Rivers P.O.V
I do not know how I was living in these past few weeks. I could not sleep at all and every time I would close my eyes I would remember that horrifying night and would wake up with sweat dripping down my neck.
My brother did the surgery about two weeks ago and now we are doing sessions of chemotherapy. I honestly can not wait until the doctor tells me I can take him home because all the hell I have been through would be worth seeing my little brother smile.
I was daydreaming of that day when I was interrupted by the ring of my phone. I looked at the caller ID only to realize it was the devil's spawn. I battled myself on whether or not I should answer because I really did not want to talk to him but in the end I did.
"Hello," I said with venom in that one word because I honestly wanted to jump on the phone and kill him. Then watch his blood fill the ground.
"My mother and Diana want to talk to you."He replied, in an emotionless way which caused me to burst immediately into flames.
"Ok, why the hell are you telling me this," I yelled.
"Because I'm coming to pick you up and watch your tone around Diana. If you keep talking like that eventually she will find out and if she does I will be using that same tone with you."He barked, causing me to huff a deep breath.
"Alright, I am at the house your Mom rented, "I informed him because I did not want to continue this conversation any longer or I think the minute he arrives I will murder him. Day by day minute by minute hate has filled my heart towards that man.
"Ok fifteen minutes and I will be there."He replied, in a harsh tone. I hope he dies somehow before these fifteen minutes come. Ahh, this man is going to give me a stroke before I even have his baby imagine after I probably might as well commit suicide.
I walked to my closet and began to search for my clothes. I was going for I hope you go to hell Ethan look. In the end, I went for a red v neck blouse with a pair of blue jeans and a blue cardigan because it was starting to get cool.
I heard a honk.
Man, he's not dead yet oh well maybe the next time around. I put on red flats, grabbed my handbag, and my iPhone and ran for the door. He acted as if he were a gentleman by opening the passenger seat door for me but I did not buy it and besides I did not want to sit next to him. So I went to sit in the back. If I was going to forgive him it was going to take a lot of begging.
"So how are you doing."He asked, staring into the rear view mirror but I turned away as soon as I noticed.
"Fine until you showed up." I scorned, rolling my eyes.
"Any signs of pregnancy."He asked, motioning with his hand in the air. In my head, I was thinking of taking his hands and breaking them off that instant.
"No, not really, "I replied, shaking my head.
"What do you mean?"He asked, in confusion.
"I mean I threw up yesterday but other than that no," I said, with an attitude clear in my tone.
"I do not know if that's good news or bad news."He replied, glaring in my direction and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Ethan's POV
"What the hell do you mean?"She yelled.
You are kidding right I mean it's like this girl does not own a damn brain.
"I mean Diana and my mother are going to make you take tests to see if you're pregnant yet. They have been hovering over my head for the past two weeks it's just I tried to avoid it for both our sakes." I said, staring at her in the rearview mirror. I mean she can be a pain the ass but she was beautiful. The way her wavy blonde hair cascaded along her shoulders gave me chills just thinking about running my hands through it but I was so caught up in her reflection that I forgot we're talking.
"Hello...Earth to Ethan...Earth to Ethan can you read me, Ethan?"She yelled.
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