A Bounty Hunter, Milady
Part One: Day One
"Well, fuck me with a spiked bat," I breathed, looking down at the positive, the bold, the most definitely there, plus sign: +
"Please, Dominic, I don't want to talk anymore about fucking- it's what got us here in the first place," My girlfriend whined, dragging her palm down her face and letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Sorry," I said, pulling her close to me and smushing her face against my shoulder. I let out a low whistle as I added, "But still though, I'm just saying, it's not like the fucking wasn't worth anything, you enjoyed yourself, right?" I grinned wolfishly at her.
"Stop it," She said, giving me a light punch in the arm and winking at me. Her face turned serious when she took a glance down at stick again.
"But seriously, Dominic, how are we supposed to make it with a baby? Do you realize how badly my parents are going to freak out when we tell them? Not to mention that I'm supposed to be graduating this year and-,"
"Shh," I abruptly stopped her, putting my index finger up to her lips and silencing her. She took a glance down at my finger and then slowly back away from it.
"Dre, don't worry, we'll figure out everything soon enough, we'll be fine," I assured her, trying to give her a winning smile.
Even though I was freaking out inside and just about ready to shit my pants, I put on a brave face.
I picked the positive pregnancy test lightly between my index finger and thumb and dropping it into the small trash bin underneath the counter.
Looks like I was going to be a daddy in nine months.
The alarm clock went off and bleeped away at 5:45 A.M., alerting me that it was time to wake up my girlfriend Andréa- who, of course, everyone called Dre, since that's what she insisted being called on.
I rolled over to my side slightly, careful not to make a 360 and roll right over on her. Ever since we found out she was pregnant Friday night, I had been extra careful in making sure that I didn't bump her stomach, or poke or prod her in any way.
"Dre, time to get up," I grumbled, only half awake. I lifted the covers from her head and planted a small kiss on her cheek. I put my hand on her waist and shook her, making her shake from side to.
"No foreplay," She mumbled, just as sleep and groggy as I was. Slowly awaking, she sat halfway up, a small grin on her face from my early-morning antics, and let out a long stretch as she yawned.
"You're cute," I grinned, watching her stretch and yawn once more.
"Shush up," She said punched me in the shoulder. "Time to wake up, Mr. Macken!" She sing-songed, poking me in the side and making me jump.
She giggled and ran out of the room into the bathroom before I could react and get her back. I smiled to myself as she shut the door behind her- she still hadn't gotten used to being around me all the time.
After all, in a way, we technically weren't supposed to be together, Dre and I. She was 15 and I was 18 when we first met, and her parents had (of course, and understandably) flipped shit when they found out their daughter was into an 18 year old. After all, I had just graduated out of high school, and she was 15-going-on-16, finishing her sophomore year.
But, we ignored all the precautions and warnings that everyone used against us, and we dated anyway. We didn't do any 'monkey business' or, aka, what lead us to getting Dre pregnant in the first place until she was 17, since her parents didn't want me around her anyway, I still wanted them to salvage at least a little bit of respect for me.
Now, she's a senior and I go to the local community college, and in a month, she would be turning 18. But now, with the baby on the way, it sort of skewed things in the slightest.
We were worried how it would affect her graduating, and how it would affect me going to school. But there was no doubt that we were keeping the baby- it was made out of love anyway, so what was the point of giving up something that we worked hard for?
"Wake up fuck nut!" I heard Dre's voice float through the still closed door.
"You're the fuck nut!" I called back triumphantly while trying to unravel out of the mess of several comforters.
"Nope! You're the fuck nut and you always will be." She said.
"Well, that may be true," I retorted back playfully, crossing over the small distance from the bed to the bathroom door and yanking it open, making her let out a startled yelp.
"But, you'll just have to deal with it - you're stuck with me." I grinned playfully.
She squinted her eyes at me and opened the little cabinet connected to the mirror to take out her toothbrush. She smiled at me and pinched my nipple, while my slow reflexes didn't catch her hand in time and I let out a surprised, high-pitched squeak.
"Hey now," I tauntingly warned, slapping her on the behind. "None of that nipple shit- I got a job interview today."
