Later on (7:57 p.m.)
Justin stood out on his balcony, wearing a white robe and talking on the cordless phone while watching the rain pour down. Him and Robyn wasn't talking after the small fight they had. He tried to stay out of her way before he did something that he regretted. "Huh? No...not really. Why? Well...maybe. Maybe not. We'll have to see. The video was done a few weeks ago and now...they're just now editing it. Yeah I know. They're takin' forever." Robyn walked out on the balcony with a cup of coffee in her hand. She leaned against the sliding door as she watched Justin talk on the phone.
"Um...Justin?" she called. He hastily looked over his shoulder to gaze at her. "Could we...talk?" she hesitantly asked.
"Uh JC...I'll have to call you back. Alright, peace." he turned the phone off, fully turning to face her. She leisurely approached him, moving in closer to him and stopping.
"I...brought you some coffee. One of your favorite..."
"No thanks." he interrupted. She bit the bottom of her lip and looked away.
"Alright." he watched as she sat the cup on a small table and turn to face him. "Um...what I wanted to talk about was...the incident earlier." she paused, gazing deeply in his eyes. "I think we are acting like complete babies. Seriously. I mean...we're walking around here like we barely know each other. I...I'm sorry for the way that I behaved, alright? But does that give you a right to ignore me?"
"Let me ask you ONE question. Do you THINK I deserved to be HIT just because I cursed in the baby's presence? Answer the question. Do you actually THINK that I deserved that? I do nothing but TREAT you like the queen you are...because I love you. ALL you had to do was ASK me to stop cursing around her. That's all. You didn't have to HIT me. That really hurt." he spoke angrily.
"Yeah. You're absolutely right about that. I just...things happen. I don't know how to control my actions sometimes, and you should know that by now."
"Yeah well...I've put you with your FEISTY behavior FAR TOO LONG NOW! When you were FIVE and up to now and whether you believe it or not...people do get tired of the same shit happening over and over again. Your good looks got you somewhere, but your attitude won't. Trust me. Now if you're not willing to change that, then...you cared shit about me. That's the way I see it." he brushed pass her, entering the bedroom.
"Justin, wait..." he froze, slowly turning to face her. She entered the room, and closed the sliding door. "I just don't want our daughter growing up around negativity."
"Well life ain't easy. You or NO ONE can change that. This world is FILLED with negativity. So whether you believe it or not...Kara's gonna grow up around it one way or another. I DID! YOU DID! AND EVERYONE ELSE DID! You probably haven't noticed it yet, because you're so STUCK in your fantasy world. Well get a reality check, baby. There's more to it then you'll EVER know." she held her head down as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I just don't understand...what went wrong. Why are we fighting?" she lifted her head to gaze in his eyes. "Is this ALL about Kara? We shouldn't..." she paused, clearing her throat. "Why must we go through this? I don't wanna lose you over this. God knows what I would do then. The ONLY thing that kept me goin' last time was all of Linda's wisdom. Without it...I probably wouldn't have made it. I WOULD have been six feet under. And I don't...wanna go through that again." she slowly began crying. He began to feel bad for the way he behaved towards her. "I don't." she sniffled profoundly.
"Robyn...stop. Please don't do this." she bit the bottom of her lip, forcefully holding in the sobs that were begging to escape. "Don't cry." he spoke, slowly moving in towards her. "Look...maybe you're right." he wrapped his arms around her waist as she met eye contact with him. "We shouldn't walk around here like we don't know each other. Because...we're supposed to be getting married, and married couples don't ignore each other. So...I agree with you a hundred percent on that." he bit the bottom of his lip as he peered deeply in her eyes. "I love you SO much, baby. All I'm asking for...is the respect that I give you. That's all. I'm not askin' for much. Okay, sweetie? Don't cry." he slowly leaned in, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, baby." he breathed between her lips.
"I love you too." she closed her eyes as he brushed her cheek delicately with the tip of his thumb. Slowly, she fluttered her eyes open and peered in his eyes. They both gazed deeply in one another's eyes, searching each other's face. She couldn't believe how beautiful he were to her. "You're so..." she trailed off as she noticed the look he held.
