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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Apr 4, 2013 0:27:41 GMT -5
Dallas hadn't been at the apartment while Kat was there for nearly a week. He'd been staying mostly at the shop, sleeping in the back seat of his Chevelle with a thin blanket and his Carhartt to keep him company. He was getting to the point of self loathing over what he had done. If it had been anyone else other than his pregnant girlfriend who he genuinely cared for and loved, he wouldn't be so hung up about it. But it was. He had to go any fuck up the one good thing that had happened to him.
He knew exactly what would happen if he told her about Chelsea. She'd kill her, and then she'd kill him. He shook his head as he pulled down the garage door, hoped inside Mr. Clooney's SUV and headed back to his apartment, which Kat had nearly moved into. Every mile that passed, his chest tightened a little more. By the time he'd reached the street and parked, Dallas felt like he was going to have a fucking panic attack. As far as he knew, she was sitting in front of the door with a loaded shotgun she'd borrowed from his closet. Death by your own gun, lovely.
He slugged his way up the stairs and onto the third story where their apartment was. The door was hardly ever locked, like now, so he took in a deep breath and opened the door. Shutting it behind him, he dropped his backpack to the floor and started to look around. There was no sign of her, or Kevin, or Arturo. Fuck, she killed his best friend and cooked the cat. It smelled like freshly cooked food, anyway.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Dallas continued back to his room, and stopped dead in his tracks. There she was, Arturo curled up next to her on his bed. The sight was so sweet, Dallas couldn't help but to think of how a baby would look in that equation. He rested his shoulder in the door frame to take it in for a second. He probably looked like hell itself just waltzed in, with his filthy, greasy jeans and red plaid button-up. He was up to his elbows in black and it was surely all over his neck and probably on his face too. For a moment, he'd forgotten why he'd come home in the first place, why he was even upset, but the minute she turned around and saw him, and the light that sprung to her face, it all washed back to him. The little hint of a smile that had shown up vanished and left his face blank until he offered her a fake smile. "Hey, baby. What're you cookin'?"
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Post by kat on Apr 4, 2013 1:13:15 GMT -5
Dallas had been acting so strange on the phone. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with him, but at least he was coming home. She actually was surprised he even answered when she called, so the fact that she would be seeing him soon was just some of the best news she'd ever heard. Whatever was wrong with Dallas they would probably be able to work through. She didn't want him to be so upset when he'd been working hard for them. For her and the baby.
She was cuddling with Arturo reading a book on the bed when she noticed Dallas standing there. How long he'd been looking at her, she didn't know. She was just so glad to see him. Even covered in grease, he was still the most attractive thing she'd ever laid eyes on.
She closed her book and hoped off the bed. She was going to hug him, even if he was all dirty. She didn't care — her boy was home!
"I made you spaghetti with crumbled sausage in the sauce, and I put some Texas Toast in the toaster oven. It's not much, but I bet your hungry," she leaned up and kissed his lips. "I've miss you so much, baby, you can't even imagine."
Looking closer at his face, she noticed that he had a little bit of grease on his nose, so she licked her finger and tried to get it off. It wasn't budging very much, so she just shrugged.
"You want me to draw you a bath when you finish eating? I can wash your back..." she winked at him and then turned towards the kitchen to get the toast out of the oven. She was glad he'd gotten here when he did, but his plate was still warm. It'd only been sitting out for maybe five minutes, so he didn't even have to put it in the microwave.
She felt like she was going to be good at this. Being a little stay at home mom. She'd still find a way to go to college, but she couldn't complain about having a wonderful guy in her life and whoever this little fish in her belly was. |
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Apr 4, 2013 22:58:17 GMT -5
It was so hard to look at her but Dallas forced himself to just grin and bare it. She even made him fucking dinner! with toast! And hugged him even though he looked like he had just walked out of a soot pile or something of the sort and probably smelled like oil and sweat. He was just not a pretty picture right now, standing there wallowing in his troubles. The hug that he had returned, followed by the kiss were quick and light. Not like how he normally kissed her, which was like he'd been gone for a year and hadn't seen her.
Dallas frowned at her kindness and generosity about drawing him a bath after he ate. "I was just gonna' take a quick shower, but if you want to, that's fine. I brought some movies home that I thought you might like. We could watch one later, or something." He dropped his arm from her back so that it hung by his side. That's about the time the small kitten was parading around his feet. "Hey buddyy." He smiled, bending down to pick up the meowing feline. Instantly, he had started purring and Dallas turned back to the kitchen with him. "Did you already eat, babe?" Dallas asked, setting the cat on the floor who jumped to the counter and was immediately swatted away. "Get off the counter, bitch!" He partly laughed.
