Contracted Story, Don’t Plagiarize It.
{Can You Stay Hidden?}
Andrew POV
“How do you expect me to believe you are the one that slept with me that very night? ”
Gosh, I know she will ask me? Gosh!!! Now, I have to prove myself,,, I’m fvcking the bastard that got her pregnant. Another test.
“How do you want me to prove it? What are the things you want me to do? ” I finally found my voice.
“Twerk for me. ” She uttered and I laughed. First, it came out as a chuckle but then,,, I laughed as if a laughing gas was released.
“What’s funny?? ” Now she looks serious. What I’m i even saying? She was fucking serious when she said I should twerk for her.
“You are kidding, right? ”
“Do I look kidding? ” She scoffed… But then, she leaned against her cabinet…
“You know… I’m trying to wrap this sudden news around my head but none of it seems working… Don’t bother twerking, can you stay hidden? ” She uttered, feeling sad…
“Stay hidden?? ” I stuttered, staring at her.
“Yeah, oh! What I mean is, can I take a break? I just wanna cool myself…. please… ” She pleaded with her hand clap together. I know it’s normal for her to act this way,,,, especially to the sudden news. I just nod my head and walk past her. She turned around, watching my steps. I picked my car key that was on the single arm chair. I was tempted to turn around to look at her but my ego won’t…. I guess it runs in our family,,,, my ego wasn’t allowing me to look at it for the last time till we see each other again…
I shut the door behind me, yet she didn’t bother to rush out, to stop me. My heart looks broken.. it’s more like I was rejected. Gosh! Am I expecting a lady to stop me…. I got inside my car and drove out of her compound with a blank mindset.
Cali POV…
I can’t believe I’m regretting my words, Why did I say he should prove it. His explanation is according to what happened to me. When he picked his car key. His classic expensive shoes clicked against the tiles. My mouth went dry. Was this really happening? Was he really going? What could I say to bring him back?
He didn’t look at me as he got out of the living room… I stare at the empty air,,, I rush to the window and I watch him get into the driver’s seat, just slamming the door and starting the engine. . .
I wanted to take a step backwards and run to the door, to go after him, but my feet felt like they were one with the sidewalk. All I knew was that he was leaving, and as he sped away without even a token look backward, took my heart with him.
TBC
I’m not feeling well since last week Thursday. I just manage to type this.