Page 19 of Wreckage of Us
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Becca
I’ve been staringat my phone for the last hour.
I went through my social media accounts and made them all private. I ended up deleting my Insta one altogether, then creating a new one, and that’s just because I love following Colton’s posts.
I hate to say it, but I’m a little worried. Those weird messages spooked me for sure, and I’m not certain who I should ask to help me. Maybe I should go to the police…
“I’m home,” Colton’s voice startles me when he calls from seemingly out of nowhere.
“Oh my god,” I jump off the couch and run to the door. “I wasn’t expecting you until later!” I wrap him up in the tightest hug.
“Sheesh, I missed you too, weirdo,” he chuckles, but does it back.
“Colt,” I almost start sobbing on the spot. I’ve been so incredibly emotional lately, anything could set me off. “I’m just happy that you’re home.”
He pushes me away from him, heavy hands on my shoulders, running his eyes up and down my body, like he’s expecting to find any open wounds on me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out without meaning to.
“What?!” Colt’s eyes about pop out of his head. “How long was I gone for?”
I slap his shoulder before wiping at my face with the sleeve of the sweatshirt I got on.
“I was already pregnant when you left, funny guy.”
“Wow,” he lets out a deep breath. “I mean, just, wow.”
“Same, little brother,” I chuckle out loud.
He starts walking toward the living room, pulling me behind him until we’re both situated on the comfy couch there. I don’t say anything and just wait him out to recollect himself.
“Are you okay?” he finally asks after a few moments of uncomfortable silence.
“Eh,” I shrug, still fighting tears. “I’m trying to get used to the idea still.”
“And the baby is Dylan’s.”
Colt watches me carefully, almost as if he’s expecting me to bolt at hearing the name of the father of my baby.
“It is,” I nod in confirmation.
“Does he know?” Fair question.
“He does,” I confirm once again.
“Is he…” Colt hesitates for a second. “Is he happy with the news?”
“He doesn’t want another baby,” I shrug and just stare at the floor, feeling embarrassed by the conversation I’m having with my little brother. He’s still a kid, and now he has to listen to me crying overexpectinga kid.
“He already has a baby?” Colt’s eyebrows go up so high, they almost get lost in his hairline.
“He has a little boy,” I explain while still not looking at him. “His mom didn’t want him. And now he lives with Dylan’s brother for reasons I don’t know.”
“Wow.”