He took his plate and went into the living room to sit on the couch. Honestly, he didn't have an appetite at all but he didn't want to offend Kat by not eating after she's worked so hard to surprise him. Why was she so good to him? He didn't deserve her, she didn't deserve him. She would be better off with someone else. Dallas picked at the food on his plate and glanced to Kat's abdomen where there baby was brewing. The thought flickered into his mind, just as it had for the last few days.. he was no different than his own father.
"You're a great cook, y'know that?" He muttered after making himself take a bite. He kept shooing the pest of a cat away with his boot. Clearly he was hungry, but he'd feed him after he ate. Dallas leaned his back against the arm of the couch, and pulled one of his legs onto the seat. At this point, he didn't really care if his shit got dirty, it was all going to be in flames soon anyways.
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Post by kat on Apr 4, 2013 23:22:00 GMT -5
"I ate a few hours ago, but I've been feeling a little sick, so..." Kat shrugged and picked up the kitten so he would stop bothering Dallas. She poured him a little food and sat him down on the kitchen floor.
Then she turned her attention back to her boyfriend. Why was he acting so...not himself? It was like he didn't even want to touch her, he hardly kissed back when she went in for it, and it couldn't have been because he was dirty. Normally he didn't even care, but for some reason...
She sat on the coffee table facing the couch and looked at him. "Okay, you're going to have to tell me what's wrong before I freak out. You're scaring me," She was starting to feel a bit emotional, and she was blaming it all on the pregnancy hormones. Making her all moody and hungry and just...she wouldn't normally be getting this frantic about Dallas acting a bit withdrawn, but right now, she had a feeling like it was the end of the world.
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Apr 9, 2013 14:02:52 GMT -5
"You're still having morning sickness?" Dallas asked after swallowing a tiny bite of the food. He looked at a picture of them from the camping trip they had taken the previous year and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He pictured the three of them, Kat, himself and their baby, five years from now in a tent on some river bank. It hurt to think that he might not get that opportunity to show their child how to build a campfire or cast a fishing reel. No, he'd gone and fucked that up.
Dallas looked down when she asked him to tell her what was really going on with him and why he was acting so funny. He set the plate on the couch next to him and rested his elbows on his knees, not even sure how to start if he was going to start. He cleared his voice and fidgeted with his hands, rubbing the sweat from them before standing up. He thought a change in clothes would give him enough time to think of something to say, or at least that was his plan..
He switched into a pair of dark blue jeans and snagged a shirt from his closet before heading back into the living room. As he entered, Dallas pulled the clean shirt up and over his head and then his body. The whole minute it took to change, he still hadn't thought of anything except what he had already come up with in the previous week. He remained standing, and rested against the entryway wall between the kitchen and the living room. Like a sudden wave of something coming, he finally spoke. "I fucked up." His voice was low and flat. He was almost certain she could hear the crack in his voice at the end.
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Post by kat on Apr 11, 2013 1:24:43 GMT -5
It took a lot to willpower for Kat to not roll her eyes and say yeah, you always fuck up, what's new? Dallas was always doing stupid shit to piss her off or just make things worse than they already were, but she could tell by the way he sounded like he was about to cry that it probably wasn't the time to point that out.
"What do you mean?" She asked him, wanting him to just spit it out. What could he have done that was so bad? Did he kill someone? Punch a baby in the face? Join the KKK? Urinate on some hobos?
There was really nothing she could think of that Dallas would actually do that would make him so upset. It wasn't like he would cheat on her or something. He'd tried too hard to get with her, and even waited six whole months before they had sex. If he would have cheated, it would have already happened so she wasn't worried. Besides, they had a baby on the way. She was three months pregnant with his child, and she was actually starting to nest in the apartment. She was trying to figure out how to fit a crib in his room, and it would be so much easier if he were here to help her figure it out.
She folded her legs under herself and waited for him to fess up to whatever he did. She honestly thought he was just being a drama queen as per usual, but she wasn't going to say it out loud. She really didn't know what she would do with herself if he just started crying. Lately she'd been so hormonal, everything made her cry, and she didn't need a crying baby daddy too.
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Apr 11, 2013 2:23:23 GMT -5
Dallas had cheated in past relationships, it really wasn't anything new. But he hadn't gotten any of them pregnant, after actually admitting his feelings, and then fucking up. He always fucked something up, guess it ran in the family. "I, uhm." He bit down hard on his bottom lip and cleared his throat again. It was difficult to admit, but he actually felt like he was about to lose it! He couldn't even imagine what she was going to do, say or feel when she knew.
