I'm writing this at 2 in the morning while watching American Horror Story, oh the joy of Netflix, and may I add that the freak show is the saddest season yet.
I ran all the way to the park before I stopped. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest, not because I ran half a mile but because the person I love, the person I'm having a baby with is cheating on me. I broke down and cried harder then I ever had before. There was a lump in my throat and an emptiness in my heart. I finally fell to the ground.
"(Name)!" I heard someone call. I didn't bother to look up I just sat there, crying. I felt someone's hand on my back.
"Go away." I managed to say.
"No, you just ran half a mile and your pregnant I can't leave you." I knew who it was, the only person that understood.
"Beau, it hurts." I said as I slipped into his arms.
"I know, I know." He said while stroking my hair like he did earlier that night.
"Did he say anything to you?" I asked
"No."
"Well I don't want to talk to him tonight."
"Ok ok not tonight, tomorrow."
"We'll see."
"Let's go, we can go to Daniel's." He said and I nodded as he helped me up.
