Regret and redemption
Summary: Chloe and Derek had been dating for a year when one day Chloe came home to find Derek and one of her best friends, Rae, in bed together
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Darkest Powers
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I was so excited to get home and tell Derek my good news. We've been dating for about a year now and we have our own place. It's a quiet and cozy little cottage out in the woods. It's perfect for the both of us because we are both supernaturals, Derek is a werewolf and I am a necromancer. Most people find our pairing very unusual but we compliment and smooth each other out.
I was on my way back from the doctors at the moment. I hadn't told Derek I was going, I've been feeling tired and nauseated for a week now and I'm at least two weeks late on my monthly cycle. I wanted to confirm my suspicions before telling Derek anything, no point in worrying him over a false alarm. It turns out I'm just about three weeks pregnant. I'm both nervous and excited about this news, excited because this baby is the living product of the love Derek and I share but nervous because this baby could end up inheriting one of our powers or even both. I'm trying not to worry too much about the future, considering I can't control it, and focus on how I'm going to break the news to Derek. I'm nervous to know what his reaction is going to be.
Before I know it I'm pulling into our little driveway, I take a few minutes to gather my thoughts and wits about me. I go through what I'm going to say to Derek in my mind. I was so distracted in my thoughts that I didn't notice the grey car slightly hidden by the forest. I get out of the car and fish my keys from my purse and head towards the front porch and front door. I unlock the door and am surprised Derek hasn't come over to greet me yet considering he probably heard me arrive. The moment I step into the house I get a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I shrug it off thinking it's just the baby making me feel queasy. I drop my keys in the bowl on the coffee table. I walk past the living room and as I do I look to see if Derek is in the kitchen, no sign of him. I head upstairs thinking he might still be in bed, he never stays in bed this late but there's always a first time for everything. As I near our bedroom door, which is slightly ajar, I hear weird sounds coming from inside. I hear heavy breathing and muffled moans. I rush to the room thinking that maybe Derek was suddenly hit with a change, what I see instead makes me freeze and rocks me to the core. I never thought Derek and I made any sense, he was tall and handsome with rock hard muscles and the most beautiful green eyes whereas I was short with small and almost non-existent curves, overall unimpressive compared to him. Despite all of that I let myself believe that I was what he wanted. The scene playing out on my bed at this very moment was one that I had both somehow imagined but also tried to dispel. There on my bed was boyfriend of a year with one of our closest friends, someone I would have never expected this from. She was straddled on his naked lap and had her hands in his hair while he was sitting up against the headboard with his head on her neck. When I finally unfroze, they were both looking at me with identical shock and horror struck expressions on their faces. I couldn't tell what my expression was and I honestly didn't care. Derek was the first to try and speak "Chloe, I can explain everything, it's not what you think." I almost laugh at that, does he really think there is any way that he can twist this into something other than the obvious? "Don't even bother, it's pretty clear to me" I say to him. I swallow the lump on my throat; I won't let myself cry in front of them. I take a deep breath and turn around running for the door, I grab my bad and keys from the table and head straight to the drawer where we kept our passports and cash for emergencies. Once I grab what I need I'm out the door and heading towards my car. I can hear Derek cursing and calling for me, I hear crashes as he tries to get to me before I leave. I manage to pull out just as he comes out the door wearing only boxers. I look at him one last time as I drive away; he has his head in his hands looking up at the sky. It might have been my blurry vision or my imagination but I almost thought I saw tears in his eyes. I shake my head dispelling the idea; he has no right to cry.
I drove for a while, not really knowing where I was going. I finally see a McDonalds sign up ahead and decide to pull in to gather my thoughts and grab something for my dry throat. I park and go inside, as soon as I go through the door the smell of grease hits me and overwhelms me. I feel the contents of my breakfast rise up to my throat and I rush to the bathroom before I could embarrass myself by puking my guts out in front of the other customers. When I'm done I flush and go to wash my mouth. When I look at myself in the mirror I see what a mess I look, my eyes red and puffy, the tiny bit of mascara I put on this morning running down my face and stinging my eyes. I pat some water on my face and wash off the running mascara, I close my eyes and will this all to just be a bad dream and when I reopen my eyes nothing's changed, though I do look slightly composed or decent enough anyways. I walk out of the restroom and get a couple of looks, some are slightly worried and others are just blank. I go up to the counter and look over the menu, just looking for something that won't upset my stomach too much. I end up going for a Strawberry Banana smoothie and just a glass for water. I sit as far away from the rest of the customers as I possibly can; I pull my phone out of my purse and notice that I have over fifteen missed calls from Derek. I fought the urge to call him back and hear his explanation "He doesn't deserve it" I quietly tell myself. I check the map I have laid out on the table for the nearest hotel and once I find one that seems decent enough I head back to my car and drive there. Seeing as I brought no clothes with me I head straight to the store inside the hotel building, I buy a change of clothes for the next day and some pyjamas for tonight. I head to the clerk desk and book myself a room; I pay in cash so that Derek can't track where I am through my card transactions. I enter my room and deposit the clothes in the dresser; I go into the bathroom and run myself a bath. I shed my clothes and step into the warm bath; for a few minutes I just sit there blankly staring at the white tiles, then it all suddenly hits me and I break into wracking sobs that shake my entire frame. I stay in the bath so long that by the time I get out my fingers are all pruney. I wear my new pyjamas and jump in bed; I then grab the phone and call for room service. I order myself a salad just to have something in my stomach, I don't feel like eating anything but I have my baby to think about. My baby, how am I going to raise this baby on my own? Is it going to be a girl or a boy? Where am I going to live now? All these questions and much more were plaguing my mind. Room service broke me out of my thoughts with a knock on the door. I paid for my order and tipped the attendant. I began eating, the salad tasted bland in my mouth but I just wanted something to fill my empty stomach. When I was done I decided to go to bed and sort things out in the morning, I cried myself to sleep with images of the day's events replaying in my mind.