"Really?" She gasped, almost spilling toothpaste from her toothbrush to the counter. "Where?"
"Best Buy," I admitted sheepishly, pulling out my own brush. "But, I'll be working full time overnight, so I think I'll have enough time after school to do homework and catch up on sleep and stuff like that."
"Aww man," She whined, pouting at me. "But I have to go to school too, I'm on schedule for work at Babies 'R' Us, and my parents are coming back home today.
"We probably won't even see each other all week." She said, poising her brush at her mouth, waiting for my response.
I gave her a shrug and started brushing, talking through the vigorous back and forth movement. "That's what Skype's for, Dre. Now brush up, I told Rex I'd pick him up today."
"I fucking hate Rex. He's a jerk," She bristled, all the meanwhile rolling her eyes, (Bristled, get it? Toothbrush joke, get it? Okay, yeah, that wasn't even good enough to be qualified punny).
"He just wasn't ready for the committed life, Dre, you can't blame the guy," I replied back, feeling a little hurt that she had insulted my best friend..
Rex's been my friend since I was a junior in high school. When Dre's friend Shaelynn saw how compatible I was with Dre despite the age difference, she wanted to go out with Rex. They went on a couple of dates, but Rex wasn't really feeling a vibe between the two of them, and they ended up just having a hook-up before never going out on another date.
Apparently, Shaelynn thought it was more than what Rex made it out to be, even though he wasn't really into her, and she had some big breakdown and swore off guys for a month or something like that.
Teenage drama, I tell you.
Not only did I have to deal with Rex's immature drama, but I still had to deal with Dre's overbearing parents. I get it; they were protective over their only child, and it must have been pretty scary to witness their 15 year old fall in love with an 18 year old, but I took care of Dre- that's what mattered.
Luckily though, they thought that Dre's pushing on them to have a couple's vacation to Hawaii for two weeks was just a generous offer, and didn't suspect she would leave the house the minute they left for the airport and stayed with me at my apartment for those three weeks of happiness.
"Yeah, whatever," She rolled her eyes at me as she tipped back her head and swished and swashed with mouthwash, still narrowing her eyes at me in disdain for the topic of Rex.
"Yeah whatever my ass," I said, just joking.
Gingerly, so slowly that she didn't even notice, I lifted my left index finger up and poked her right cheek, causing all of the mouthwash she was swishing in her mouth to spill out of her puckered lips and down her blue tank top that she slept in.
"Dominic, you're gonna pay!" She yelled at my back as I ran away from the bathroom before she could hit me upside the head with a can of hairspray or something.
"Have a good day at school," I told Dre lovingly, leaning in as she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Aww, look at the cute couple," Rex taunted mockingly as he sat in the back of my car while I was positioned in the driver's seat and Dre in the passenger.
"Go fuck yourself, Rex," Dre immediately retorted, sending Rex an obvious look of scorn. She turned and smiled at me, "Love you."
"Already taken care of!" Rex tried to yell back, but I cut in smoothly and said in a calm tone, "Love you too. I'll be back to pick you up for lunch, alright?"
She gave me another kiss, stuck her tongue out at Rex, and then scampered out from the car and up the stone steps to her high school- Darian Day High.
Rex let out a sigh as he quickly scrambled out of the back seat into the passenger seat, replacing where Dre had just been sitting.
"Cool it, man, I don't want to hear my best friend and girlfriend bickering at seven in the fucking morning," I growled between clenched teeth as I showed off a smile to Dre and the rest of her friends she met right outside the school doors.
She waved at me again and gave a fake, cheesy thumbs up and huge smile. Shaelynn looked where Dre's attention was directed and flinched when she saw Rex's plaintive face in the passenger seat. Their other friend, Serena, stuck her tongue out between her outstretched index and middle finger poised in a 'V'.
"That's attractive," Rex said sarcastically at Serena's worldwide known gesture, ignoring what I had said about him arguing with Andréa.
We didn't talk for the most part as I drove through the rest of the school pick-up/drop-off area and took the 15 minute drive to the college. I studied Graphic Design as my major and had to take a few other mandatory classes.
