Page 38 of Chance

I walk through the house to find the downstairs toilet is in use, so I head to the upstairs one, which is open. When I'm finished, I open the door to an angry-looking Elena glaring at me with her arms crossed. It hurts seeing her and knowing she had my Seb, but it doesn't matter, I realise. I have the man I've always wanted, and everything happened for a reason. I believe Seb is more of a man now than he was a year ago.

"Move out of the way." I glare at her, knowing Seb has been having problems with Elena turning up and acting crazy for weeks.

"No, you need to leave Sebastian alone. He is mine. He spent months fucking me, and then you turn up like you own him. He is mine," she growls the end part at me and moves closer.

I look at her, seeing the changes from the put-together, popular girl I knew from school. She has the same crazy look in her eyes, which she has always had, but it seems she has let herself go a little. Elena’s hair is all messed up and up in a ponytail, she isn't wearing makeup, and she smells drunk. I realise she really isn't well as she starts pulling her hair slightly around her bony fingers as she watches me. Well, more stares at my large bump.

"You need to see a doctor and get some help. Sebastian isn't yours, he never was," I say gently.

"He is mine, you stupid, little bitch," she screams. I take a step back, wanting to protect my unborn baby in case she hurts me.

"You were not invited," Harley’s dark voice carries across the hallway to us. I watch as he walks in big steps to Elena’s side and gently pushes his way past her, standing in front of me.

"I don't care, she needs to go," she whines at Harley and grabs onto his arm.

"Leave, or I’m calling the police, Elena,"he says with no emotion in his tone, pulling her hand away from him.

"Fine, this isn't over, bitch," she says loudly, full of hate.

It makes me shiver, and I’m glad I can’t see her. I close my eyes as tears fall, and I feel Harley's arms around me, hugging me into his side.

"It's okay, she will let it go eventually. Are you all right? I’m not good with crying women," he jokes, rubbing my back. I start to cry because I can't control my emotions.

"What's going on?" Seb’s voice comes from the doorway, there’s only worry in his tone.

"Elena," Harley says darkly.

"Fuck. Give her to me. Thanks, bro," Seb says as he scoops me up into his arms and takes me to his old bedroom. I notice it has a new bed in it with a new mattress, but it somehow still smells like him in here. That relaxes me. Seb sits on the bed, with me draped across his lap.

"I'm sorry, May. I didn't know she was here, and I will deal with her. I might have to go to the police and get a restraining order," he says while tenderly kissing my neck.

“I think you might be right,” I tell him, as I press myself into his neck.

“She won’t stop, I don’t want to be cruel to her because I feel like I was cruel in a way by using her. I don’t want her near you,” he says gently.

“She used you just as much, that’s just who she is. It’s not like you promised her anything,” I tell him firmly.

I knew Elena in school, and I doubt she has changed much. Elena was a rich girl with parents who adored her as she was their only child. The amount of things she used to get away with was unreal, and she used every guy she was with, most of the time dumping them after she got what she wanted.

“I know, I’m sorry she is still around reminding you of my past,” he mutters.

"It's not that, I'm just over-emotional, and I've never had a family to protect me. It was nice to have Harley protect me," I tell him, gently kissing his neck. I feel him shudder underneath me.

"I meant it when I said my family is yours, May. Harley has always been the protector of us. We owe him a lot for helping us grow up and teaching us right from wrong.”

“I’m sorry he had to step up like that. I never asked, but didn’t you have any grandparents or other family members who could have helped?” I ask.

“Well, we asked once, but our father said his dad was dead and that he had no siblings.”

“Your grandmother?” I ask.

“No idea, I wouldn’t have any idea who to ask about her anyway. Harley was enough for me, he was the dad I never had,” he says with a slight frown. I reach up to kiss his cheek.

“He’s a bit young to have a son your age.” I bump his shoulder with a grin.

“Harley was old before his time, hence why we call him ‘old man’ sometimes,” Seb sayswith a cheeky smile.

"I see that. You all seem to respect him even though he isn't that much older than you,"I comment.

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