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Tristan
I deserved the split lip, black eye, and most-likely cracked ribs Ty gave me. That’s why I didn’t fight back. If I had chosen to, I could have kicked his a*s, but I wanted him to hit me. It felt right to be punished.
It had been so stupid of me to get into this predicament. Guilt overwhelmed me for what Lexi was going through, but even more than that, I was worried about what it meant to our futures––especially mine. Lexi was a special girl, and I cared deeply for her, but that didn’t mean I was ready to give up my future to marry her and raise a child.
There was no denying that my reaction had been terrible when Lexi had told me the news that she was pregnant. Fear had iced my veins as my pulse pounded in my head. A baby was the last thing either of us needed right now, so