But today, I didn't really have any tolerance for Rex's annoying habits, since I was a little stressed over my unborn child that was growing in my girlfriend's stomach and technically, she wasn't supposed to be having sexual interactions with me anyway, nor even staying over at my house while her parents were gone.
You know, since I'm 21 and she's still 17- it technically makes me a pedophile.
So that's why we have to hold off on telling literally anybody until her birthday, which is about three weeks away from now.
"Dude, she wants the d," Rex whispered in my ear as we passed by two freshmen that were obviously eyeing out Rex creepily.
"Dude, shut the fuck up," I said, pushing him away from me to get his lips away from my ear. "I'm not in the mood today, man."
"Damn, what are you, PMSing or some shit?" He asked, laughing a little bit as he said it.
"No," I immediately said, feeling like I had lost a bit of my man-card. "Just some…family problems going on and shit like that."
"Both of your parents are dead," Rex said harshly, making me flinch a little away from him in the process. "Sorry," He apologized when he saw my expression.
"But you know what I mean. So when you say 'family problems', you mean Andréa, right?"
"Maybe, maybe not," I said, still a little weirded out how he just brought up my dead parents out of nowhere.
I walked down the stairs and took the seat all the way at the end.
"Did you ever think that maybe since I'm not telling you that I don't want you to know?" I said sarcastically.
Rex gave me a dubious look, instead of his normal bored face, which in a way, looked like he was either high or daydreaming. Or, it was plausible that it could be both at the same time.
"If it were any other person, that would be the case," He said, and then held up a finger when I tried to interrupt him.
"But. I'm your best fucking friend, Dominic, and you tell me everything. So, what's the deal, now?"
He gave me a look that said, "You know I'm right", and really, what he said was all true. I did tell Dominic everything, since he and Andréa were the only people I had that cared about me, really.
But should I really tell him? It's not like Rex was a blabbermouth or anything, but Andréa and I wanted to keep it a secret for now at least, for several reasons. After all, maybe the test was wrong, or maybe we might lose the baby, or may it was just too early to know- that was the whole point of not telling anyone.
Then again, it's not like it would affect Rex in any way. He was a little careless sometimes, he was still a little wild, given the fact that he was only 21, but still, the guy's been smoking since he was 12 and drinking since he was 17.
So you could guess my hesitation.
And even though the cons sort of outweighed the pros, I decided to tell him anyway, just to see how he would react to Andréa and me with our "maybe-baby".
I let out a deep sigh, and in my most serious tone of voice, turned to him and said calmly, "Last night, Andréa took a pregnancy test and it turned out positive. We're not sure of anything yet, since we have yet to go to the doctor and everything, so that's all we know right now.
"That's why I'm so serious this morning and telling you to leave Dre alone."
I expected him to shrug it off and dig into his backpack and pull out a pop like it wasn't exciting news, or at least laugh in my face and yell, "Sucks for you!" but instead, he did something of the complete opposite:
He grabbed me into the tightest bear hug I'd ever endured in my life, and practically jumped up from his desk and started dancing like a fucking idiot.
I felt my skin heat up and turn a bright red (considering the fact I almost look albino, save for my black hair) as a couple of girls sat in desks in front of us, giving Rex a weird look.
"Dude, calm down," I said, embarrassed, pulling the collar of my jacket up to my face so it looked like I didn't know him. "We don't even know for sure yet."
Rex's hazel eyes focused on me and grabbed me by the shoulders. "I'm going to be an uncle!" He yelled in my face.
"Wait, what?" I said, slapping his hands off of me. "You mean, you're actually excited at that prospect?"
"Are you kidding me?" Rex said, flopping down into his desk. He let out a small sigh and dragged his hands down his face, like he could barely contain his excitement any longer.
"Why wouldn't it be? It's the perfect kick I need to finally grow the fuck up." He said.
From the way he said it, and how intense his determined eyes looked, it seemed like he actually meant it. It was genuine.
"That's…awesome," I breathed, feeling a little bit of relief drape over me.
Of course, we didn't know for sure, and if Dre actually was pregnant, her parents would probably go ballistic, plus I would have to get another job and maybe even drop out of school, but at least there was one person in the world rooting for us to succeed.
"Tell me about it," He said. "So, you guys going to the doctor today, or what?"
