Gone

Chapter 82 [Blaze] What's meant to be...

Hey my amazing Gone addicts that I love so freaking much! Sorry for the longish wait. I loved getting your feedback from the last chapter. Juliana's pregnant and going to be a mother! How do you think Blaze is going to react to this news?! I shall let you get your read on and find out. I love you guys to death. I'm so sorry with all of my heart that I don't treat this story like my other story Dominant Desires that has gotten very popular. I love my fans for this story too, Gone is my baby, but I think the reason it's so difficult for me to upload is simply because it's been dragged on for so long! I was running out of ideas because I always used to throw in things to shock you, but lately it's just been so difficult writing Gone.

Chapter 85 will most likely be the last chapter but I have a surprise for you! I'll be doing a 10 years later chapter letting you know where everyone is and how they are. :) I love all of my Gone fans. Please don't forget that. <3

    Time passes by slower than it ever has in my life. I watch the clock on the wall and concentrate on the ticking sounds to keep my mind focused on the situation but it just seems to make my mind go blank. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Over and over again this annoying sound runs through my head and ears before I lean forward and rest my face in my hands. I'm sweating bullets either because I need my fix which isn't a good sign at all, or it could be due to the fact that there's a huge possibility that my girlfriend is pregnant with my baby right now.

    I could be a fucking father. . . This thought just drives me insane and I feel like ripping out every piece of my hair because at first I was happy but now I'm not so much. My own dad treated me like a piece of shit for my whole life, the times where he was around, and he beat me all the time. The first time I got hit and abused by him was when I was five years old and the older I got, the worse and more physical he became. Verbal too but he liked action more than talk.

     After stabbing him and having him go to the hospital and rehab, finally my mom decided to leave him and then we found out he was dead. Just like that he was sucked right into hell and vanished from this world. He got murdered in an alley for whatever reason that we didn't even bother to find out and he was the worst man I've ever met in my life. He was an evil person and was the most terrible dead beat dad, so how would I be? Don't you parent exactly how you were raised?

    I have so much shit racing through my mind so I quickly rush to my feet and make my way out of the waiting room and out the door. Once I'm outside I light up a cigarette and try to let myself calm down and relax, but it fails to work for the first time in a while.

   As soon as I flick the filter out and turn to walk through the door I almost bump straight into someone because of not paying attention. "Fuck. . . my bad," I immediately say, glancing up at their face to realize that it's Juliana. "Oh, Julie..."

    Her face is pale and there's nothing happy or positive about the way she's gazing at me intently, watching my every movement for a while until I can't take it anymore. Right when I'm about to speak up is when she places her hand on her flat stomach and drops her gaze to stare down at it. And right then and there, I know what the results are.

    In nothing but shock and confusion I turn to walk away from her, sitting down on the curb of the sidewalk and staring down at my shoes in fear. The moment she sits down beside me she links her arms around mine and rests her head against my shoulder, the both of us releasing a deep and nervous breath at the same exact time. I tightly close my eyes and cover my face with my hands that are now sweaty and shaking. My breathing quickens and all I can do to stop myself from breaking down is to block every thought out of my head.

   "Blaze," she suddenly says, her tone raspy and quiet. "I'm. . . I'm pregnant."

   It hits me hard and it's to the extreme but it kills me because I know I have to be strong for her. I have to man the fuck up and get my shit together because this is my girlfriend and I love her more than anything in the world. But aren't I supposed to be honest with her? Aren't I supposed to tell her exactly what I'm thinking about this situation and how I feel? I just don't know.