Page 11 of The Deception You Weave

Thankfully, after letting me know that they've instructed Devin and Ellis—who are both downstairs—that they're to check on me every hour and ensure I've taken my meds, they leave.

I love my brother more than anything. Every single thing I've done has been for him and our futures, but right now. I really just need to be alone.

I'm grateful for his support but I haven’t had even a minute to myself since I woke up in that hospital room late Friday night and I really just need to take a breath.

I stare up at the ceiling, recalling the events that led to me getting in my car and fucking myself up.

I might not have broken anything or caused any serious damage but I already know I've fucked up playing the first game of the season. It's going to take a fucking miracle for me to be in shape by Saturday.

I bet Luca and Leon are over the fucking moon about that.

My fists curl as I think about the two of them. Did they know all of this? Did everyone know what Letty was hiding? Was I the only one in the dark about what she's done?

My body heats as the anger I felt in the minutes after those words fell from her lips consumes me once again.

She got pregnant the night of Skye's party.

Pregnant.

By me.

My heart races.

I've always been careful. I always use protection and never take anyone bare. Until her.

Like with everything else, I lose my goddamn mind when I'm with her.

My teeth grind as I think about the fact she never once tried to reach out to me. She never even tried to tell me.

You wouldn't have listened or accepted it,a little voice shouts in my head but I shut it down.

I'd like to think that if she'd shown up at my door explaining she was pregnant that I'd have done the right thing.

But I never got the chance.

She took care of her little issue.

She made it go away.

"Scarlett, where is my fucking baby?"

"G-gone."

"Gone?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Argh," I scream into the silence of my bedroom. My muscles pull tight with my need to go to her, to wrap my hand around her fucking throat and force her to explain herself. But even if I could, I don't have a fucking car. Just another thing of mine she's ruined.

"You okay, man?" Devin's head pops into the room.

"Oh yeah, fucking great."

"You want some company?"

I quirk a brow at him and he puts his hands up in defense.

"Alright, I was only offering. I'll leave you to it."