"Yeah," I said, getting ready to pull out my notebook from my book bag as Professor Arcane started to wake up from his daily nap that he always took at the first 15 minutes of class. "I'm picking her up after school and taking her there."
"So, what's the excuse this time to her parents?" Rex asked me as he reached into his pocket to take out his phone and started playing Subway Surfers.
I silently laughed at Rex carelessness, since he was pointedly not paying attention to Professor Arcane. "She told them that she's gonna hang out with Shaelynn and Serena's at one of their houses. Just one of the usual excuses."
Given the fact that Dre's parents absolutely hated my guts and wish they could shoot me in the face to end it all, Dre can't just tell them that's she's going to my house or even just hanging out with me in general for either of them not to blow a gasket, so she always has to come up with excuses so they won't suspect her hanging around me.
"Cool," Rex said, holding out his fist for us to fist bump. "You call me or either tell me tomorrow before class, alright?" He said, stopping to stare me in the eyes so that I would agree.
"Uh, yeah," I said, fist bumping him and getting a little creeped out by his soul-piercing stare.
"Good," He said, focusing back onto his phone. "Now, back to normal- Serena's pretty hot, dude. I think I'm going to turn her from lesbian to being bi or something."
"Oh my god," I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Rex being not a complete asshole didn't last more than five minutes - I should have known that.
"Hey, can you at least ask Dre if Serena wants the D?" Rex asked, half kidding, half serious.
I didn't reply; just punched him in the shoulder before zoning him out.
"Heeeey, fuckface!" I looked up from my Spanish textbook I had lying on my steering wheel with my feet propped up against the dashboard as I waited for Dre to be dismissed from school.
I smiled at her as she climbed into the car. Her calling me fuckface had been spawned when we first started dating and Rex had made a comment about us "consummating" our relationship before we were legally able to.
I'm still not able to repeat the whole story to this day just because of its outrageous raunchiness. It was seriously one of the dirtiest things Rex had ever let out of his mouth.
"Hey, this fuckface doesn't have to take you to your doctor's appointment," I joked, still smiling at her. "Nah, just kidding. Ready to go?" I said, staring at her intensely so I could make her smile.
But instead, I got the opposite effect. Her smile literally dropped off her face, replaced by a somber, frowning expression.
"Um, just a second," She said, taking off her book bag and throwing it over the back of the seat. She climbed into the passenger and slammed the door behind her.
"Dre?" I asked uncertainly, gently squeezing her shoulder. "You alright?"
She simply shook her head. "I don't want this," She said.
"You don't want this?" I repeated, a little confused. "We don't have to go to the doctor today, you know. We could go to Panera, and then we could go home. Whichever one that is, for you." I added in, smiling.
"I don't want any of this," She whimpered. Instead of looking at me, she just stared at the floor, avoiding my eyes.
"I don't want this maybe baby, I don't want my parents to come back, I don't want you to drop out - I don't want this," She said, gesturing to her stomach, "To ruin our lives."
I knew, that sooner or later, I probably would have to drop out for the sake of the family we were creating - and I was fine with that. Because it was for our family. It wasn't a mistake.
Sure, it happened a little bit earlier than we expected, but either way, I knew everything was going to be okay.
Then again, I didn't have to worry about popping out something three times the hole it was actually coming out of like Dre had to do.
"Well, what exactly are you saying?" I asked gently, feeling a sense of dread creep its way up my neck hairs.
"I don't know if I want to keep it," She said softly. She finally brought her eyes from the ground and up to me, and there were tears running down her face.
I didn't say anything; I just let her fall into my arms as she cried into my chest. She cried, for about a full-on minute, while I just reassuringly rubbed the back of her head.
If things were this bad literally the day after we found out she was pregnant, how was it going to be after eight more months of this?
"I-I'm sorry," She said, all sniffly as she brought her face away from my chest.
"It's okay - I have a washer and a dryer," I joked, giving her a little smile. I wiped a tear off her chin with my thumb. "You feel any better?"
"I guess," She shrugged. "I'm just still unsure. I mean, it's a big deal, you know? It's not just a pair of shoes - you can't return it if you don't want it anymore."
