"Oh that's real nice Brooke!" he shouted throwing an arm up. "How do I even
know it's mine?"
My eyes narrowed in hatred. How could I have ever had feelings for him? My cell phone ringing tore my eyes away from his, and I fumbled flipping it open. "Hello?" I turned away from him. "Yes this is her." I stopped breathing. In that moment, my heart stopped beating. I was pregnant. I dropped the phone, and it broke into pieces on the sidewalk. I could hear him gather the pieces, but for the moment I was in shock.
"What?" he asked staring into my eyes. It had to be about the baby. He knew by the look on my face what was wrong. "I'm so sorry," he enveloped me in his arms.
I let the tears fall. There was no point in trying to hold them in. "I need to go."
"I'll come with you," he sighed against my forehead. That's when I realized he had been crying too.
I shook my head and looked over at my white bug. "Right now I hate you..." I said bravely and looked into his eyes once again. I knew I had struck a nerve. "I'll see you around Lucas." I got into the car and he stood there staring at where I had been standing. Poor guy was never going to get the point. He'd pushed me to the point where I wanted him out of my life. I backed out and drove home.
I could see out of my rearview mirror that he didn't move. He just stood there like a zombie looking at the concrete. But I didn't stop. I had to be strong. I just had to be. Not only for me...but also for the unborn baby inside of me.
I stayed home for two days after that. I didn't leave the house, and no one called. No once cared. It happened to be a little depressing, but it was a fact I'd have to live with. Lucas cared...or he seemed as if he did. He had tried to visit me yesterday but I had Rosa tell him I wasn't there. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to see me.
These two days gave me a lot of perspective on things. I now look at things differently. This baby is no longer a burden, but a gift. This baby would be made out of love...or what I thought was love. But that's besides the point. It also gave me perspective that I wouldn't take Lucas back. He wasn't the guy I thought he was.
And that's why it hurt so badly when I found a letter addressed to me on my doorstep. In Lucas's handwriting, no doubt. Shakily, I opened the envelope and took out the neatly written letter.
Dear Brooke,
I'm so sorry I was too chicken to tell you to your face. I've been the biggest jerk and I completely understand why you don't want me around. But, this morning I left with Keith to move to Charleston. It's not so far away, and if you change your mind, my arms are always open. I love you so much Brooke and I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you. It's your choice if you want me in the baby's life. I'd really like to not be Dan, but I only am if you make me. I really hope you think about this. You can't do it without me Brooke.
Love,
Lucas
I balled it up right after reading it. The nerve of him! He expected me to come running back to him! That was not going to happen. I could do it without him. I would do it without him.
My eyes narrowed in hatred. How could I have ever had feelings for him? My cell phone ringing tore my eyes away from his, and I fumbled flipping it open. "Hello?" I turned away from him. "Yes this is her." I stopped breathing. In that moment, my heart stopped beating. I was pregnant. I dropped the phone, and it broke into pieces on the sidewalk. I could hear him gather the pieces, but for the moment I was in shock.
"What?" he asked staring into my eyes. It had to be about the baby. He knew by the look on my face what was wrong. "I'm so sorry," he enveloped me in his arms.
I let the tears fall. There was no point in trying to hold them in. "I need to go."
"I'll come with you," he sighed against my forehead. That's when I realized he had been crying too.
I shook my head and looked over at my white bug. "Right now I hate you..." I said bravely and looked into his eyes once again. I knew I had struck a nerve. "I'll see you around Lucas." I got into the car and he stood there staring at where I had been standing. Poor guy was never going to get the point. He'd pushed me to the point where I wanted him out of my life. I backed out and drove home.
I could see out of my rearview mirror that he didn't move. He just stood there like a zombie looking at the concrete. But I didn't stop. I had to be strong. I just had to be. Not only for me...but also for the unborn baby inside of me.
I stayed home for two days after that. I didn't leave the house, and no one called. No once cared. It happened to be a little depressing, but it was a fact I'd have to live with. Lucas cared...or he seemed as if he did. He had tried to visit me yesterday but I had Rosa tell him I wasn't there. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want him to see me.
These two days gave me a lot of perspective on things. I now look at things differently. This baby is no longer a burden, but a gift. This baby would be made out of love...or what I thought was love. But that's besides the point. It also gave me perspective that I wouldn't take Lucas back. He wasn't the guy I thought he was.
And that's why it hurt so badly when I found a letter addressed to me on my doorstep. In Lucas's handwriting, no doubt. Shakily, I opened the envelope and took out the neatly written letter.
Dear Brooke,
I'm so sorry I was too chicken to tell you to your face. I've been the biggest jerk and I completely understand why you don't want me around. But, this morning I left with Keith to move to Charleston. It's not so far away, and if you change your mind, my arms are always open. I love you so much Brooke and I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you. It's your choice if you want me in the baby's life. I'd really like to not be Dan, but I only am if you make me. I really hope you think about this. You can't do it without me Brooke.
Love,
Lucas
I balled it up right after reading it. The nerve of him! He expected me to come running back to him! That was not going to happen. I could do it without him. I would do it without him.