Tangled Dreams (35 page)

“Well answer me you slut!”

“Don’t call me that!” I screamed back. Not able to take his name calling any more. “Yes it’s Gavin’s.” I screamed back.

“Are you sure?”

“What the hell do you mean am I sure? Of course I’m sure you asshole.” I said in disbelief that I was calling him an asshole.

“So what are you going to do? Ruin my sons life to? Ruin his scholarship? Make it to where he won’t go to college? Is that what you want? Is that what you’ve wanted all along?”

“Of course not.” I screamed back at him.

“Well then you have to leave. At least until the baby is born. Abortion isn’t an option.”

Well at least that was one thing we agreed on. “Where the hell am I going to go?”

“I’ll figure it out. But, you know if you stay Gavin won’t go to college. You know my son. He’s decent. He’ll stay with you and we can’t have that.” I could feel my heart breaking. “No one has to know. Not even Julia. I’ll take care of everything.” He said now pacing the floor. “I have a cousin that has been known to take in problem kids. I think she may even know of a school or living program for pregnant teenagers. Pack up your stuff. You’ll be leaving today.”

“What? I can’t even say goodbye to Gavin?”

“You’ll tell him if you see him. We can’t have that. I’ll tell him your mom sent for you. That you both missed each other and you’ll be staying with her for a while.”

Tears were now burning down my cheeks.

“Get packed. This is the only way this will work.”

Packing my things I couldn’t stop crying. I should tell him to go to hell and where to shove this luggage but he’s right. I would ruin Gavin’s life if I stayed. I think I knew that from the moment I found this out. I had to put aside how I was feeling and do what was best for him. I knew he would be hurt, angry, and upset. But, he would soon get over it and move on. Maybe find a girl. Marry her and have a few kids. And sit on that wrap around porch on that swing with some other woman. That thought ripped through me with a violence I never have felt before. I actually felt like I was dying inside. But, I had to stay strong for the life that was growing inside of me. So, I sucked it up and finished packing. Leaving my journal that daddy gave me on his desk. Scribbling a note on a piece of paper I ripped out of one of my notebooks, sticking it in the front cover in a hurry before Uncle William could see me, and throw my journal away. Taking one last look at his bedroom. I had to fight the tears. I had to be strong even, if it killed me. Remembering the times we had watched movies in here, the times he held me close and most importantly the first time we confessed our feelings for each other. Then showed each other how much we loved one another. Precious memories that I would never forget. Memories that I would remember every detail of for the rest of my life. I had Gavin’s baby growing inside me and I had to take comfort in knowing I at least had a little part of him with me. I knew he wouldn’t understand. Truly understand why I left. What ever story William gave him would only pacify him. But, I know Gavin isn’t stupid. I already knew he most likely wouldn’t believe anything his father told him. He knew better. He had to know how much I loved him. I found it hard to believe that he would ever buy me going to live with my mother, knowing now how I felt about her. I knew William would never let him find me either way. Finally, my head bowed down in defeat I turned and went downstairs to wait for my uncertain future. A future I didn’t want. I future that I hated. Because, it was a future without Gavin. My heart breaking the whole time I got into the truck with Uncle William and said goodbye in my head to aunt Julia, Kayla and Kylie, and the most difficult Gavin. Watching the house drift out of view I turned around with tears in my eyes and looked straight forward again being propelled into a future I had no control over.