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I chuckled sarcastically. “You’re just with me because I’m the captain of the football team. Fucking All-State tight end. You think going along with me is going to get you places, sugar?”
“Why are you saying these things to me?” she whispered.
“They’re true aren’t they? Tell me, Vanessa, what are you more upset about? Being pregnant because of stretch marks or having a baby at seventeen?” I didn’t bother to ask if having a baby with me was a factor. If she was tied to me for eighteen years and I was a pro-football player, then she’d at least get money out of me and that had probably been her plan all along.
“I’m gonna go.”
“You do that,” I hissed. I was done. I needed to cool off before I said something more I’d regret. Vanessa had my entire heart, but the more I spoke, the more I felt myself pushing her away.
When she opened the door to my room, she turned. “The real reason I was crying last night wasn’t because I’m pregnant. It’s because I never thought I’d have to go through an abortion.”
My head snapped up. “You’ve already made up your mind?”
“Of course I have. I’m seventeen, PJ. I can’t be tied down with a baby.Ihave dreams.”
I pulled her back into my room and shut the door. “What do you mean you’ve already made up your mind?” I barked, spit flying from my mouth.
She wiped her chin. “You don’t get to make this decision.”
“The hell I don’t!”
“It’s my body!”
I stepped closer, coming nose to nose with her. “It’s my baby, too. My fucking blood.”
“This is not up for discussion anymore.” She pushed my chest, but I didn’t budge. I was like a brick wall especially when I was pissed as fuck. “Move out of my way.”
“No.” I shook my head.
She started to poke my chest with each word. “I. Don’t. Want. Kids. Now get out of my way!”
I stared at her. “You’re going to get rid of our baby? It’s a part of us! We made that baby together and you’re just going to go and get rid of it? You really don’t love me, do you?” She looked past me, not saying a word.
I had my answer.
“You disgust me. Get the fuck out of here,” I spat. I didn’t know what more to say or do. She was carrying my baby and was going to get rid of it like it was yesterday’s trash. She didn’t once shed a tear. I, however, cried like a little bitch the moment I saw her pull away.
She was taking more than just my heart with her; she was taking something I’d created. I was by no means ready to be a father, but I wanted to be with Vanessa forever. I loved her more than anything… More than football. She was the first thing I thought about when I woke up in the morning and the last thing I thought about when I went to sleep at night.
And now we were done.
After I’d manned up, I got in my car and drove around for an hour feeling weak until I saw a sign:
Army Strong
It was as if it was calling to me. Without another thought, I pulled in front of the building, turned off my car, and walked inside.
That was the day I put my country’s dreams before my own.
Chapter Three
Joselyn
Two years later…
Holy fuck.“Um, okay?”
He chuckled. “You have no idea do you?”
