Chapter57

#Chapter57

Stepping closer, I whisper, /"It's not that./"

Here comes the guilt. It eats away at my stomach, making me want to curl up on the floor and wail.

He sighs. /"I'm not upset with you./"

Anger boils up my throat, threatening to burst from my mouth. /"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot. If I tell you that it's not that, it's not that./"

Before he can say anything else, I leave through the front door, but I'm not sure if he knew what to say anyway. I'm not upset with you. Ugh! I want to punch a wall. He said it as if I tried to get pregnant on purpose—as if I'm trying to trap him by—oopsie—taking birth control wrong. I didn't mean to! I'm not some psycho girlfriend who's trying to get pregnant, so her heart does get smashed again.

When I reach my Aunts house, I hit my room like a hurricane, like a mother searching for her child's pot stash. Where's the pillow? I left it on the bed.