Page 64 of Abigail's King

“I will arrange for the rest of my bags to be picked up.”

He looked over at me and then went back to his original position, barely acknowledging I was there. I didn’t want to say goodbye, but felt that I needed to.

“I hope one day you will come and find out exactly what I had to say to you. Thank you for keeping me safe…”

I hesitated from saying the words I was desperate to say: I love you. Instead, I said only two.

“Goodbye, Kye.”

He never moved and showed no reaction as I turned and walked away and out the door to the waiting car. The driver took my bag and went to help me into the car. I took one final glance back at the house and noticed Kye standing at the window. His expression did not change. I turned away as the car drove up the driveway and away from the man I loved. I picked up my phone; I at least needed to let Mateus know I was leaving. He answered almost immediately.

“Abigail, are you carrying my niece or nephew?”

Even though I didn’t feel like it I laughed at his enthusiasm at the thought of being an uncle. It was just a shame that the father didn’t feel the same way,

“Mateus, I will answer that question, but before you go into one, I need to explain something.”

“Abigail, what’s happened?”

I took a deep breath. How did I explain to Kye’s older brother that he had chucked the mother of his child out of his house without him going into a meltdown? I decided just to rip off the plaster and tell him.

“Yes, I am pregnant, but I am on my way back to the UK. Kye chucked me out. He doesn’t know I’m pregnant, and I would like it to stay that way for now.”

“What the fuck? No, Abigail, he has to know. You can’t just leave. I’m sure he didn’t mean whatever he said.”

“Mateus, he meant every single word. He’s changed. Something has happened to him, and I’m not sure I want to be around him now. Especially in my condition. Can you get my bags from the house, and I will arrange with you to pick them up? I’m not going to break contact with you or your family. I will keep you updated and come back in a couple of months, once I have gotten myself together.”

“But, Abigail…”

I couldn’t keep up this much longer. I had kept myself together for so long, and I knew I was about to break. I needed to end this conversation, and quickly.

“Just look out for him Mateus. I think he has hit the bottom, and I’m not sure he will come back this time. I’ll speak to you soon.”

I heard him desperately trying to keep me on the line as I ended the call, just as we were pulling up to the airport.

This was it. The start of my new life back in the UK, pregnant and alone.

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