I woke up in my room.
"How're you feeling?" Dean said. He was laying next to me.
"I could be better. Don't know what's going on," I said.
I sat up slowly.
"Well, I know what's going on," Dean said.
He sounded pissed. Probably at my brother.
"I know it's my brother," I said.
"No, it's not," Dean said. "It's you."
"What? Me?"
"Yeah, you."
"What did I do?"
"Your brother told me about your previous boyfriend," Dean said. "He showed me a picture of you and your boyfriend. He said it was taken while I was on the road. And to THINK I trusted you. I trusted you with everything. I'm not even sure I can look at you anymore let alone be in the same room as you."
I was feeling numb while Dean spoke. My heart shattered.
"Dean-"
"I don't want to hear it, Desiree!" he said. "Give me back my ring. Now!"
"Dean, let me explain-"
"I said I don't want to hear it Desiree! I don't want to hear what you have to say. I'm through," he said.
He came over to me, picked up my left hand, and took the ring off of my left finger.
"Dean, no!" I said. Despite feeling like shit, I didn't want Dean to leave. I needed Dean by my side now more than anything.
I went after Dean.
"I'm staying with Roman tonight. You can call AJ and have her come over to stay with you. I'll go by the hospital with you tomorrow before noon to check on Dave. I'm still going to check up on him too and visit him. But other than that I don't want anything to do with you anymore," Dean said.
I saw his suitcases packed by the front door.
"Dean, please listen," I said, crying now. I grabbed ahold of his hand.
He snatched it away.
"Don't touch me," he said.
Someone had called his phone.
"I'm on my way," Dean said. I knew it was Roman he was talking to.
"Dean, it's not what you think it is. Can't you see? This is what Biggy wanted. He wanted to break us up!" I said, through a stream of tears. My stomach was also acting up again.
Dean ignored me and opened the front door. I pushed past him and I slammed the door shut again.
"You're going to stop right there and listen to what I have to fucking say," I said. "I've been nothing, NOTHING, but good to you. I let you into my heart, my life, my son's life, into my home, and EVERYTHING. Me and you fight each day just to be with each other. And you know what? We can win and be together, but you can't believe any lies, Dean. ESPECIALLY, not my brother's lies."
Dean just coldly stared at me.
"Move, Desiree. I'm not going to tell you again," he warned me.
I stood my ground in front of him.
"Dean, I'm fucking pregnant with your child. And you're going to LEAVE me?"
"I know that. I'll check on you to see how you're doing and I'll help you however I can. But I still don't want anything to do with you besides that," Dean said.
"Dean-"
Dean pushed past me, opened the door, and walked out of the door with his suitcases.
"Dean!"
I grabbed his arm. This time he shoved me off of him.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" Dean yelled at me.
He continue to descend down the porch steps and towards Roman's car. I saw him pack his bags into the car and get into the passenger's seat. I watched as the car disappeared into the night.
My legs wouldn't let me move. I stood there like a statue, with tears falling down my eyes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my brother.
"So he left. Good," he said.
I shrugged Biggy's hand off of my shoulder and turned to look at him in the face.
"FUCK YOU! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU!" I screamed, hitting him.
"Desiree! Stop! I was only looking out for you!"
"YOU ONLY DID THIS TO BREAK ME AND DEAN UP! FUCK YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! GET AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE! NOW!" I continued to scream.
I ran past Biggy, went back into the house, slammed the door, and locked it.