Hey guys! Thank you for your reviews! :) Some people have been wondering why Phoebe got back together with Daniel. Well, firstly she loved him and her life was a living misery without him, plus there is a reason why he cheated on her. I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I know it's not very long but this is a twist. I've been wanting to change it for a while so I took this oppertune moment to do so! Enjoy and leave me a review if you like! Thank you! :) - uncertainelf19
Three weeks it's been since the dreadful news, and Daniel and I are not getting on lately. He's still pissed at me for not telling him sooner about the baby. He just can't understand how devastated and distraught I am. He's upset too, in fact this is the worst I've seen him before. I mean, he was sad when the family dog died last month but this is a whole new Daniel whom I have never seen before. We haven't had sex either for a while. It's sad, I miss it just being us in our own little bubble. Lately, I've been quite depressed about this whole situation, who wouldn't be? The fact that Daniel is acting like a complete ass lately isn't helping, and my job isn't going smoothly either. I just want to crawl into a ball and cry as people ignore me as always.
Late one night, I sat down and switched on the TV. A reality TV show came on called '16 and pregnant.' I stared at the mothers of the babies who were unfit to have one and my feelings took over me. I cried and looked straight ahead with tears rolling down my cheeks. The door pinged for the lift and I wiped them away, hoping that Daniel wouldn't notice. He came in with a large rip in his shirt, his beautiful body which I haven't seen for weeks showing.
"Honey, what happened?" I ask and he said nothing, walking towards the bedroom and leaving me confused and worried.
"Nothing," he continued and I frowned again. What is he keeping from me? I stood up and stared at him.
"Daniel, we haven't been talking for weeks. What he hell is going on?" I asked, folding my arms and he faced me with a blank expression.
"Well, you haven't exactly been warm towards me have you?" he said sarcastically as he reached for a bottle of wine out of the fridge.
"What?" I whispered, gritting my teeth. Warm?! How the fuck does he think I feel at the moment?!
"Well, I tried to hug you the other day and you pushed me away," he said sternly and I felt like slapping him across the face.
"Daniel, I didn't really want a hug whilst I was paying in a cheque at the bank," I said behind my teeth and he shook his head, glugging down his wine.
"Why are you in such a mood with me?" he asked and I rolled my eyes, unfolding my arms and staying still.
"Loosing this baby wasn't my idea of happiness if that's what you mean. You know why I'm in a fucking mood. Nothing is going right lately, and you and your stroppy nature isn't really brightening my day," I said quickly and his eyes narrowed at me. When I mentioned the baby his eyes screwed together and I could see that it was causing him some pain and my tone lightened slightly.
"Stroppy?! Me?! Phoebe, you've been in a mood all week! What the fuck have I done? I come home from work and you just put me down all the time! It's not easy..." he whispered.
"Easy?! DANIEL! I've fucking lost my baby and you think that it's easy?! You need to sort some shit out and get your facts right!" I shout and he frowns.
"It's my baby too," he whispers and he seems hurt, but he deserves it.
"You know what," I whispered in a hoarse voice, tears running down my face, "I sometimes wish that it wasn't. Most boyfriends would be there for their girlfriends who have just lost their baby. But you? No. You come home from work and get practically drunk every night, drowning your sorrows with beer. You think that's the way to treat me?" I ask, crying my eyes out and he stands there.
"Phoebe, don't get me started on alcohol. You and your fucking big mouth at your - "
"WHAT?! DON'T YOU FUCKING ACUSE ME OF BEING A DRUNK! Thanks to alcohol you slept with another woman!" I scream and I feel my voice breaking. I'm hurting him so much, and deep down he's hurting me.
"Then why did you take me back?!" he shouts back, placing his wine glass heavily down on the side of the table.
"Because I loved you!" I scream back, tears falling around my feet and I'm red in the face, anger and sadness running deep within my veins. I can't help it, but there's something about him that's changed.
"Loved me? You don't love me any more?" he asks and realisation hits me hard. No. I don't. I can't trust him. He's never there for me any more and... maybe it's for the best.
"No," I whisper and tears fill his eyes, "I don't..."
"Fine. I guess there's no point in me staying, is there?" he whispers and I swear I can hear his heart slowly cracking.
"No. You can leave," I say sternly, and I mean every word.
"Fuck me, Phoebe. You know how to break a guys heart," he whispers and that's it. Fury takes a hold of me and I storm over to him quickly, glaring into his brown eyes.
"You don't know what a broken heart is, until the person who you thought you truly loved cheated on you with a stripper. Now get out," I whisper nastily and his frowns. He grabs his jacket and heads towards the door. He turns to me and shakes his head. I look away and the last thing I hear is him slamming the door to. Jesus Christ. I really hate him right now and I feel like crying. These emotions... I just can't control them. In a fit of rage I grab the glass and throw it against the wall, the glass smashing into tiny pieces and bouncing onto the floor. I weep uncontrollably and sink to the floor, screaming as I cry and the night comes and takes me, and I slowly drift into a deep sleep that I am hoping will last forever.