This is also somewhat of a long chapter and one of my very favorites because I'm a sick and twisted person on the DL, shhhhh. ;) jk, I love it because even though it is Quin's POV, it reveals a lot about Luca in my opinion. Don't hate me!

Quin POV

I wake up and instantly feel like complete crap. I open my eyes slowly and see Luca sitting in a chair across from me, arms crossed, face blank. Everything that happened, well, almost everything, comes rushing back to me like an out of control freight train.

"Hey," I don't even try to smile.

"Hey…" he answers unemotionally.

"When did you come and get me?" I ask.

"Around ten o' clock at night," he answers just as hollowly as before.

He is giving me nothing. I can't tell what he's feeling at all.

"Thanks," I say and sit up fully, instantly getting a headache.

"Sure. Coffee's on the nightstand," he nods his head toward the nightstand.

"Oh, thanks… again," I say awkwardly.

Why is it so awkward? This is supposed to be the person I never have to be awkward with, I think to myself as I take a sip.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Quin," Luca says.

"Yeah, it's fine, I guess, I knew it was going to" –

"I wasn't finished," he cuts me off, I stay silent this time, "I'm sorry about your dad, but what hurts the most about all this is that, when you were the most vulnerable, you didn't run to me, your boyfriend, you ran to him, the douchebag that lead you on and then dropped you like last week's garbage. I am going to ask you this once, and I want an honest answer, did you do anything with him?" Luca waits for my answer.

I sigh before answering.

"Luca… I can't give you an answer because I truly don't know. The last thing I remember from yesterday is taking a few more shots after pushing him away from trying to kiss me," I answer as honestly as possible.

"Are you sure? You can't even try and remember? You had all your clothes on when I got you, so I guess that's a good sign," Luca says harshly and scoffs.

"What do you want from me, Luca? I screwed up. I was upset and didn't know what I was doing. If I could go back, slap myself upside the head, and do it differently, then I would. But I can't!" I started out calm, but I ended up yelling anyway.

"Just try, Quin! For once in your life, care about something enough to try and save it!" He's up and out of the chair now. He leans by the window and doesn't look at me.

"I'm trying, Luca! But I'm not going to recall anything! That's what happens when you blackout while you're drunk! If you were actually a normal teenager, maybe you'd know!" I scream.

"I am a normal teenager, Quin. Not everyone has to get drunk and do drugs and be a whore to be normal. Sometimes we are perfectly fine not doing any of that shit," Luca finally looks back at me.

I'm stunned. What the hell? Where did that come from?

"No, your normal is worshipping some nonexistent God that couldn't give two flying shits about any of us! Was He caring about me when He took my mom away from me?! Was it love when He decided one parent that couldn't even get out of bed was enough?! Oh, no, because He had to go ahead and take that one away, too! Face it, Luca, if there was this all-powerful, loving, being out there then maybe this world wouldn't be going to shit like it is!" I yell at him because I know it'll hurt just as much as the 'whore' line did to me.

"Quin, wake up. He gave you back your dad for your eighteenth birthday because He knew your dad's time was coming. He knew your dad wasn't going to be able to handle any more meds and needles and wires. He gave you that. And He gave your dad freedom. I talked to your dad one day when you were upstairs in the shower. He told me he was ready, he was just waiting for God to take him. He made me promise I'd never tell you that because he knew how you felt about God and about his sickness. He knew you thought one day, he was going to get better. But Quin, you need to understand that sometimes 'getting better' doesn't always mean living again, it means living eternally in Heaven with God, free of illness," Luca explains without yelling.

I can tell by his face that he knows I'm just trying to make him angry. It makes me even angrier that he knows how to get to me, but I can't even do the same thing to him... Or maybe I can.

"Fine, Luca, you want an answer? I did cheat on you with Vinny. Before I was even a little bit tipsy. Is that what you wanted?" I'm practically spitting.

Then the gravity of my words hits me when his face changes slightly. It's not angry anymore; it's the true meaning of the word broken. That's what I did to the love of my life. I broke him with a lie.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. We're over, Quin, maybe we were just too different. I think you should leave now. I went and got your car for you. It's parked on the road," he looks back at the closed window and says with finality.

"Fine," I say and get up to leave.

"Hey," Luca calls when I'm at the door.

I turn around.

He throws a pair of dark sunglasses at me. "You'll need these."

I have to put them on and run out of the room to keep him from seeing my tears.

Even after all that, even after I lied that I did the one thing I said I would never do to him, he still cares about me enough to worry about my hangover.

I'm a monster.

A pregnant monster…