Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I wrap my fingers around her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. Her brows pull together, as guilt and fear wash over her face. "Are you..." I inhale. "Are you fucking pregnant?" My barely restrained voice echoes from the shower walls.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, but she remains silent, and I take that as confirmation.
"Tor?" I make an effort not to raise my voice. "You're pregnant? How long have you fucking known?"
She watches me, no emotion registering on her face. "A while."
"A whi—" I can't even fucking breathe right now. Heat flashes over me, and I push my body flush against her wet skin, pressing her against the shower wall. "A while?" I growl. "How long is a fucking while, Tor?"
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I feel her slick breast pushing against my chest with each deep breath she pulls in.
"Weeks..." she whispers.
Is she fucking serious right now? Releasing her from my hold, I drag my palms over my wet face. Weeks! I take several deep breaths. The water trickles over my nose as I stare at her. Bracing my forearms on the wall beside her head, I inch my face into hers. "And just when were you gonna tell me, huh?"
"Eventually."
Fuck, I am so pissed right now. I want to punch something and fucking yell at her. I close my eyes again, pinching the bridge of my nose as I let the water pelt down on me.
"Eventually? Tor? Fuck." I groan.
I glance up at her, and all she does is stare at me nervously. She's been running around with guns, fucking beating the shit out of people. Fuck me, she knew this and went in after Mussa. She didn't tell me because she knew I'd flip my shit and not let her do a damn thing. Fucking manipulative... "You can't just do that. You can't just keep shit like that from me!" I shout. "Goddamn it, woman. Why the hell wouldn't you tell me that...?" Staring down at that bump, I stop mid-sentence, my stomach turns as a possibility I don't even want to fucking acknowledge creeps into my head. It may not even be mine! Fuck! If it's Joe's... I exhale and close my eyes. I want to ask her who the fuck's it is... but I can't bring myself to do it. I drop my chin to my chest, my palms groaning as they slide down the slick wall to my sides.
"Awe, fuck." I swallow, then turn and slam my fists into the wall, cracking the tile. She flinches away from me. She nervously wraps her arms around her body, and her wet hair falls over her face. It's as though she thinks she can make herself invisible.
"I'm sorry. I... fuck!" I reach out to touch her but stop. I have no fucking idea what to do.
Her brows drop into a frown, and she looks away from me, pressing her body tightly to the wall, trying to put as much space between us as possible.
My eyes hone in on her stomach. "Is it..." I swallow around the lump in my throat, "Is it his?"
Her shoulders tense, and there's an awkward moment of silence. All I can hear is my own pulse hammering in my ears. Her next words hold the potential to completely fucking destroy me.
"No," she whispers.
I release the breath I've been holding in, and with it some of the tension dissipates. Now what the fuck do I say to her? Did she fucking know this before she left me? Fucking hell! I've never wanted a fucking kid, never even been able to stand the idea of it, but the thought that she left me because she is pregnant, that fucking hurts.
I step toward her, gently cupping her cheek, turning her face to look at me. "Tor, is this why you left me?" As soon as the words leave my lips, I feel sick as shit. If she was pregnant when she left, that means she was pregnant with my child when Joe beat her and raped her, over and over.
Her eyes close and she shakes her head. "No. I didn't know."
What the fuck do I do? She's cowering in the corner like a dog that's been beat. I'm angry, I'm fucking worried. And this doesn't help a damn thing.
Shit! I don't know what to say to him. I'm not ready for him to know because I don't even know how I feel about it myself. Honestly, I never really thought about it until this point. I've been living in blissful denial. I thought I would have more time. More time to... figure this out. Now Jude knows, and he's angry. His enormous body towers over me, and even though I know he would never hurt me, he scares me. I can't help it. Whatever happens now, I'm out of options. There is no more figuring out what to do.