot, but your baby will be gone in two days," the nurse told her, walking in with a small tub that contained two pills.

Dylan squeezed her shoulder gently.

She handed the pills to Charlotte and she opened it, analyzing it slowly. "So I take one now?"

The nurse nodded, "Yeah, I just need you to sign this first."

Charlotte nodded gently, her eyes watering, she signed the sheet and handed it back to the nurse.

"Here's some water. Don't forget, the second pill has to be taken at the exact same time tomorrow."

Charlotte took the bottle of water off of the nurse and opened it, but Dylan stopped her from taking the pill quickly, "Are you certain this is what you want?" He asked her.

She nodded slowly and quickly swallowed it, wanting to get it over and done with.

She thought back to when she had first found out she was pregnant, she wasn't excited, she wasn't happy, a large feeling of dread came over her and she knew what she had to do.

Dylan gave her a reassuring smile as the nurse continued to explain everything to her, watching her every move.

He felt upset about the fact that she was going to get rid of their child, but he knew it wasn't up to him, with the way he had treated her, he was happy to have even been told about the baby.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" He offered, walking her out to his car.

She shook her head, "I'm tired, I think I should just go home, maybe get some sleep."

"I was hoping to talk to you."

"We can talk at my place."

He sucked in a deep breath. There was a certain someone who didn't want him in the apartment. Thomas hadn't spoken to him in a very long time, and he knew it would be awkward having to see him again, but he had to talk to Charlotte, he had to make things right.

His guilt was keeping him up at night, not just for hurting her physically, but for losing his temper, for cheating on her, for not being there when she needed him the most, for saying horrible things about her brother whilst he was in a coma.

He had made mistakes, he had never treated anyone as badly as he had treated her and he was determined to make things good again, he was determined to make things right.

Their arrival at her apartment was a quick one, and she allowed him to come upstairs with her and walk into the apartment.

She had stayed silent for the whole ride home, the only sound ever coming out of her being a strangled sob.

"So, what did you want to say to me?" She asked, plopping herself down on the couch. The pill that she had taken was already beginning to make her feel nauseous, and it made her anxious about having to take another one.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I know it won't make up for anything I've done in the past, I know that, but I just thought I'd tell you anyway. I don't have any excuses, I don't have a reason behind why I treated you the way I did. Usually I could never treat anyone how I treated you, and I don't know why I thought I could do that, perhaps because you were an easy victim. I don't understand myself why I was so horrible so I know I can't make you understand, but I at least thought that I'd tell you I'm not happy with the things that I've said and done to you, and I want to be able to apologize, properly."