Chapter Two

Ruthie wasn't about to just eat cereal that morning. Her mom always kept bacon and eggs in the house and she decided to cook that for herself and Martin.

Martin had stayed quiet the whole time since they had left her room. He just watched her as she prepared their morning meal. She wondered what was bothering him and if had anything to do with what he wanted to tell her, but she couldn't think of anything that could ruin this morning.

They ate in silence, Martin trying to figure out a way to tell Ruthie without it hurting her to greatly, but nothing came to him. The only way to not hurt her was to not tell her and he couldn't do that, not to her. He could tell that she knew there was something bothering him, she could always tell, and he knew she was just going to worry until he told her.

"Martin," Ruthie began, being feed up with the silence, "what's wrong?"

"I wish I didn't have to tell you, Ruthie," he began, already feeling his heart cracking.

"Tell me what?" she asked, worry lacing her voice.

"You remember Simon and Rose's friend Sandy? The one who kept coming down here a few months ago."

"Yes…" Ruthie wasn't sure were he was going with this. Sandy was a nice girl, if you could get past the whole practically stalking Martin thing.

"I met her when I went to visit Simon this summer. We went out once and we sort of –"

"No," Ruthie interrupted him. "No…"

"We slept together, Ruthie, and now she's pregnant."

"No. I don't believe you. You're…you're lying. Playing some sort of prank."

"Ruthie, it's true. I'm so, so sorry but it's true."

"Get out."

"Ruthie, please, listen."

"GET OUT!"

"No, Ruthie. I let you kick me out the last time. I won't let you again. I love you, not Sandy. I want to be with you."

Ruthie didn't want to believe what she was hearing. She didn't want to believe Martin had done this. It broke her heart to hear that he had gotten Sandy pregnant and it hurt her so much to just look at Martin.

Martin had moved around the table, hoping to console Ruthie. But as he got near she started hitting him. Not hard but it broke his heart even more to know he was the cause of her pain. "I hate you," she kept saying over and over again. She finally gave up on the hitting him as he held her and just clung to him as tightly as he could, tears falling quickly down her face.

"I know," he whispered to her. "I hate me too."