Rich Girl [Pedro Pascal]

16. I'm Sorry

Eve took a breath in and then exhaled.
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It had been five minutes.

The longest five minutes in her life.

"Eve? You still alive in there?" Will knocked on the door. Eve sniffles. "Yeah..." Her voice was muttered through the door. "You wanna come out?" He asked, the door opening slowly for the other side. Will couldn't tell if Eve was scared or relieved. "Where is he?" She questioned, Will nodded towards the balcony and she sighed, giving Will the second pregnancy test... He didn't react.

Eve sat down beside him. He looked down at her hands as she covered the pregnancy test. He sighed and dragged his hands through his hair before looking at her, "I don't want it." He informed her. Eve became tense. "I don't want it to ruin your life, Eve." He spoke carefully. Eve laughed. "I'm serious, Eve. Abort the thing."

"What makes you think I'm pregnant?"

"Let me see the stick."

Eve handed him the stick. Not Pregnant, it read. "Thank god..." He muttered.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Eve asked him. "What if I was pregnant?"

"Like I said a few second ago, I wouldn't want it... I have three kids, Eve. I don't need another one especially with someone who has a life like yours."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you aren't fit to be a mother with the life you live! Your life revolves around drugs and alcohol for a living! You think you can change for that thing?"

"It wouldn't just be a thing!" Eve stood up, "It would have been our kid, you fucking asshole. And yes, I would fucking turn my whole life upside down for my future child! Just because my life is like this now and I live it every day doesn't mean I can't live without it!"

"Bullshit, Eve!" The actor now stood, looking over her. "You literally where wasted drunk before I got here! You're not fit to be a mom! You're never gonna be!"

"Fuck You!"

"You already did this morning, Princess."

Eve slapped him across the face. "Get the fuck out of my house! Lose my fucking number and don't ever fucking talk to me again, you fucking ignorant asshole." She barked at him, her voice laced in venom.

Pascal just looked down at her. Her face was covered in tears. His heart ached. He knew he had just messed up, really, really bad. He cussed under his breath before walking out. He shook his head as he walked down. "Hey, Pascal!" Within a few seconds, Javier have grabbed his collar and took a swing at his face. Not once, not twice, but three times before Mitch pulled him off. "Javier! Stop!"

"You're a fucking coward!"

Pascal laughed, as he watched Mitch pull him back. "I guess I deserved that..." He mumbled before punching Javier right on the nose and walking away calmly.

"Crap! I think he just broke my nose!" He grimaces. Mitch looking for a place to sit him down. "You shouldn't have done that Javier."

"I don't give a shit! Eve's pregnant and that bastard is just gonna leave her..."

Mitch shook her head, "It's always going to be her, isn't it?"