With the bright light of the hallway illuminating her delicate features, Sarah stepped into my dark apartment. It was clear to me, even though I was only half awake, that she had something to say. I had something to say, as well, so it was better that we got it out into the open as soon as possible.

Wordlessly, I led her into the livingroom and turned on the lamp that was sitting beside my old worn out couch. She sat down and took off her black cable-knit sweater and then her shoes. She curled up and tucked her feet beneath her long jean clad legs. She was staying for a while.

I sat down across from her in my grandma's old rocking chair and began to rock back and forth. I always got jumpy when I was about to get news of some kind. And I knew that there was news in my immediate future.

I bit down on my lower lip as I waited for her to speak. I hoped that she was here to end things. That would make it much easier on me and I had a long track record of not saying the right thing. I really didn't want to break her heart.

"Bosco, I don't want to talk about what happened tonight. I think that we should stop seeing each other." She said carefully, watching for my reaction.

I opened my mouth to speak and she raised her hand, indicating that she wasn't finished.

"You're a nice guy and all, but tonight really set some things strait in my mind. I don't want to hurt you because we had a nice couple of months and all...but....it...this....just isn't working out for me". She said.

I could tell that she was pretty nervous. I had to wonder why. I mean, Jimmy and I had made a complete mess of her place and she had every right to be furious. Why was she acting to cool?

"Sarah. I know you don't want to talk about it, but I have to say that I'm really sorry about what happened. I know that it was wrong...."

She waved her hand to dismisivly and interrupted me. "It doesn't matter. It's cleaned up and there's nothing more to say about it." She said with a hint of impatience.

Obviously she had more to say and she couldn't wait much longer.

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees and cocked my head to the side. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what I was about to hear.

"I have something else to tell you and I thought it was only fair that you hear it from me and not someone else and think it was yours." She said, as she ran her hand through her long hair.

It used to turn me on to see her do that. There was just something about the way she did that, that sent shivers down my spine. Now, it was just irritating, as I waited with baited breath as to what she had to tell me.

My thoughts came back to reality as she mentioned the word 'yours'.

"Mine? Mine what?"

"The baby."

"Baby? What baby?"

"My baby. I'm pregnant". She said, and then exhaled a long breath that she had been holding.

To tell the truth, I was shocked. It wasn't anything I expected to hear. We'd been together for a couple of months and we'd always used protection....I knew we always used it. I was always careful. How could this happen? My brain was a mess of questions and obscenities that I wanted to yell into her beautiful face.

"But how....we were always careful...I can't believe this....I just....." I sputtered. I could barely articulate the words that desperately needed to come out of my mouth, which now felt like it was on fire.

"There's more."

"More? How can there be more? What, did you sleep with someone else and you don't know who the father is?" I said sarcastically.

Her silence scared me. She didn't say anything.

I blinked, trying to accept this new situation I was being presented with.

"Sarah?"

No answer.

"Sarah?" I said, a lot more forcefully than I had intended.

"Do you know who the father is?"

She nodded. "I'm pretty sure." came her small reply. She looked cheap to me at that moment. What she was telling me, essentially, was that she had cheated on me and now she wasn't sure who the father was.

"Pretty sure? Pretty sure? What are you, some kind of slut?" I roared, unable t o control the anger building up inside of me.

She was putting me into an impossible situation, outside of paternity testing.

She didn't say a word. She just looked at me defiantly. She didn't feel one bit bad about it either.

I could tell by the way her eyes clashed with mine. Willing me to say more. Judging by the look on her face she could easily bring me to my knees with her truths.

She stood up and watched me as I struggled to come to terms with my kilidoscope of emotions.

"So, you're saying that I could be the father. You don't know?" I roared.

"I don't think you are. You and I were always careful...but there was one time...with....him.....that I didn't use anything".

"One time with him? You were always damn careful when it was you and me....was the passion just too intense for you to stop and protect yourself?" I raged.

"I didn't have to tell you, Bos. I chose to tell you because it was the right thing to do. I'm sorry that you are hurt. I'm going to tell the father right now. I just wanted to let you know what was going on."

"Who is he?" I asked in defeat. Knowing that I really didn't want to know, but it was burning a hole inside my brain.

"Jimmy."

I sat up in my chair, my gut wrenching like it was being squashed in a vice.

"As in Dorhety?"

She nodded.

"That son of a...." I yelled, pounding my knees with my fist! That was the last straw. I couldn't take any more of this.

"Bosco! It just happened one night. I didn't even know that you knew him. We met up one night when you and Faith were out and we just ended up in...."

"Don't go there! Don't you even go there!" I yelled at her as I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it and when I realized she wasn't standing behind me, I walked back and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her roughly toward it.

"I trusted you! I don't care if you do find out that it's my kid inside you! Don't ever talk to me again. We'll have a paternity test done as soon as that kid pops out and if it's mine I'll sue your skinny little ass off for custody"

" Don't touch me" She cried, slapping my arm with her free hand.

I ignored her and shoved her out and slammed the door shut before she could pollute me with anymore of her venomous spill. I leaned back, running my hands through my hair. I could feel myself actually starting to cry. I was hurt and I shouldn't have been, but it was too much that she had cheated on me with Jimmy. I was going to at least break up with her before I started up with someone else. She hadn't even told Jimmy yet. I wondered what he'd say. Who the hell cared. To hell with the both of them. I knew as long as I lived and breathed, I'd never say a civil word to Dorhety again.

She kicked the door hard and then pounded it with her tiny fist. She was crying as she yelled obscenities at me, I never even knew she could say.

"I want my shoes and my sweater! Give them to me before I kick this damn door down and kick your ass!"

I laughed bitterly. If I had to deal with her much longer, I'd break my own door down and kick her ass.

I walked back to the livingroom and grabbed her stuff.. I opened the door and peered out at her. She was standing with her back against the wall, crying and wiping mascara off of her delicate lashes. She really did look pitiful, standing there. She was still as beautiful as ever, even in her current situation.

I had been taken in by her beauty once. I'd never do it again.

I threw her things at her and slammed the door again. This time I locked it.