She had a point. And the fact that I had already told Rex would probably upset her even more, so I mentally noted to myself not to say anything about that.
"I know," I agreed, giving a little leeway. "But either way, I think we'll be okay. We'll work hard. It'll be hard at first, but with two parents, it shouldn't be too hard, right?"
"Maybe," She said.
"Maybe?" I repeated. I leaned in and gave her a hug. "I love you no matter what. Remember that, okay?"
"I love you, too," She said, wiping away her tears. "And you'll be the greatest dad ever."
I hoped so.
Part Two: One Month Later
Today was the day.
We were finally going to tell Dre's parents about her pregnancy.
I had been working extra hard at school, trying to get ahead of everyone so that at some point, I knew that I would be able to graduate early. Best Buy rejected me, and I still didn't have a job. But I was trying my best.
Dre hadn't had any more emotional breakdowns, and was trying to keep herself strong. She lived with her parents still, of course, and worked a few more hours at Babies R Us to earn in some extra cash.
Plus, we were both meeting up whenever we could, whether it was on Skype or physical contact, and we were reading baby books from the library.
But, it was finally Dre's birthday, and we were preparing to tell her parents. We knew they would freak out and probably order Dre to never see me again, but we were already prepared for those odds. Dre would live with me, and we would give them a little time to cool down.
I swear, I'm not even showing yet since we're only two months along, but this baby must be pushing down on my bladder because I feel like I'm going to piss my pants. - Dre
My hands were grossly sweating as I picked up my phone and read her text. For once, I was nervous too, and I found it hard to laugh at Dre's text.
Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll be over in 15 minutes. Love you. I said, using my trademark phrase: 'everything will be fine'; A line I was finding hard to believe in.
I walked out my apartment door and locked it behind me. I fixed my tie, trying to look somewhat formal for the occasion. I had on a dark blue Oxford shirt and some jeans, hoping that my appearance would convince Dre's parents that I was serious about the future, if anything.
I was too nervous to even turn on the radio on the drive there, so I just ended up leaving it on the AM station listening to people talk. My fingers were shaking on the wheel - I was a nervous wreck.
Even though I had assured Dre that everything would be fine, I wasn't too sure of that myself. Surprisingly, since Rex knew it was Dre's birthday, he had been sending me texts all day, like: 'You got this', or 'Get 'er done' to make me laugh. It was a nice, additive effect.
I pulled up into Dre's driveway slowly, dreading every moment as I knew I would have to climb up those porch stairs and stare Dre's condescending parents right in their face. This was going to be one hell of a battle - I already knew that.
Taking a deep breath, climbing out the car(and wishing I was shorter so it would take more strides to walk from my car to the door), I ran my clammy hand through my hair as a nervous habit, and cautiously knocked on the door.
Not even two seconds after I did, the door went flying open, crashing into the wall and Dre literally pounced onto me. She wrapped me in a hug, throwing her hands around the nape of my neck and clinging tightly to me.
"Not since the eighth grade when Kara Edgely pressured me into smoking a cigarette, have I ever had a craving for one until now," Dre mumbled into my chest, since her mouth was pressed up against me.
"And hello to you, too," I tried to joke, but I was so nervous about what was going to happen that my voice cracked on the word "hello".
"Come on; Mom and Dad are starting to get anxious," Dre said nervously, fiddling with her hands.
"They know something's up - especially if you're making an effort to get along with them." She muttered.
"What do you mean 'making an effort'?" I repeated incredulously, letting Dre grab my hand to pull me down the hallway into the house. "You say that like I haven't tried to before."
"Well…" She said softly.
"Well, nothing," I said, getting even more uncomfortable. I absent-mindedly fidgeted with my tie. "I've tried to get along with them. Many times before. They just don't want to listen."
"And I didn't say the opposite, Dom," Dre said, sensing my obvious frustration. She put her hand up to stop me from entering the swinging door that led to the dining room where our scattered futures lie.
"But, just for today, be overly nice," She said, tilting her head to the side. "And don't say anything about my pregnancy, of course. Otherwise, basically just be your charming self." She said, and I could swear her green eyes sparkled.
