The Night That Changed Everything

Chapter Thirty Nine

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Damion

Holy shit, what am I doing?

I start the car and the engine purrs to life. The overly-loud melodies of Ron Pope suddenly fill the car and I frown as I press the sound button down on the steering wheel, lowering the volume to zero. Kayla obviously forgot to disconnect her iPod from the music system the last time she was in here, but I need silence right now, I need time to think.

Putting the gearshift into drive, I ease my foot off the break and the Range moves smoothly forward and out of its designated space. I drive to the exit and tap the password into the keypad and the barrier lifts, allowing me to drive out of the apartment’s underground car park and into the busy street.

My jaw tenses, I know Kayla’s mad at me – really, really mad at me – and I burrow my brows at the thought of what she’ll say to me when I get back, or what I’ll say to her. She didn’t say anything to me when I was leaving, or accept my kiss goodbye; she just rolled her eyes at me. When I asked her whether she wanted me to stay she just shrugged and said, “It’s up to you.” Who would think that females could be so stressful? Especially pregnant ones. I know I seem like an idiot or a douche right now and she has every right to be mad at me, but I’ve just got this gut feeling that seeing Rosie is the right thing to do, even as stupid as it seems.

As I pull up at the first stop lights, I’ve got this urge to turn back. I should probably call her. I grab my iPhone and call Kayla and on the final ring she answers.

“Yes?” she snaps, and I put her on speaker as the light turns green.

“Babe, please don’t be mad at me,” I say.

“Too late for that,” she says quietly, too quietly, and I momentarily close my eyes as I let out a sigh.

She then winces and I frown, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she replies, but her voice is tense.  She exhales and then says, “Look, Damion, I can’t tell you what to do and what not to do and frankly, I really don’t care if you go to see Ros-,” she pauses and corrects herself, “Your ex-girlfriend.” I arch an eyebrow at her remark, “I know it may it seem like I’m only acting like this because I’m jealous or I don’t trust you, but trust me, the last thing I’ll ever be is jealous,” she explains.