Chapter 3
Joe's POV
Oh shit! Crap! How did she find me? What am I going to say?
"Cupcake" I gasped. Oh my Lord, the pain in her eyes, the anger, t..t..the hate? No, no she doesn't hate me. She could never.
"What...How...Look..." I could not find the strength to form sentences. My mind was racing, my body trembling, sweating. I need to get dressed, get her out of here.
"Look it's not what it seems... I..." What is wrong with my brain…? I can't make a clear thought come out of my mouth. And where are my fucking clothes.
She flung something at me and it hit me on my chest. It fell on my lap. It was a box. Wrapped in gold wrapping paper and tied with a pretty red silk ribbon. What is this? A present? For me? Now?
"This was your surprise for tonight." Oh God she had a nice evening planned out and I... Jesus.
She gestured with her finger at the box. "Here? Now?" I yelled. How can she want me to open this? Shit.
Fine. I tore the bow and wrapping paper and opened the box in five seconds, all the while staring at her. I saw her eyes tear up. Her hands started to shake. I knew that whatever was in the box was important. I've never seen so much hurt in her eyes and so much emotion being held up in her chest.
She nodded towards the box, instructing me... No demanding me to look. As my eyes fell on the open box my heart stopped. There neatly placed between folded yellow, pink and blue tissue paper was a pregnancy strip. I know what they look like from all the commercials on TV. I also knew what the red line on the meant a positive result. Shit.
She's pregnant. Shit. She's pregnant. She's having my baby. My baby.
Oh God. What have I done? Jesus. My heart was thumping hard in my chest, sweat started to form on my forehead, my head was doing sprints around the tract. I can't look at her... how could I...
I finally looked up and saw raw anger and sadness in her face. "Do you see what you've done?" And just like that she turned away from the room and started running.
"Fuck, where are my fucking clothes?" I barked at Terri. I stood finding my pants on the other side of the bed. I threw them on as fast as I could, zipping them up as I started sprinting. When I got to the outside of the room she was already running through the parking lot heading for the street. I flew down the stairs.
"Cupcake wait, we need to talk, please! Give me a chance to talk to you!" She doesn't know what she's doing. She is so enraged that she hasn't realized she's running towards to street with no intention on stopping.
"I need to explain myself." I ran as fast as I could. I need to reach her before she gets hit by a car.
Then suddenly she came to a stop, and turned towards me. It was dark but I could still see her eyes, full of tears, anger and immense sadness. She didn't realize she was in the middle of the street. It was too late.
"Steph look out; get out of the way, please!" I screamed at the top of my lungs but it was too late, too dark for the driver of the SUV to see her until it hit her.
Her body was raised by the front bumper and thrown into the windshield of the SUV. She didn't land on the floor until the SUV came to a full stop. I could feel my legs give out on me as I reached her.
She was unconscious; the cut from her forehead covered most of her face with blood. There were cuts and scrapes throughout her arms. But I almost lost it when I saw blood run down from between her legs. My hands were shaking as I cupped her stomach. OH NO! Please, no... Not that. Christ.
As we drove in the ambulance to the hospital the paramedics tried to stabilize her as much as they could. She was loosing a lot of blood from her womb. I thought I felt my heart give out on me about a dozen times, and I cursed it every time I felt it start beating again.
As soon as we got to the hospital, Dr.'s and Nurses flew to her side. They took her away and I was left by myself. How could I do this to her? I don't deserve her. After all the fights about her quitting her job and becoming a housewife and mother... Jesus. She was going to try. Maybe she did love me the way I loved her.
"Excuse me sir" a nurse called out to me.
"Yes, ma'am, how is she?" I forced myself to control my horror.
"Well we are still working on her, but I think that you should notify her family and friends, she took a big hit and will probably be out for a while" She was holding my hand at this point. I could see that she was not telling me something.
"I'm her fiancé, what about the... the... b...baby, my baby" At this I felt my chest cave; I knew she wasn't going to give me any good news.
"Ok, well she was hit right on her abdomen and upper chest. She sustained a lot of internal injuries which are being worked on right now," she said with hesitation and weariness in her voice. "I'm sorry, but the impact was too severe, the baby didn't survive. I'm sorry"
"No, NOOOO, NOOOOOOO, No... No...No...No" I whispered, I openly cried for the lost of my unborn child. I had only known about him or her for less than two hours but I already loved him like he was here with us. The nurse was holding me, trying to support my weight on her shoulders.
I sat in silence in the waiting room for what seemed to me to be hours... only to realize it had only been 40 minutes since the nurse had gotten me one of those scrub shirts the Dr.'s wear, I had forgotten I was still half dressed. I pulled myself together and called Marylou first. I didn't have it in me to be here alone when her family came in.
Within 10 minutes she flew into the emergency room and demanded I tell her what happened. I did, and she was sobbing.
"They haven't come out since to say anything else about her condition, it's been and hour now since the nurse went back," I said in the most ashamed voice I could get out of me.
"You broke her heart, you did it to her again" she sobbed. "You managed to break her heart AGAIN, do you have some kind of mission?" she yelled. "She waited for you, for almost two years after you screwed her when she was sixteen" her hands had formed fists. "She cried for a whole month when you just turned around and left her laying on that floor!" She was enraged. "But you never came back; it took her two years to get over you!" She got up and was hovering over me now. "And now you managed to do it again, but now... now its worse... you... you..." she sobbed, not being able to finish the sentence.
"I know, I know" I cried.
"No, you don't know. She was willing to give it all up for you. All of it. And what do you do? You cheat on her. How long?" she demanded to know.
"God, Marylou. Do we have to do this now?" I asked solemnly.
"YES, I need to know." She yelled.
"4 months now... you have no idea how sorry I am" I pleaded, I sobbed.
"You fucking asshole. You bastard. The whole that time you've been demanding that she leave her job you've been fucking that slut." With that she walked to the other side of the room and sat at a corner chair and started sobbing.