"Don't use your charm on me, now," I said, getting a little embarrassed by her whole "charming" comment. "Or else it might lead me to kidnap you, speed away in my car, and never come back here."
"Stop stalling," She smirked at me again. She grabbed my hand once more after I blocked her hand from slapping my ass (payback, since I had done the same to her earlier in public), and led me into the dining room.
We opened the swaying door and I was face-to-face with Dre's strict parents: Maria and Patrick.
According to them, I was the 19-year-old guy that came up and corrupted their daughter. I was the one who came up with the nickname 'Dre' in the first place, not to mention I helped her apply at Buy Buy Baby. To them, I was just some douche hell-bent on forever scarring their daughter.
That's why it was so hard for me not to shit my pants as I shook Patrick's hand.
"Hello, Mr. O'Bryan," I said politely, looking into his stern gray eyes.
"Dominic," He said gruffly, not at all making the effort to be polite to me as much as I was to him. He squeezed my hand purposefully hard, trying to see if I would squirm.
"It's been a…while, sir," I said, clenching my back teeth together from hauling off and punching him in the face.
"And Mrs. O'Bryan," I said, walked over and leaning in for a hug.
"Oh, Dominic," She said, trying to act like she was happy to see me, even though she literally cringed when I leaned in to hug her.
She gave me a weak one-armed hug back. "Nice to see you, too."
We sat down and we talked modestly among ourselves. I tried to be extra polite the whole time like Dre had advised me to, and I always chose my words carefully before I spoke.
"Don't worry, we're almost done," Dre leaned in and whispered in my ear after about half an hour. "Dessert will go by in a flash and then we're scot-free."
"I hope I can make it until then," I said, rubbing my hands together nervously underneath the table as Dre's parents went into the kitchen.
"I'm pretty sure several times that your dad purposely brought up that Art isn't a 'real major'." I continued, grumbling.
"I know, I know," Dre said, sending a scornful look to the swaying door that led to the kitchen. "It's a dig at me, too, since I used to want to be a photographer."
"Happy future, happy future," I chanted the reminder underneath my breath to myself, and Dre giggled.
"Oh thanks," I said, actually meaning it as Dre's mom placed a plate in front of me with sparkling stuff on top. I didn't know what it was exactly, but it actually looked fancy as fuck. "This looks great."
Mrs. O'Bryan sent me an actual, genuine smile, instead of her sardonic ones that read "I hope you die as soon as you step into that lame-ass car of yours".
"Sh-by golly Mom, what is this?" Dre stuttered. I could tell from the way she started that she was going to say 'Jesus' and then 'holy shit', but since both of her parents are super religious and always tried to teach Dre to be, that wouldn't fly too well.
I smothered my guffaw at Dre's fuck-up by coughing into the inside of my arm so whatever we were eating (which was delicious - don't get me wrong) wouldn't fly out of my mouth onto Mr. O'Bryan's face.
"You don't remember?" Mrs. O'Bryan asked, giving Dre a sly little knowing smile. "I'll give you a hint: it's French."
I looked over to Dre, wondering if she knew that the hell her mother was talking about, but a look of shock and fear had crossed over her face. Her eyes widened and she threw the fork down onto table. To my surprise, she was clutching her stomach.
"C-Crêpe Suzette?" Dre gasped, her fingers twitching frantically over her stomach. "Mom, that has alcohol in it!" She screamed, tears starting to stream out of her eyes.
Alcohol? I thought confusedly in my mind. It's just a little. Why would she-my train of thought was cut off as I realized:
Of course. You couldn't drink alcohol when you were pregnant; which is exactly what Dre was. But of course, her parents didn't know that.
"What's wrong, honey?" Mrs. O'Bryan asked. I was stricken with so much fear that I wasn't able to answer. My hands, now as pale as my face, started to shake as my fork fell out of my hands.
It wasn't long before a look of pure anger and shock fueled Mr. O'Bryan's eyes. His hands looked down to Dre's hands, which were still clutching her stomach in fear. The realization lit up his eyes and he immediately looked at me with hatred.
"Are you pregnant?" He yelled, slamming his fists down onto the table like a barbarian. His face was blood red, and a green vein in his neck was popping.
