I sat down on the couch. Slam. He went inside his room. I leaned on the couch and closed my eyes. I was tense and so was my child. I hugged my legs and went to a mini nap, sitting down.
I woke in a while, looking around for anybody. I stood up and looked out the window. His car was still here. He must have been at home. I heard someone walk in, I turned around to see Rebekah with a cold smile. She obviously didn't feel like smiling but was just trying to make me feel better.
"Bekah" I said and gave her a warm smile. She came closer. "Can we talk Hayley?" I nodded. "Hayley I understand that you're pregnant. That you're stressed and hormonal but…" I knew where this was going "…I think you should give him a break Hayley". I looked up at her. "You're on his side as well now?" "Don't get me wrong, I dislike my brother very much. But even I wouldn't go that far. I mean come on, are you seriously telling me he's no better than Marcel?" I looked down. "He knew what I meant. He doesn't care about me or my baby. I hate seeing him faking it". "Come on Hayley! Stop being a bitch! He's doing more than he possible could" I stared at her, made a 'whatever' face and turned around to leave. "He cried you know". I stopped at a halt. "I mean not literally. But his eyes watered up and all when I went to talk to him about it" I turned to face her to make sure she wasn't lying. "I thought he was joking so I laughed a little and almost got myself daggered" I sat down on the couch holding my stomach. "I'm scared of getting hurt, Rebekah" "I know Hayley, just give him a chance to be the father he wants to be" I looked at the stairs. "I should go talk to him" she nodded with agreement.
I went up the stairs and opened his door. It was empty. I sighed and thought he's probably gone. I chose instead to go to my room. I opened the room and stared at the painting on the wall. It was the same painting from that night, from the night. I understood where I had to look for him.
I looked at all the doors one by one. My head started spinning from the number of rooms in this large house. Finally, at the end of the corridor I saw a door with a pain drip on it. It had to be the room. I walked in and noticed the dark paintings and sketches all over the place. He was standing in front of a canvas, colouring darkness. He had his shirt off. I walked to him. "Rebekah I swear to god I am not in the mood." I stopped behind him and he turned around, annoyed. "Rebekah stop creeping me out" he snapped and stood still when he saw me. "Hayley?" I looked down. Something about being so close to his shirtless body made me shiver. "Hayley why are you here? Is everything OK?" I stepped back "I'm sorry, I'll leave if I you're bothered" "No wait, I just thought. Stay" he muttered.