I walked into the kitchen just in time to her him say that I'm not worth it, that I'm not worth his time or his breath. That he wasn't gonna tell me he didn't want to be with me. Becaue he knew that it would make me cry and he didn't want to see that (supposedly). I knew that what he said he had ment but as soon as he saw me he started being all nice and told the person on his cell that he had to go. He came up to me and held me and told me what he always did. He didn't know that I heard everything. Everything he said. I know that i couldn't hold on to him forever but I didn't tell him that I had heard.
I still held on for a couple of more days. But in that time period I wasn't as close as I had been. Everything I heard kept on repeating in my head every time I saw him. I knew that I had to tell him soon so one day I did. When I told him he called me a whore. He said I was a slut. But he never said it to my face, he said it to his friends and he said it on the phone. But never to my face. Then he came to me and asked me what the fuck is wrong with me. And I yelled at him, "I'm PREGNANT!!! That's what's wrong with me!" and he just started calling me a whore. And he stormed off. Then he came up to me and asked me, "Are you sure your pregnant?" I told him yes. Told him that I have taken the test 5 different times and that it had turned pink. He said okay and left. Later on that day he came up to me and asked me, "Whose the father?" of course I replied, "You," he asked me, "Are you sure?" and I replied, "Yes I'm sure its yours!" and again he asked me if I was sure, and I said yes; all this time I was thinking 'WHOSE ELSE WOULD IT BE?'.
