It's Different Now [6]

“This is your apartment?” I asked as I walked inside a building that looked small from the outside but was huge on the inside. The walls were made of red bricks, a little too picture perfect, and the door was made of some thick metal. All the furniture looked brand new. A black leather couch and love seat. A glass kitchen table with flowers on them. The only part of the apartment that looked used was his kitchen. It, like any other normal place of residence, had dishes in the sink.

“Yeah, what’re you hungry for?” He changed the subject. I walked over to the refrigerator he was looking in and saw a whole lot of food in there.

“I don’t know, what do you want?” I asked as I pulled myself up to sit on the counter(Not very easy for a pregnant girl, not even one that is only two months along).

“Ah, I know.” He said and grabbed a whole bunch of ingredients from the fridge. He got out a pan and went to work.

“Are you going to tell me how you bought this place because I know this is out of the price range of a receptionist in this town.” I asked curiously.

“When Allie died she left me some money. She made a will after she got sick and they told her it was fatal. That’s all you need to know.” He said without taking his attention away from the food.

“How much money because this place doesn’t look cheap? I probably couldn’t afford one month in this place with my whole salary for a year.” I said.

“Enough to last me a very, very long time. About 100 million.” He said. I choked on the air I was breathing and made a horrible coughing sound.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shouted.

“Eat. The baby needs food. What’s the sex anyway?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Boy. In seven short months I will have a baby boy. Probably the only man I will ever love again, besides my dad.” I said thinking of Dan and his reaction to the baby.

“That’s not true! Remember Brad Pitt?” He asked, making fun of the crush I used to have on him after I saw fight club.

“Great, bring that up. Anyway, Dan is probably going to stay away from me now and try to mend things with Olivia. I am completely on my own with this. My family will be there but what am I supposed to tell my son when he asks ‘where’s my daddy?’” I asked, mostly to myself. “Maybe I should consider adoption.”

“No, you wouldn’t want that. What happens when he find out he’s adopted and comes and finds you. Will you be able to answer the question ‘why didn’t you want me?’ I don’t think you will.” He told the truth. “What’re you going to name him?” He changed the subject again.

“I don’t know, I still have a long time to choose.” I said as I took another bite of…whatever he made.

“Yeah, but you don’t want to be in the delivery room and be stressed and name him something boring like…Wilbur or Fred.” He made a good point. “What’s you’re favorite band?” He asked.

“I really doubt I can name my kid Nirvana. I’ll pick out a name later. It doesn’t matter right now.” I said.

*Three hours later*

I sat in my room reading one of those books about what is going to happen to my body during pregnancy. Apparently, the morning sickness goes away, thank God. I heard a knock at the door in the living room but ignored it.

“Leigh, it’s for you. Brett seems pretty mad.” Jess said as she opened my door. Brett pushed her out of the way and into the wall outside my room and slammed my door so hard I thought it would break.

“Is it true? Are you pregnant with Dan’s kid? Olivia told me that you told her. Are you?” He asked.

“Just hold on okay.” I said as I got off the bed and walked towards him. “It’s true. I wanted to tell you but-”

“But you’re a lying, cheating, bitch!” He yelled before his hand came down and inflicted the same pain on my face that it always did when he hit me. I fell to the ground for the second time that day, but with more force. “You’re getting an abortion! I am not letting this bastard child live!” He said before he stormed out of the house. Good thing my parents were at dinner because my dad would have shot him if her heard that. Instead of trying to get up, I curled into a ball on the cold hardwood flooring.

“Leigh, are you okay? Does the baby feel okay?” Jess asked when she noticed what happened.

“I’m fine.” I lied with tears streaming down the burning cheek he slapped me on.

“You have to break up with him.” She told me what I have been knowing for over a year.

“I cant, he’ll hurt me and the baby more. He just has a bad temper.” I defended him halfheartedly.

“He is going to put you in the hospital, if not a coffin, if you don’t get an abortion! Leigh, you have to break up with him!” She ordered me again.

“I cant!” I screamed through the sobbing. I laid there and let the tears fall on my already tear stained cheeks.