"What?" Mrs. O'Bryan gasped, jumping up from her seat and clutching her heart as if she were having a heart attack. "Andréa Ursula O'Bryan!" She said, sounding completely startled.
We didn't even have to answer. By then, I had stood up and grabbed Dre's hand. It was only a little bit of alcohol, so I was sure she would be okay. But now that her parents knew, it was going to be an uphill battle.
"Sir, I have full intentions," I started off shakily, but he interrupted me.
"Don't open your mouth!" He yelled, pointing his finger harshly at me. He stood up, and began to yell at the top of his lungs, his loud, booming voice echoing off the walls.
"I told you this would happen! But you said you had everything under control!" He accused, staring right at Dre.
"Dad, please," She whimpered, but he kept talking.
"I don't want to hear it! I want you out of this house. Now!" He roared.
"What?" Dre shrieked. "You can't throw me out! This is when I need you the most!" She said, her hand gripping mine even tighter than before.
"You heard your father," Mrs. O'Bryan said scornfully, crossing her arms over her chest. "Leave, Andréa. And take your boyfriend with you." She sneered with disgust, sending me a glare.
Dre looked to her parents, then to me. She ripped her hand away from mine, and with tears in her face, screamed at me, "You said everything would be okay!"
"But it's not!" She yelled back. "And it never will be!" Before I could try and reassure her, she ran out of the door past me, pushing my shoulder out of the way in the process, and ran to her car.
I immediately tried to chase after her, but once I finally reached the front door, she was already driving off. I looked back, but Mr. O'Bryan slammed the door in face. The wind from the door surprised me, and I fell down the two-step porch onto my ass.
This was bad. Nothing felt…real. I was so numb and shocked, I couldn't even focus my eyes straight. It had been drizzling when I had drove to the house, but now, it was starting to pour.
I had to find Dre. She was an emotional wreck, and there were too many factors that could have a horrible effect on her- the roads would be slick, and not to mention the fact she was endangering her safety and our baby's.
Putting my hands above my head to stop myself from getting drenched and trying to stop myself from freaking out, I began to run in the direction Dre had headed in- east, towards downtown.
I thanked my lucky stars for taking cross country my entire high school career as I began to run a steady pace down the street. It wasn't long, just a block and a half before the lights and buildings of downtown shined into my eyes.
Every light and object was a hexagonal-shaped blur from the rain that danced and pooled into my eyes. With anticipation and worry growing in my chest, I began to speed up, hell-bent on finding Dre before something bad happened.
She had stopped at a red light, but right before I could reach her, it turned green and she sped off down 100th Street. I ran into a dozen people, but I didn't even pause to say sorry; I was in a hurry.
She took a right the next block over, and starting to feel weaker and weaker by the minute, I decided to cut the side streets by heading into an empty alley.
Even though I had taken cross country in high school, I hadn't ran in a few months. I started to slow down as my heart began to pound weakly in my chest, and I paused for a second, leaning my hand against the brick wall.
There were two dumpsters ahead, and as I began to walk towards them, I noticed that the alley had led to a dead end that I hadn't expected.
I turned around, running out of breath, and ran smack dab into a group of three guys dressed in all black with their heads hanging down.
"Excuse me," I said hurriedly, trying not to lose sight of Dre and not paying very much attention to what was happening around me. I tried to side-step them to get past, but the third guy on the right grabbed my shoulder, roughly.
"What the hell…" I said, and turned around to knock his grasp off of me, but I was met with an extremely frightening sight.
The guy, who I thought had been a few inches shorter than me, or about the same height, seemed like an actual foot taller than me. I looked down to his hand that was still gripping my shoulder.
His hand, long and slender, was stark-white pale, his green veins accentuated by his extremely fair skin tone. I looked up into his eyes, and his irises were flaming red. As I was oddly mesmerized by them, I could see white shadows dancing in the flames, and somehow I knew they were souls. It was a sudden instinct that I couldn't explain.
His jaw practically unhinged as those death ridden eyes stared at me, exposing deeply yellow-toned, long fangs, and I was paralyzed with incomprehensible fear as time seemed to slow and his fangs sunk deep into my neck.
And everything turned black.