Dare to Dream

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Gina suddenly felt sick.

She didn't know what to say.

“I bought the restaurant,” Dylan said. 

Gina leaned against the wall of the hotel room. Suddenly the room started spinning. The tears were welling in her eyes, but she was determined not to look weak in Dylan’s eyes.

She took a deep breath, pushed herself off the wall and wiped her eyes quickly.

Suddenly it felt like the world was crushing her again.

Gina started to walk to the door again.

“Gina wait.”

She turned and looked at Dylan.

He was walking toward her.

She put up her hand.

“Don’t come near me. Just don’t come fucking anywhere near me.”

Dylan stopped. “Let me explain.”

His voice was suddenly soft.

Gina’s head was quickly clearing and the tears were now changing to anger.

“There is nothing to explain. You have ruined my life. I was perfectly happy before you came into my life. Now look at me.”

Gina took a Kleenex from her purse and dried her eyes.

“Now I am pregnant,” Gina continued, “and I have no job.”

Dylan looked confused.

“You still have a job.”

“Do you think for a fucking second that I am going to work for you?”

Gina forced a laugh.

“You must be fucking retarded.”

Dylan stared at her blankly.

“For fuck sake,” Gina said harshly. 

“Will you talk.”

“What do you want me to say, Gina? Everything I say comes out wrong.”

Gina went to her purse again. She took out a key ring and started taking off keys.

“Gina, there is no need…”

Gina threw the keys for the restaurant at Dylan.

“There is no way I will work for you.”

Dylan started to walk closer. 

Again she put up her hand, as if to block him.

“Don’t,” Gina said putting her hand up.

“If you come near me, I will scream.”

Dylan put his hands up and stepped backwards.

“Okay. I am staying clear. Can’t we talk this over.”

“That’s what I tried to do, Dylan and you accused me of getting myself pregnant. What did you think? Did you think I got pregnant to snare you? What am I? One of those 20ish bimbos that you dated years ago.”

“I never said that,” Dylan defended himself.

“No, but you certainly implied it.”

Gina was shaking her head and trying not to yell.

“I don't need you, Dylan. I don’t need any man. I wanted you in my life, but don’t think for a second that I need you.”

“I was scared. I didn't know what to say. It was a surprise.”

Dylan was trying to defend his reaction, but the words were not coming out the way he wanted.

Gina’s expression of anger never changed.

“That is why I wanted to talk. You remember talk, don’t you Dylan? That is where two people communicate; not one person say something and the other act like a fucking child.”

“I’m sorry,” Dylan repeated.

“You wanted trust. You wanted an open and honest relationship and when I do just that, you accuse me of getting myself pregnant.”

“I don’t know what else to say,” Dylan pleaded, “other than I am truly and deeply sorry.”

“It is too late for sorry. There has been a dark cloud over me from the moment you came into my life. Just one fucking misery after another.”

“I didn't mean for any of this to happen,” Dylan said, sincerely.

“I never expected to meet someone like you. I was scared.”

“You say you were scared.”

Gina laughed. 

”You weren’t too scared. You didn't mind fucking me all night,” Gina snapped at him.

“Please don’t say it like that,” Dylan pleaded.

“Well, the way I see it,” Gina continued, “is that is exactly what it was. You were horney and I was available.”

“That is not the way it was,” Dylan said, trying to defend himself, again.

“Don’t even try,” Gina said.

“I don't know what you want from me.”

Suddenly a thought came to Gina. She stared right at Dylan.

“Look at me. I am not Donna.”