CHAPTER FORTY THREE

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” I yelled after Allison, ripped the door open and ran after her. She’d almost reached the stairs.

“ALLISON!”

“But I thought...” she started, but I had already grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to my apartment.

“What the hell did you just say?” I said in a tone that sounded both threatening and angry. I wasn’t. I was panicking, and I wanted to scream at her and tell her she was delusional.

“I’m pregnant and you’re the father. Obviously.”

I snorted and combed my hands through my hair, so roughly it hurt.

“Obviously? What the hell is obvious about that? We’ve used protection every single time, and you’re on the pill, dammit!”

Then I paused for a moment when a sick thought made me freak out even more.

“Unless... Fuck! Did you trick me? Did you save one of the condoms and... Oh, my God. That’s disgusting!”

“No! Aaron! How can you even think that?” she protested.

“Well, how the hell did you get pregnant, then? This has to be some sort of a sick joke.”

I was fum