Page 5 of Chance

"Good. So, are you still living with your parents? I can't imagine they took this well." He frowns at me.

"No, they didn't. They have some rules I have to follow. But I work, and I'm saving up to move. I need to buy a lot of stuff, I guess I won't be moving soon,"I mutter the end more to myself as I look over the lake. The sun is nearly set now and the air is getting a little cold.

"I'm going to help. What are the rules?"he asks, pulling my attention back to him.

"Well, you know the guy I was with, Kyle? I have to date him and marry him when the baby is born, or they will kick me out,” I say as tears fall from my eyes, and I don't stop speaking.

"Everything is so fucked up. I get millions when I turn twenty-one, but I can't touch it yet. My parents don't give a crap about me, but I have to think of the baby and go on those stupid dates with that moron."Seb runs a soothing hand down my back, but I pull away again as I can’t have him comforting me.

"You’re not alone anymore, May. I will sort this mess out and help you, I promise you." He pulls my chin gently to face him and scans my face for something.

"I don't need your charity, Sebastian. Kyle may be a moron, but he is reliable. I guess he might make me happy one day. I can't be irresponsible anymore."I flinch a little as Seb moves closer to me, close enough that I can feel his body heat, and it makes me shiver.

"You are fucking kidding me, right? He is a douchebag, May. I know you hate me right now–and I don't blame you–but I'm that baby's dad, and I won't have you living with him."His words are strong and meant to make anyone listen.

"You don't have any say in what I do, Sebastian. Don't you think you have broken me enough?" I shout at him before standing up to calm down. "Take me home," I say, walking away from him.

"No, I'm sorry. I just can't stand the idea, and you don't want him. Not really. Let me help you,"he says, following me.

"No, it's bad enough I have to be around you for a long, damn time because I'm carrying your child, but I won't owe you anything. I can't. So take me home, please?"I say over my shoulder.

Seb looks like he wants to say something, but he just moves to follow me as I walk to his car. He unlocks it and helps me in. When he shuts my door, he grabs his hair with both hands and shouts to the empty parking lot before getting into the car.

Around twenty, silent, minutes later, he pulls up my stupid, long drive that's all grey stones and fake brush. Seb is used to it, but we always used to joke around about the lack of colour in the house being reflective of my mother’s lack of personality.

"Thanks for the lift. I’ll message you about next week," I say and go to open the door, but Sebastian grabs my hand.

"I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am, but please, one day, let me explain. I’ve been a mess since you left," he says honestly. I want to feel sorry for him, but I can’t no matter how much I want to deny everything.

"Really, Seb? From what I’ve heard, you have slept with nearly the whole town. Did you fuck that girl after I left, too, now that I was out of your way?" I shout the last part and pull my hand away.

"I'm sorry,” is all he says, and I don't look at him. We don’t talk anymore, the tension is thick in the car.

"Yes, me too, because I trusted you and look where it got me." I open the door and slam it before walking into my house.I hear his car engine as he pulls away, and my anger transforms into worry as I see my mother pacing the entrance hall with a tumbler empty of whatever she was drinking.

"Where have you been? Is that Sebastian's car, you stupid girl?” she whines as I shut the door behind me with a bang. “Kyle called and said you left without him, but he didn't say anything else! Lucky for you, we have made plans for you to go out next Saturday together." I can’t believe what she is saying as she mutters on, still extremely loud and annoying.

"Yes, we ran into him at the restaurant, and he wants to be involved with my baby,"I tell her, hoping she will look relieved; if anything, she looks madder.

"That can't happen. You won't see that boy again!" she shouts at me. My mother moves closer and grabs my chin roughly in her hand to make me look at her. Her fake nails are digging into my skin, making me wince as I try to move away.

"You will stay away from that boy. He is no good, and Kyle will make you happy. If you see him again, I will chuck you out of this house and disown you for good,"she shouts into my face, the disgusting smell of smoke and vodka overwhelming me.

"He is the father, I can't."

She slaps me hard across the face, and I stumble back a little.I can't believe my mother just did that, she hasn't hit me since she found out I was pregnant. Tears form in my eyes, but I hold them back.

"I won't see him again, I'm sorry,"I say, shaking a little. It’s not that I’m afraid of her, but I can’t help my body’s reaction to being hurt.

"You’d best not," she says curtly and walks away.

Shaking off the terrible evening, I head to the kitchen, grab a Pot Noodle out of the cupboard, and pop it into the microwave while I make myself a glass of orange juice.I've been crazy about Pot Noodles for months, and iced tea, too. I’ve come to the conclusion that pregnancy cravings are weird, mainly when I crave those things at the same time.

I eat in the kitchen quietly before cleaning up and going to my room. I don’t see my parents, but that’s not unusual. They both have separate bedrooms on different sides of the house, and my father hasn’t looked at me since I told them I was pregnant.

I look at myself in the mirror and see the massive, red mark on my face. Damn, that's going to bruise, and I have no money for makeup. I just have to leave it and leave my long, black hair down to cover it. I brush my hair, looking at my bright, brown eyes and sigh at the fact they remind me of my mother. Everything else about me looks like my father, the thick, pitch-black hair and round face. I even have his slightly small nose, which most people say is cute, but I say it’s not.

I grab my PJ’s and have a shower before dressing in them, I feel a little better now, but the stress of the night is quickly catching up to me.

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