"Don't put your happiness in other peoples hands. They'll drop it. They'll drop it every time."Abby Harver heaved another brown cardboard box into her arms as the words escaped her lips stealing one last glance back at Michael Corinthos, who sat on the carpeted floor of the apartment the two had previously shared. Their home. The one they had planned to start a family in…Michael was only nineteen years old, too young for the heartache that had just been thrust upon him.
"You would know, wouldn't you?" A bitter laugh escaped his mouth, barely even looking at her or her perturbing abdomen.
"Michael, I know I hurt you. There's nothing I could ever do or say to make up for what I did. You've been through so much already…" Abby was at a loss for words, a mixture of emotions.
"Why hurt me, then? Nobody was ever forcing you to stay with the charity case! Here I am thinking that I've found the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with but, you're screwing around with my cousins brother! How is that fair to me? I loved you! I say loved because how could I love someone I can't even look in the eye? Please, just get out of here!" Michael snapped on edge, images of seeing Abby on top of Ethan Lovett riding his dick, screaming his name.
"Maybe everyone was right-I should have left you alone. I'll go." Abby lowers her voice knowing she probably wouldn't see Michael again-at least not for awhile. Abby had loved Michael but, Abby related to Ethan on a deeper level. She shouldn't have ever let things get this out of hand, Abby wasn't this type of woman.
"Goodbye Abby." Michael retreated to the bedroom, sharply slamming the door so hard that it shook the walls.
"Goodbye." Abby softly whispered a lone tear slipping down her face before picking up the last box and walking out of the apartment, walking to her car.
"I'll probably have to do this on my own…Ethan didn't say much when I told him that I was pregnant. It's not like I haven't been by myself my whole life, I'll be fine." Abby threw the box in the back of her car, hoping she had enough money for a hotel room.
"Just exactly where do you think you're going, and who said anything about you being alone?" Boomed a voice from behind her knocking the breath from her…had Travis finally found her again? Hesitation filling her every move, Abby slowly turned around her keys clutched in her right hand, anxiety and apprehension filled her frame.
"Jesus Christ, Ethan! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME!" Abby shouted hitting his arm both relived and mad.
"My bad, I called your name a couple of times. I didn't mean to bring up anything bad for you, love." Ethan tended to forget that Abby had trauma.
"It's fine, you're good. I was just in my thoughts. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Abby shrugged his concern off.
"Why do you do that? You try to push away anyone who cares about you. I just needed some time but, I'm not a complete ass. I'd never just jet off when I know that a woman is pregnant with my child. Frankly, I'm surprised you'd think that of me." Ethan admitted he was a little offended.
"Why do you care?" Abby ignored most of what he said, getting straight to the point.
"We haven't just been fucking for the hell of it." Ethan scoffed.
"Isn't that what you do?" Abby rose a brow, Ethan Lovett wasn't exactly known for staying interested in one person for too long.
"I might be a casual type of man but, I do have feelings. There's never been anyone else I'd consider cutting off my bachelor behavior for. If you don't want to be with me, just say that. I'll be there for my child regardless." Ethan looked at her, both unsure of what exactly would happen…