A/N: I wanted to post this part so that there's a cliff hanger:) There will be three parts to this chapter I'm posting this on the go so if there are any mistakes I'll fix them later! Dont forget to review all that good stuff after reading it please and thank you!

Chapter 9: Regression: Part 1

I finally get there surprised that I'm still awake knowing I'll be ridiculed for it later. I use my old key to open the door and close it behind me. I walk into the living room where Ian is sitting in the floor in front of a beer bottle.

He looks up at me blankly, "Helloooo love. You look hot."

"Um thank you?"

"You look sooooo fuckable. Pfft who am I kidding you always look fuckable." He tries getting up but ends up sliding back down the wall.

"Really? You got drunk?"

"Mhmmm"

I roll my eyes then put out my hand to help him up. "Oh good lord!" It practically takes all my strength to get Ian on his feet. Once standing he wobbles a little then finds his balance. "I still can't believe your drunk," I mumble more to myself.

"Well why the fuck not? You… You like ripped my heart out and then you go and and um date that one guy… Marcus! Yeah that's the motherfuckers name more like wifefucker. Did he fuck you? I mean the man is stupid if he didn't with you looking like… like I don't know really sexy. I know you must be reaaaally horny we haven't sex in like I don't know a month? That's a long time I would know because my arm is gonna fall off soon if you know what I mean."

Ian laughs at himself and all I can do is stare wide-eyed. I've never seen him drunk maybe a tad bit tipsy but never drunk. From what I've heard, though he is an emotional drunk which I'm not sure is too bad right now.

"Are you gonna take me back like ever? It sucks being single… separated… I don't know. It's kinda sad and lonely around here then I think about you and then I think about um," A V forms between his eyebrows then disappears when he pokes my stomach. "That I think about the little invader that will forever be a cock-block."

He drops to his knees and grabs my hips, "You know man we are going to have to talk because you starting problems. Where are you going to come from? Like your mom is really tight and small and you're small too but not smaller than that really nice pussy of hers. I'm gonna need that especially if you want brothers and sisters we have got to cooperate dude. Your mom doesn't want to have back and feet pains and be emotional all the time." His voice drops to a whisper, "But between you and me she's always a tad bit emotional."

I don't know whether to aww or slap Ian, he's venting to our child what the fuck?

Ian looks up at me and smiles, "Hi."

"Uh hi?"

He gets up on his feet and grabs my arms, "You are hot and I want to fuck you like hard."

"I'm not having sex with you especially like this."

His left hand moves to my behind giving it a firm grab, "Why not?"

"First of all you're drunk, second you obviously have shit to sort out, third you won't remember in the morning, and lastly the smell of booze is not a turn on especially when I'm pregnant."

Ian's eyes get glossy with unshed tears, "You're rejecting me?"

"Yeah."

"But I love you. Is this because of that one guy? Did he steal you from me?" His grip on my arm gets tighter.

"No he didn't it has nothing to do with Marcus."

"I can't lose you the thought of losing you just…." Ian holds my arm tighter and I try to pull out of it but cant.

"Ian let go you're not losing me."

"It doesn't feel that way. It feels like you're slowly drifting away."

"Stop it you're hurting me just let go we can talk about this tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? You'll just run away again with my son and I'll be alone all over again!"

"I'm not going anywhere Ian please let go of my arm!" I try to pry his fingers off my arm being pushed to the brink of tears from the pain.

"You always tell me that and leave! This time you can't be a selfish bitch and take my kid with you!"

I look down with tears falling down my cheeks too afraid to look up into Ian's anger filled eyes. Every time he yells at me, I jump. For the first time in my life, I'm afraid of him.

"You don't understand what you leaving does to me! I don't even know how to react I end up crying and angry like a fucking idiot! I'm sick of running after you I'm sick of having to try to show you just how much I love you! No matter what I do, it never gets through your thick fucking skull! You're tired of the pain I put you through? I'm tired of the pain you put me through!"

Tears are streaming down my face from the fear and the now numb feeling in my arm. All I want is to get out of here unharmed. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry please just let me go I won't leave Louisiana I won't take your child away. Please I just want to go home."

After a moment of silence, he lets me go and I quickly make my way to the door but not before taking the keys to all his cars.

Point of View: Ian Somerhalder

I grab the whiskey bottle of the table and pull out my phone once the door closes. "Hey can you come over? I know it's late but I don't feel like being alone."

"Um sure?"

I hang up and sit on the stairs finishing off the bottle. By time I'm done, she's at my door. "It's open!"

She walks in and closes the door behind her. Gosh, she is the spitting image of Tiara.

"What did you need?"

I grab her hand and lead her upstairs, "C'mon I hope you don't mind staying the night."