Elliot pushes his plate away from him and puts his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands and then grunts."Was it that horrible? I mean, I know it was fast and I fell asleep on you but, really, was it so horrible that I made you give up sex altogether? God, I feel worse than I did before," he moans, not looking at me, "And believe me, I felt bad enough as it was.""No, don't feel bad, I’m not lying. It's not all about you. It’s just... I just realized that having meaningless sex has never felt good. I know myself and I can't believe I just realized that I need to be intimate with someone who needs me, who loves me… someone who would literally die for me," I say with a sigh, “And I'm not saying I'll never touch a man again, I'm not a saint either. You know that.""Me?" he asks, playing with his food. I shake my head and he tries to smile futilely, "I get it."I don't think he gets it, in fact, he looks a little... disappointed? I don't know, I don't want to raise my hop

"It doesn't fill me with joy either, asshole," she spits furiously, "I don't know what happened, I felt absolutely nothing before, but today I woke up and... I can't stop being nauseous, my head hurts and I get dizzy if I stand still for too long. That's never happened to me before and those are pregnancy symptoms. So it's obvious.""But you're not sure? You didn't use one of those tests? And hasn't it only been a week?""Uh... I didn't use one of those," she replies, blinking, "But what else could it be? Come on, it's the only option, because some idiot fucking knotted me!""Shut up," I demand, my voice low and tight, "Someone might hear. Let's not lose our heads until we're sure, okay? I don't think it's even possible for you to be feeling pregnancy symptoms after a damn week. Tonight we'll go to the bathroom, you'll pee on that test and we'll be sure. Until then, we shouldn’t panic.""Why tonight? We should go right now and...""No. It’s too risky. The dad brigade is hanging around

"Sir..." I start to speak, trying to fix the situation, "As Angelique said… she can have an abortion. I will pay for the best and safest doctor I can find and everything will go perfectly fine. There's nothing to worry about.""You're going to marry my girl even if I have to drag your unconscious body down the aisle," he orders harshly, pulling himself together. I blink and want to scream at him, ‘Fuck no! Not in a million years. I will never marry your fucking mess of a daughter. It's the last thing I would do’."I-if she's pregnant then we'll get married, sir. I promise," I lie flatly. For the first time in my life. It's a vile, vicious lie but I have to say it. This seems to calm him down a bit, but he's still clearly upset."Now, get back in there and clean up for you and my daughter while she goes to rest and think about the biggest stupidity she's ever committed. And I think you know the crazy amount of stupid things this girl has done."{ Angelique }Eva is laughing at me and

"Go back to your own bag, Jazzer," Elliot says and Franco immediately turns away from me. Coward."It's fine, Elliot, he's helping me and he's good at it. You can go help someone else.""No. He doesn't have to help you. He needs to train, too," he replies and crosses his arms, "Show me what you got.""I'd really like to work with Franco, sir..." I say, quietly. I really don't want to deal with him at all. I'm still sad. And the fact that I'm hearing Lesley's voice every second makes me think about how stupid I was yesterday when I told her to give Elliot a chance."I really don't care what you would or wouldn't like to do. It's not his job to teach you anything, that's my job. So stop talking about him and show me what you've got. Now."I take a big breath reminding myself not to say anything rude because the last thing I need right now is a punishment. Or to talk to him any more than I need to. I just obey and show him."That's not so bad," he says like he’s impressed and reaches ove

I get really fucking angry then, so angry I kind of lose my mind. I start throwing completely unacceptable punches nonstop. I claw at Elliot's arms and at then his face and I still don’t stop at all, I’m growling and crying while he just covers himself. When I grab his soft hair and pull on it with all the strength I can muster, Elliot gets tired of letting me throw this tantrum. He grabs my wrists and twists them, making me squeal."Let go of me, I hate you!" I yell at him, struggling against his grip, "I hate you!"Elliot lets go of me forcefully, pushing me just a little, but I end up on my butt on the floor anyway. I'm crying, but it's not even because of the mess between us or last night’s fight; it's because my face, ribs, wrists and butt hurt. Xavier, Eva and Franco come over and they all ask if I'm okay.“No," I cry, accepting Franco's hand so he can lift me up. He immediately hugs me and I'm so damaged that I bury my face in his chest and wrap my arms around his waist, cry