His chest was heavy, his breathing shallow and quiet. Dallas couldn't bring himself to even give her a passing glance because he was the guilt had made it's way to his face and was showing like white on black construction paper. He ran his hand through his hair, down his neck and then back over his face. As it dropped from his jaw, he started his confession. "Kat, you're going to hate me. You're going to leave me and not even think twice that I ever existed, and I'm not going to blame you.." He started, shifting his weight. Like word vomit, it just came out all at once, "It's probably best coming from me and not someone else, but it's been eating away at me and ... I, uhm... I slept with someone two weeks ago." He paused, not even able to comprehend what he just said. Next, he was preparing himself for the worst.
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Post by kat on Apr 11, 2013 3:05:39 GMT -5
It took a minute for Kat to fully comprehend what he'd just said. He slept with someone else. Someone else. Someone. Else. Slept with.
She shook her head and looked down. She wasn't even sure what to say or do. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to do every horrible thing in the world to him.
"Wow," Was all she said. And then she started laughing. Not hysterically, but she was still laughing, and she was now almost positive that she was going fucking crazy.
"Welp," she stood up and shrugged. "Guess that's that then, huh?" She picked up Dallas's plate and held it for a second. She contemplated throwing it at him, but why bother? That was probably what he was expecting anyway. So she just walked into the kitchen, still chuckling to herself, and scraped the remaining food into the trash can. Then she threw the plate into the sink, smashing it into a million pieces.
"I should have fucking known," she muttered, turning back around to him. "I should have known that it was too good to be true. I should have known you were worthless when you blew me off again and again for Esme, for work, for whatever fucking excuse you could come up with. I should have known you were going to do something like this."
She narrowed her eyes, "You want to know something? Kegan told me over and over again to leave you, because he said you were trouble, but I told him he was wrong, and just being stupid. But now I realize that I'm the one who's the fucking idiot to have trusted someone so pathetic. All you care about is getting your dick wet, nothing else matters to you.
"God, I almost feel sorry for you. I thought I was fucked up, but now I see that it's all you. What kind of person cheats on their pregnant girlfriend? The one they swore they loved?" She laughed weakly. "No, wait! Don't answer that, I'll tell you — someone who's own father was just like them! That's right, you turned out just like your no good, abusive, cheating father who left you. Aren't you proud, Dallas?"
She smiled big, and spoke as if she was talking to a small child. "Come on, Dallas! Aren't you proud of yourself? Aren't you glad that you're the most degenerate scum to ever walk in my life? Doesn't it make you feel wonderful to know that you're a disgusting piece of shit, who deserves nothing good in life?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, and then pushed past him into the bedroom. She grabbed the dufflebag that was sitting next to the bed, and started haphazardly throwing every personal item she had into it. She went to the bathroom and put all of her toiletries into the bag, dropping some of them onto the floor since they were still wet.
Sighing, she bent over to pick them up, only to be met by a wave of nausea. She paused for a moment, waiting for it to pass or show itself, and then stood back up once it didn't.
"You know what?" She turned back to him, and kind of laughed. "I am so done. But you're, wrong, Dallas. I don't hate you. Want to know why? Because you're not fucking worth the energy. I don't understand how you can go two weeks with this, and not say anything. Is that just the kind of person you are? A useless liar who cares about no one but yourself?"
She had to stop, because she was getting emotional and was starting to shake. She ran her hand though her hair, and then dropped it to her stomach. She couldn't do this. She wouldn't do this. She should have listened when people told her to just take care of it. Clearly Dallas didn't care, and now neither did she.
She picked up her bag and zipped it, not even caring if she was forgetting something. "Tomorrow morning... I'm getting rid of this shit," she ran her hand down her bump, which she had gone from loving to despising in a matter of minutes. "I'm not bringing a child into this world with a piece of shit father. I will not be tied to someone so..." She shook her head and couldn't even think of a word to describe her feelings towards him.
She slung the bag across her shoulder and walked out of the bathroom towards the front door. "It's not like you give a fuck about me or the kid anyway."
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Post by Dallas Kennedy on Apr 11, 2013 5:26:26 GMT -5
Dallas knew something was coming but he was honestly surprised when she wasn't pushing him around and smacking the shit out of him. He hadn't moved though, not even a hair from where he was standing as she quietly discarded of the food he hadn't touched or even when the plate was being shattered in the sink. When she spoke again, though, he turned around to face her, he owed her at least that. He stayed quiet with his arms crossed as she tore him a new one without even thinking twice about anything.
