“His door is locked, he probably fell asleep again.”
“Oh.” He looked towards the hall on the opposite side of the living room that would lead to his room, then back to me, “I could make you breakfast? I don't have anything going on today.”
“Don't worry about it, I already ate. I'm probably going to –”
A door opened down the hall and my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Trish walk out in nothing but underwear and Chase's favorite concert shirt. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, causing the shirt to rise up farther.
“Was someone knocking?” She asked groggily.
Oh. My. Word. No effing way she just walked out of Chase's room. I spared a quick glance to Brandon whose face was getting red with anger and staring at the hall, then pushed past Trish to walk into Chase's room that now had the door wide open. Chase was asleep in bed in only his boxers, his arm stretched out where I guess Trish's body had just been. All the air left my lungs and I had to grab the door frame with one hand and the knob with the other to keep myself standing.
“Harper?” Brandon breathed behind me.
I turned and tears started streaming down my face when I saw him. I'd hurt him so badly, cheated on him and crushed him though he'd never once done anything but love me. Now here I am looking at my boyfriend and the father of my unborn child after a night with another woman. I would expect Brandon to smirk, say that karma's a bitch, and I deserved this. Instead his face was worried when he looked at me, and downright murderous when he glanced at Chase. I stumbled away from both of them and down the hall, stopping short when I saw Bree. She was standing across the living room from me with Konrad, both looking like they just woke up and didn't understand why Trish was in the kitchen. Bree did a double take when she saw me, Brandon now behind me again, and her eyes went wide as her head slowly turned back to the kitchen.
“YOU BITCH!” She screeched and lunged towards Trish, Konrad barely caught her arms and slammed her back to his chest. “You whore! He's about to have a baby!”
A painful sob broke out of my chest when Trish simply smirked at me, then Breanna. “I ha – I have to – I have to go.” I grabbed for my keys in my purse and dropped them, before I could bend down to get them, Brandon grabbed them and ushered me toward the front door.
He walked me to my car and opened the passenger door, “Get in, I'm not going to let you drive.”
“Harper!” Bree yelled as she ran down the driveway, “Harper, are you okay?”
“Why would I be okay?! I thought you were watching them!”
“We were, I swear we both thought he went back to Mom's so we went to sleep.”
I covered my face and leaned into the seat, “God, I knew this would happen.”
“Let me take you to Mom's Harper.”
“I can't Bree, I can't go there yet. I can't tell her about this.”
She unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me into a hug, her tiny frame shaking with sobs. “I can't believe this is happening Harper, I'm so sorry. I swear we were watching them, I swear!”
“I believe you, it's not your fault.” I let my head drop to her shoulder, “I always knew he would leave me.”
“I'll castrate him for this, Harper.”
I took in a deep breath and sank back into my seat, “Bree stop. This was his decision. I was stupid to think he would want to be with me and raise this baby.” Bree started to talk but I cut her off, “Can you tell Mom and Dad please? I can't face them yet, and I don't think I can tell them.”
“Where are you going to go?” She spoke through the lump in her throat.
“I don't know. I'll come home, just not yet. I can't handle possibly running into him right now.”
She eyed Brandon warily from where he was in the driver seat, then looked back to me, “Call me. Just because he messed up, please don't leave us, we all love you too Harper.”
“I won't, promise. I just need a few hours to think, I'll see you tonight. Love you Bree.”
“I love you too friend.” She squeezed my hand before shutting my door and stepping back to Konrad, tears still pouring down her face.
“Drive Brandon, please. Just go anywhere.”
He cranked the car and turned to leave the neighborhood, my phone chimed before we'd gone more than a block, it was a message from Chase. Against my better judgment, I opened the text and slapped my hand over my mouth to cover my disturbed cry.
“Harper?!”