If It's Not Mine, It's YOURS
I didn’t know how to react to this… Was I supposed to be surprised, shocked or angry? For some reason, I felt angry, actually, very angry.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was the good girl, not the pregnant one. I was the nice guy, not the one that abandoned the people they cared about.
But, still, I wanted nothing to do with it. I doubted it was even mine… She said it herself, I wasn’t the only one she had been with. Disgusting… I shouldn’t have to deal with all of this right now!
“Enough of those riddles. I want you to tell me straight out. What is it?” I growled.
“Um… it’s yours.” She replied, weakly. She was obviously taken back by my rude behavior.
I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to do anything I would regret, but this was too much to handle.
“No.” I mumbled, and then I said it again, a little louder. “NO!”
I stalked off in a mixed rage, leaving her with her mouth hanging open and tears forming in her eyes.