Piece Of My Heart

Mollie Maloy is just a normal girl caught up in the dream of moving to london and becoming a photographer, But when her dream comes true everything may change along-side her passion.


19. Telling The Father

I got up enough courage to leave the pharmacy's bathroom. As I left the exit I felt like a million eyes and a ears where on to my trail. I held my stomach peacefully with one hand on the wheel as I drove down the freeway. I pulled up to our flat. Harry's flat. I knocked several times but there was no answer. I turned the knobb bringing back a thousand memories. I flenched at the fact that Harry had also touched that door, This all sounds stupid and over explained but I couldn't describe my feelings any less.

"Harry?" I called from the empty kitchen.

"Where are you?" I questioned again when he didn't answer.

I peeped into his bedroom to find him sitting on his bed watching reruns of my favorite t.v. show. Harry hated that show. His eyes were blood shot and his hair a mess. He wore old torn sweats and no shirt and his face was undescribable. It was inevitable that he missed me. We shared the silence for a while until he spoke.

"Why are you here?"

"I came to talk."

"About what? You won't tell me."

"Listen." I mumbled.

"Okay." He said smartly.

"Harry I'm pregnant." I whispered.

"Why don't you go tell the father." He grumbled with a shocked face.

"I am." I scremed slamming my arms to my side.

"Thats not possible." Harry sad full of himself.

"How so?" I asked cocky.

"We haven't done anything in atleast a month and have always used protecion." He rolled his eyes at the thought.

"God you really don't remember." I grumbled.

"Damn it Mollie! What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't like it when you cuss." I snapped.

He stayed silent and I took a deep breath.

"Harry do you remeber last saturday when you asked me to marry you?"

"Of course."

"Later that night you went out for a drink and you came back drunk." I began to cry.

"Mollie, I don't...." I cut him off.

"My stomach was hurting that night and I told you I didn't feel well and when you came back you where a total different person. You hurt me" I kept crying.

Harry ran to my side and wipped my smudged mascara from my eyes. He embrassed me in a hug but all I could do is flench in pain.

"What did I do?" He asked letting a single tear slip from his beautiful green eyes.

I pulled my shirt over my shoulder just enough to show him the bruises. He turned his head in horror.

"Mollie." Thats all he could say.

"You made me feel like their was nothing left of me, nothing left to live for. You tore me into tiny microscopic peices and their was nothing I could have done to stop you."

"Mollie I will never hurt you again." He said embrassing me in a big hug.

This time I didn't jump I even felt secure.

"I will make you happy....all of us." He said while resting a free hand on my belly.

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