Page 35 of Shameless
Stacey shook her head. “It just … did.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “Did you fall on his dick, toots?”
She cringed at the name I used to call her. I was being an ass, but so fucking what? I never suspected she’d cheat on me and get knocked up. Or just cheat on me in general. We were happy. She agreed to marry me and then went and fucked her ex five months later and never told me.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” I paced in front of her. “Did it never occur to you to fucking tell mebeforeall of our friends and family showed up to watch us get married?”
“I didn’t know I was pregnant before that day.”
“You expect me to believe you found out minutes before saying I do?”
“I did,” she cried. “Molly mentioned it because of my period and bought me a couple of tests. Would you rather I had gone through with the wedding and then find out later it’s not yours?”
I stopped walking and glared at her. “I’d rather you didn’t fuck someone else.”
“I know, and like I said, I’m sorry.”
She could tell me she was sorry until she was blue in the face, but those two words weren’t going to make my anger simmer down. “I can’t fucking believe this.”
“Neither can I.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head slowly. “Well, good luck.”
She blinked. “What?”
“It’s obviously not mine since we always used a condom. So, bye.”
“We can’t know that for sure.”
I grunted. “99.9% sure.”
“Actually, I read condoms are only 87% effective because people aren’t perfect and—”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. The clicking of the clock amplified the throbbing in my head. I strode toward it and yanked it off the wall, removed the battery, and threw both it into the trash can. Stacey stood and backed away as though my anger scared her.
“I know you’re upset—”
“Upset isn’t the word I’d use, toots.”
“Okay, well, while you were gone, I made a doctor’s appointment.” She moved toward the door. “I also looked up paternity tests while pregnant, and I’ll get you that info when I have it.”
“Great.” I clipped.
She opened the door and stepped outside. “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”
“Me too.” I shut the door and locked it.
I was furious and shaking and I knew the only thing that would calm me was a bottle of whiskey.
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Sarah
When my eyes fluttered open,I found my body was stiff and sore as though I’d slept for three days. How was it I’d spent a week on vacation but felt as though I needed another one?
