Kapitel 26: Chapter Twenty-Five
It wasn't until after seventeen long hours of driving that I arrived in Los Angles, driving through the dark streets, heading towards Amelia's place. It had been a few years since I had last been to Los Angles, the last time having been when I helped Amelia move out here from New York. Everything just felt off about being here, like I didn't belong here. It felt the same way Seattle had.
"Just one more day until I'm home." I whispered to myself as I pulled into the parking lot for Amelia's apartment. I was quick in getting out of the car and inside the apartment building, not wanting to hang around outside when it was already past two in the morning. I hurried up the building's stairs until I reached the third floor and made my way down the hall to Amelia's door. I pulled out my key, but when I went to unlock the door I found that it was already unlocked.
"Amelia?" I opened the front door to find my friend sitting on the couch watching tv with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"About time you got here." She groaned as I closed the door behind me. "I thought you were going to be here an hour ago?"
"I had to stop a few times on the way here." I informed her. "I thought you guys would have been asleep?"
"Abby's asleep so you were half right." She shrugged.
"Seriously, why are you still awake? The Amelia Shepherd I know would have clocked out the first chance she got." I sat myself down next to her on the couch.
"I figured you'd want to talk." She told me. "I mean, in the last few days you were offered a job, performed surgery for the first time in years, had a breakdown, and quit your new job. It's a lot to handle."
"It is, but I'm fine." I assured her. "Tomorrow everything will be back to normal, Abby and I will be back in New York."
"Yes, the place where you no longer have a job or anyone. A great place to be." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I'm not alone there." I began to argue with her. "I have-"
"Abby told me that you and Trenton broke up." She cut me off. "She said that he left you for some nurse at the hospital. I don't understand why you're hurrying to get back to all of that."
"We already talked about this when you moved here." I shook my head.
"Yeah, we did." She nodded in agreement. "But when we talked about you moving here with me you had reasons not to. You had your job and then there was Trenton and his job. Neither one of those things are holding you back now. Why not leave behind New York and move out here, you and Abby could live with me?"
"I have memories in New York. Ones that I can't just let go of." I tried to tell her the same thing I'd told Mark. "Besides, I didn't like the way Trenton and I left things off. He and I need to talk and-"
"Screw him!" She cut me off again. "He left you, he doesn't deserve for things to be left a better way. Hell, he doesn't deserve to talk to you again. I don't know why you think he does."
"Because I'm pregnant." I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth her eyes seemed to triple in size, as I'm sure my own did. That was the first time I had said those words aloud. The first time I had really admitted the fact to myself.
"What?" Her question came out more as a whisper than anything else.
"I'm pregnant." I repeated myself, for both of us. "That's why I stopped so many times on my way here. I got sick and then I started thinking about everything and I realized that I was late, and I'm never late. So I bought a test at a gas station and took it."
I pulled the small paper towel wrapped plastic stick out of my purse. My hands seemed to shake slightly as I unwrapped it to show her the small positive sign on it.
"I can't just cut Trenton out of my life because I'm pregnant." I whispered. "As mad as I am with him this is his baby too, he deserves a chance to be a part of it's life. And...and I don't think I can do this alone. I can't raise this baby alone Amelia."
"Sure you can." She reached over and rubbed my arm, giving me a soft smile. "Look at how well you did with Abby, before Trenton came into the picture?"
"Abby was already eleven!" I ran a hand through my hair. I could already feel my heart quickening it's pace as my thoughts seemed to be running a mile a minute. "This time I'm starting from square one. Having to teach this baby everything, not just about periods and sex. I need to go back, I need to talk to Trenton."
"Why not call him instead of flying all the way back there?" She suggested. "The only reason you're giving me for your going back is so he can be a part of this baby's life. What if you go back and tell him and he doesn't want anything to do with the baby? What will you do then?"
"It's not just that Amelia. Abby has school there, friends." I tried to get it through her head but she was just as stubborn as Mark, if not more. "I can't just move her to the other side of the country."
"Why not?" Both of our heads snapped towards the hallway behind the couch. Standing there was none other than Abby with her long brown hair all messy, wearing an oversized tee shirt and shorts as pajamas.
"Abby, I thought you were asleep?" I frowned at the sixteen year old girl.
"I was, but I woke up when I heard the door close." She brushed it off as she walked around the couch and sat down between Amelia and I. "You're really pregnant?"
"This certainly wasn't how I was planning on telling you." I dry laugh escaped me while Amelia gave a small smile, though Abby couldn't see it.
"I guess something good came out of that dick then." She grinned at me, practically beaming with excitement.
"Language." I halfheartedly scolded her. She only rolled her eyes at this though. I always told her not to swear while I had always had a bad mouth of my own, not setting too good of an example for her.
"Whatever," I muttered. "Why don't we move out here? I mean, I've had a blast hanging here with Amelia, getting to go to the office with her. Plus we're not even half an hour away from the beach."
"What about school? Your friends?" I reminded her.
"I can go to school wherever. As for my friends, I can text and Skype them and I'll make new friends here." She assured me. "I would have been moving out here in a couple years anyways, for college."
"Please stop making me feel old." I frowned at the reminder that she'd be off to college in just a few years time.
"Just call him Bri." Amelia held her phone out to me, a gentle look in her dark eyes. "Then, if he's an ass, I'll fly out to New York with you guys and help you pack up your stuff. Maybe slip off to kick his ass too."
"Do it." Abby nodded in agreement. A sigh escaped my lips as I took the phone from Amelia and got off the couch as I dialed Trenton's phone number. It was a little after five in the morning back in New York so I knew Trenton would be awake, getting ready to head off to work.
"Hello?" His familiar deep voice answered as I slipped into Amelia's bedroom and closed the door behind me. I opened my mouth to speak but it almost seemed as though the words had become stuck in my throat, my mouth dry. "Hello?"
"Trenton," I squeaked out his name, likely stopping him from ending the call.
"Brianna?" He recognized my voice, a tone of surprise in it.
"Yeah, it's me." I bit my lip nervously.
"Why are you calling me?" He asked. "Did I leave something at your place?"
"No, I'm actually out of town." I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. "I actually needed to talk to you about something. Something important."
"Well, what is it?" He sighed, sounding annoyed with me. "Liz and I need to get going to work."
"I'm pregnant." At my words the other end of the line went silent. It was almost as though the call had been ended, but I knew better. I knew that he was taking in what I'd just told him, likely trying to find a way that it couldn't be his.
"How far along?" He asked me after a few minutes.
"I'm not sure. I just took the test today." I informed him. "I thought you should know."
"What are you going to do with it?" I could almost see him pinching at the bridge of his nose at that moment, his brows furrowing together.
"What?" I frowned.
"What are you going to do with it?" He repeated himself. "Get rid of it or keep it?"
"That's your first question?" My jaw locked, anger slowly starting to boil up inside of me. "Am I going to keep it or ?"
"What else am I supposed to ask?" I could hear the anger building up in him just as much as it was in me. "We're not together Brianna. This baby isn't just going to make me come running back to you. I love Elizabeth."
"It's your baby!" I reminded him.
"For all I know you could have slept with someone else and it could be their baby." He argued.
"Unlike you, I didn't cheat." I practically growled the words at him. I waited for his retaliation, but it never came. Instead I was only greeted by the familiar sound of the call being ended.
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