Until she brought up his dad. That really struck a home run and made him literally take a step back from her. He deserved that! He deserved everything. Shit, he deserved a kick in the balls too but she had yet to do that. Dallas clenched his jaw because of the sting in his chest. This was tearing him apart and he had no one to blame but himself but he wasn't even doing that right now. He just stood there emotionless. He moved the second she started to walk into his bedroom, like someone else was controlling his body.
He desperately wanted to beg her not to leave, to just forgive him and say that everything was going to be okay. Dallas knew that would never be the case, so instead he followed her around as she collected her things. With each item she placed into the bag, a little ping grew bigger and bigger. When they reached the bathroom and dropped something on the floor, he immediately went to retrieve it for her, despite the death glare and nauseous look on her face.
"I didn't know how to tell you, Kat!" He snapped back, taking the opportunity to at least try and apologize before she walked out of his life. He didn't know why, but his temper had flared up and he could feel himself steaming. He had only raised his voice to Kat maybe once or twice and it wasn't serious, but this? this was. "I'm sorry. I know you won't believe me and that's fine, I fucking deserve that. Kat, I-" He was cut off by her saying she was getting rid of something in the morning. He wasn't thinking clearly, but he thought she had meant the things she had just packed. His eyes followed her hands to her swollen abdomen and he felt his heart fall out of his ass and his mouth fell slightly open.
Dallas couldn't even move as she pushed him out of the way and headed to the front door. Was she serious? She couldn't.. she wouldn't do something like that, he knew her too well. Hearing the front door open, he rushed for it. "Kat!" He called, just as he'd reached the living room. "You can't fucking do that! I have say too." Dallas put his hand on the top of the door, slamming it shut and moving inbetween her and the door. "He's half mine, I get a say!" At this point, he wasn't really yelling at her and much as he was just fuming with a loud, firm voice. The same one that his dad used with him, but not as angry, mostly because he was to the point where it was taking everything he had not to let her see him cry, even if his voice had a tiny crack now and again.
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Post by kat on Apr 11, 2013 5:53:30 GMT -5
"You do not have a choice!" Kat screamed back at him, the tears finally falling. "This is my body, I can do whatever the hell I want to it! I don't want to have your fucking baby, Dallas! I don't want anything to do with you!"
She pulled at his shoulder to try and move him away from the door, but he wasn't budging. She grabbed his arm and pulled, digging her nails into his skin, scratching him in the process, but still he didn't move. She tried pounding on his chest, she even slapped him in the face, but Dallas wasn't going to let her leave.
With a final scream at the top of her lungs, Kat stopped trying to get past him, knowing she'd never be able to overpower him. She threw her bag on the floor and started yelling at him.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! ihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyouihateyou!" She screamed and cried, and then covered her ears and howled like she was being murdered. She was just so angry, she didn't know what to do with herself. The only thing she could think of was to throw herself on the floor and pitch a fit so big that even a two year old would tell her to calm her shit. So she did the second best thing.
She started grabbing everything she could get her hands on and hurling them at him. She threw some candles she left around the apartment, she threw plates, books, she even picked up a wooden stool and threw that, but it only hit the wall and bounced off.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just leave me alone? I hate you, Dallas, I hate you! You're ruining my life, just let me leave!" She went to the bookshelf and started throwing heavy books at his face, not even noticing if she was hitting him or not.
She just kept repeating the same things, over and over again until she couldn't breathe. Everything was coming out in little unintelligible screeches, and then she finally just collapsed onto the floor, laying her head down.
Never in her life had she had a panic attack this extreme where she felt like she was going to explode or something. She was hyperventilating and crying and shaking — the whole thing was very dramatic. Laying there on the floor before Dallas could come over and try to touch her like she anticipated he would, she tried to catch her breath only to cry more. Every time she tried calming down, she just imagined Dallas with whoever this other girl was, and she felt like her mind was ripping itself apart.
The entire time she was screaming and crying there on the floor, she was holding onto her tummy like it was a security blanket. Three months wasn't a very long time, but it was long enough for her to fall in love with this little unborn baby. Whoever this little thing inside of her was, it had stayed there with her, silently growing and becoming apart of her body. She hadn't even felt it move yet, but somehow that didn't matter.
And now Dallas had ruined that. She wouldn't be able to look down at her belly and not think of him. Before that had been a good thing. Now she hated him. She couldn't keep this child. She wasn't going to let it grow any further. She'd rather it be dead than have a mother who loathed it and a father who cared for nothing but himself. No child deserved that.
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