I locked myself in my room because I was so angry and disappointed. Hell, I didn’t even know why. This wasn’t supposed to affect me. Minutes later, he started knocking on my door.
“Bree, let’s talk, please.”
“Get out! I don’t want to talk to you!” I shouted angrily.
“No, Bree, you have to listen to me. We can’t go to sleep angry.”
“Go away! I don’t want to hear you!”
Fortunately, I heard his footsteps moving away, but he soon returned with a bunch of keys and opened the door. How could he just unlock the door? I had the right not to see him if I didn’t want to. That made me even angrier. I was about to explode, and the last time I did, it wasn’t pretty for him. He tried to approach me, but I pushed him away.
“Bree, please, you have to listen to me. That baby isn’t mine.”
“Oh, sure,
