21. Chapter 21
I stood in the living room throwing Harry's stuff in boxes. He banged on the door yelling my name over and over again. Saying he was sorry and how much he loved Belle and I. Telling me I was his world. About thirty minutes he left and said I couldn't take Belle away from him. I ignored him and taped a letter on one of the boxes filled with his stuff. It said:
It's over. I'm taking Belle with me if you like it or not. You are to never see her. You had your chance and you chose Valerie over your daughter. Don't think about trying to see her or me. It's over.
I left a teardrops on the paper and kissed Belle's head. She looked like him. I cradled her to get her to stop crying. I went in her room and took down all the pictures of Harry and her and erased his existence in her baby book. I wanted to think about something else. I fell to the floor crying. Wishing I could take the night back. The night he spent the night. The night that caused everything to happen.
I loved Belle. I never for one second in my life regretted her being born. My only regret was Harry. The reason for my heartache. The reason for my miserableness. I looked at my phone seeing I had 38 messages from Harry. I didn't want to read them nor see what he has to say. But I looked anyways.
Harry: I don't love her!
Harry: you can't take away my daughter away
Harry: don't leave me
Harry: don't let me go
The texts went on and on. I then got one last text from Harry.
Harry: it's over. i can at least i can sleep with val and know she won't get pregnant.
I broke down crying on the floor. It was all my fault! I had the baby! I wasn't a going girlfriend! It was me! Everything was because of me! I put Harry's stuff out the door and sat in the flat. It felt empty. I felt cold so I went to get a sweater out of the closet. I put on Harry's black sweater on and lied on the sofa crying.