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Chapter 26: Farewell

A filler to feed your curiosity

My mouth went dry as my jaw dropped.

I couldn't believe he was standing in front of me.

His light eyes were glossed with life, he grew out his beard and he some bags under his eyes.
He seemed restless.

"Hi champ." I say bleakly.

He studied my face for a moment and then the item I was about to purchase.

"Hi Angel."
The fact he still called me that, made my heart flutter. I wanted to smile so badly, but I kept it in.
He was so beautiful.

I look behind me nervously, since I was being stalked and even though the media has calmed down, I was still being cautious.

"How are you?" Part of me wanted to indulge in conversation, the other half was torn between running away and bursting into tears, or just doing both.
"I've been better." He replies, his eyes still studying my face and then down my body.

Touch me. I need your touch.

"And yourself? How have you been?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I've been worse." I point out and I see him almost scoff.

"What are you doing here? I mean, shouldn't your servants be here for you?" I tease and he chuckles quietly.

I could still make him laugh.

"Picking up some things for Brooke." He says and I press my lips together.
"Oh...how is she?" I ask.

Did I really care?

"Good." He assures.
I sigh and look down. I clutch the pregnancy test towards me and look towards the cash register.
"For a friend?" He asks, pointing to my item.

His voice was still so deep and sensual.

"I wish." I mumble, low enough so he cant hear. Instead I just simply shrug and slowly move past him.

"Angel." He calls after me and I turn around to face him.

"I'm actually glad I ran into you. I guess it's only fair to tell you that I'm leaving." He says and I frown.

"What do you mean?" I ask silently.

"I'm moving back to Europe. I don't know where yet but I know I'm going back. Brooke wants to be there for her pregnancy and birth."

My world then shatters, everything does.

"When do you leave?" I croak, my face is turning red, due to the fact that I was about to burst into tears.

"Tonight."
Hurry and rush the conversation.

"Oh. I...uh...wish you the best. I know you're going to be a great father." I say and quickly turn around.

I rushed to the cashier and tossed the pregnancy test on the table.

I fished my pockets for a twenty and slid it towards him.

He took the money and I grabbed the box.
"Ma'am your change!" The cashier called after me, but I was gone.

I bolted towards my car and I couldn't even pull away before I burst into tears.

Breathing in deeply as I let out heavy sighs.

No. He's leaving and there's nothing I could do about it.

I couldn't tell him how I felt.
I couldn't tell him anything.

I sobbed and sobbed and collapsed on the steering wheel.

I couldn't drive.
So I sat in the parking lot and cried like a newborn baby.

My body rushing with heat, I sit up quickly and start the car.

I pull off and rub my eyes, sniffling to myself.

Please don't leave me.

I needed him here.

I needed to tell him.


I pulled up the 7-11 quickly, remembering I had to get Damon's drink.

I looked in the mirror and my face was flushed and my nose was pink.

My eyes and lips were swollen from my small outburst and I sighed and tugged my hoodie on.

I walked into the store and walked to the back and searched for his drink.

And as if my day couldn't get any stranger.

I look to the front and see two people checking out their items.

I see the long hair and the familiar face...it's Brooke.

I move around the corner to get a look at the man she's with and notice...

It's my fucking brother; Blaine.

I clutch my stomach and back away, hitting my back up against the aisle.

Brooke and Blaine are checking out simply candies and I'm about to have another anxiety attack.

They leave the store and I watch them as they climb in a black Lexus and drive off.

What the actual fuck? I purchase Damon's drink and leave the store, speeding back towards the house as my mind began racing.

My palms grew clammy and I could feel my heart pounding.

This was not happening.
This was not happening.

I couldn't get home fast enough and as soon as I did, I burst through the door.

"Damon!" I scream, clutching my stomach, I stumbled into the house, grabbing onto the walls to keep myself balanced.

"What's wrong baby girl?" I hear Damon's soft voice as he comes down the stairs.

He sees my condition and runs towards me, clutching me close to him as I feel my knees about to give in.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asks.

I open my mouth to speak but lunge forward and feel vomit pour at my mouth.

My throat felt like rubber as I gagged and dry heaved.

Damon pulled my hair back and rubbed my back.

I coughed and trembled as I finished and sank to the ground.

"You haven't had an anxiety attack like that for years. What happened?" He asks me, looking at my eyes.

"Blaine's back." I whisper.
Damon's face cringes as if he's disgusted.

"B-Blaine?" He stutters and I nod.
"But he was with Brooke." I mumble and he stands up, running his hands through his hair.

"He shouldn't be..." I hear Damon whisper and I cringe, sniffling.

"Why are you acting strange about this?" I mean, we both knew this was bad but still...he was acting odd.

"Nothing. Where did you see him?" Damon rushes out.

"7-11." I whisper and he turns on his heel.

"Wait Damon. Blaine's back...you know what this means right?" I ask him and his eyes actually hold fear.
"Yeah. That means Keegan's back." He whispers and the air turns cold.

Damon nods and turns to go up the stairs, leaving me there by my pile of vomit.

My phone vibrates and it reads:

Surprise, surprise my sister. I'm back.
X


How many mystery texters did I have? Because they clearly werent the same person.
I drop my phone and put my head between my knees and rock back and forth slowly.

This was too much.

I needed to make a decision and quick.
But still, my complete attention was on the fact.

There was a possibility I was pregnant.

And the father of said child was moving tomorrow morning....back to Europe.



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