Whose Fault? (Editing)

Chapter Nineteen

Max pulled away from me and said, "Wren. Stop. If things aren't okay now, then they will be soon. I promise."

"How do you know?" I asked him, tears still falling, though they were slowing.

"I just do. I've seen it happen before. Things always work out for the best and they always get better, even if it takes some time to get there." He said, wiping the tears from my eyes. I nodded in response and pulled him inside. We walked upstairs and I made my way to the couch, throwing the comforter around me. As if it was my support system or something.

We sat there for a few minutes in silence, and before I knew it tears were falling again. "Eli's gone. Everything he ever said was a lie. And he... he doesn't love me. How could he? He just left like, like I meant nothing. He accused me of cheating. Which I did not do, but he didn't believe me. He believed Xavier over me. Xavier! Over me! Just because he was the one that told him and said I did it with him. He yelled at me, Maxie. He's never yelled at me! An-and he asked me if I was-" I couldn't bring myself to say anything else. I was bawling my eyes out at this point.

I looked towards Max and I could tell he was livid, but he was trying to fight his anger. He came over to me and wrapped me in his arms, trying to calm me down. "Keep going Wren. I know it hurts, but you gotta get it off your chest."

"He asked if I was pregnant with his kid. He told me we needed to stop. Like we couldn't be together anymore. He had the nerve to apologize, like he was sorry this had to happen.

"How can someone do that?! How can you be with someone for so long and just lie to them the entire time?!" I did that. "An-and how can you treat someone like they mean something to you and then just throw them away?!" I stopped for a minute and regained a bit of my composure. "How could he just throw me away?"

This time the tears were quiet, and they wouldn't stop. "I'm gonna kill him." Max said it so quietly that I wasn't even sure I heard him right, but when he released me and started pacing, I knew I had. "I'm going to kill him." He said, louder this time.

My eyes widened, no. No. "Please, Maxie. Please don't. Please don't leave." Pathetic. "I-I-" c'mon Wren. You can do this. "There's more that I have to tell you." I paused for a second, and his pacing stopped. "Just, please. I'm begging you. Don't judge me."

He squatted down in front of me and grabbed my hands, "never."

I was quiet for a bit, not sure how to say it. But I took a breath, looked up at him, and mumbled, "I'm pregnant."

"What?" He asked. Fuck. I took another deep breath and said it louder this time. Max stood up and started pacing again, repeating that he was going to kill Eli over and over again.

"Please, stop. It wasn't his fault." I said, stupidly. I'm making this worse.

He stopped, "then whose was it?"

I gulped, "mine."

"How? Why are you blaming yourself?"

"Because it's my fault, Maxie. If I'd have been more careful, none of this would have happened."

"Been more careful how?!" He raised his voice, and I flinched. He looked taken aback; I very rarely flinched when it came to Max. I could count the amount of times I had on one hand.

Max was confused and a bit frustrated. He had questions but didn't want to ask until I answered his most recent one. He took a breath and stepped up to me. He held me at my arms and I couldn't help but pull away from his hold. Xavier held me that way when he pushed me into my room and onto my bed that night.