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I stood to my feet, unable to process the worry that came with feeling this way.

"Are you drunk?" I asked after a while of thinking deeply about it.

"No." He said in a low voice.

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes with a sigh, "I'm coming over."

I wished I had a change of clothes but I was left with no option than to leave the same way that I had come.

*

"Hey.” He dragged his words. "Look who decide to show up." His house was deserted and rough, and unable to construct his words without taking me aback. It seemed like he had been throwing stuff around out of anger.

"Chad." I groaned, picking random pillows from the floor and setting them right on the couch.

He was sitting on the floor so when I moved to stand beside him, he went on his knees and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I promise you, I wasn’t having sex with Rebecca last night, she wanted to talk about what we would do to the pregnancy." He sobbed into my laps.