He leaned in, and began kissing down her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying all of his compassion. "I wanna do something." he spoke huskily by her ear.
"Mmm." she moaned softly. "Like what?" he pulled back to gaze in her eyes. She stood there with a teasing look on her face.
"You should know. Something...exciting. Something that...makes us feel good." she chuckled softly. "You in?"
"Hmm well...why don't we see." she slowly leaned in, once again meeting lips with his. "Mmm." she plunged her tongue in his entry, ravaging him desperately. He helped her on the bed and climbed on top of her, never parting lips.
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11:58 p.m. (Two minutes before midnight)
A loud cry awoke Robyn out of her sleep. She groaned, slowly stirring in bed. The cry began to irritate her. "Damnit." she moaned, leisurely sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes. The cry began to get louder, finally awaking Justin. "Alright, alright." she stepped out of bed. "Mommy's comin'." she exited the room, neatly staggering towards Kara's room. "Whoa." she caught her balance by leaning against the wall.
Whayyyyyyyyyy
Whayyyyyyyyyy
"Okay, okay." she leaned over the crib, carefully grasping the infant in her arms. "Shhh. Mommy's here now." she pecked her on the cheek and took a seat on the rocking chair. "Hungry? Is that what it is? Okay." she lifted her shirt and guided her to her nipple. Slowly, she began sucking on it. "Ooh. Not too hard, sweetie." she spoke, scrunching her face up in pain.
"Everything okay?" she hastily looked up to gaze at Justin who stood by the door.
"Um...yeah. She's just...a little hungry. I thought I fed her two hours ago. Hmm."
"Well um...I'm gonna hop back in bed. I'm whooped." he spoke, rubbing his eyes.
"Alright. I'll meet you in a few." she gazed back at Kara who continued sucking on her nipple. "Good? Huh, cutie? Tasty? Deeelicious? Haha." she frolicked.
The next day
10:59 a.m.
"So um..." Robyn fiddled with her eggs as she thought how to put her sentence. "You haven't...well you DID tell Charlie about...the father of the baby, right?" she asked Linda who sat on the other side of the bar with her.
"Uh...no not...really. I uh..." Robyn's eyebrows lifted up questionably.
"Why? I mean...don't you think you're waitin' too long? When do you plan on tellin' him? When you have the baby?" she shook her leg, something she does when she's nervous.
"No. I...I just don't think...it's the right time, ya' know?" she gazed to the side to stare at Charlie who sat at the kitchen table with Justin. "Whenever I'm about to tell him...it's like...he seems happy. TOO happy, ya' know? I just..." she gazed down at her plate of food. "I'm in a situation where...I'm just...really stuck, Rob." she looked up, gazing in her brown eyes. "I don't know what to do. I really love Charlie, and I don't want anything to destroy our love. Yes, I was stupid for sleepin' with the guy, but...things happen." she stuffed some grits in her mouth.
"Yeah well...the longer you wait...the less chance you'll have to straighten things out. I'm serious. I know this by experience." she warned.
"I know, I know." she agreed. "I just don't know how I'm gonna tell him. That's all." Justin stood up, and approached the two.
"You guys want anything to drink?" he asked, glimpsing back and forth at the two.
"Uh nah. I'm fine." Linda answered kindly.
"No thanks. I'll be alright." he shrugged his shoulders.
"Alright." he pecked Robyn on the lips and entered the kitchen. She held her head down in thought. "You know...you and Charlie been together for...a couple months now, right?" she looked up with an awkward look on her face.
"Yeah. Why?" she asked curiously.
"Well um...are you guys...serious? I mean...do you plan on staying with him for...a while? If so...I suggest you..." she leaned in, whispering the rest in her ear. Her head shot back, and her eyes bulged out in a stunned mode.
"What? Are you kid..." she gazed around, realizing everyone was staring at her. "Um..." she sighed heavily, and closed her eyes, trying hard not to blow up. "Robyn...you do realize that...well...you realize what kind of man Charlie is, correct?" she whispered. "How in the hell am I gonna pull off that? The baby may look more like me any way. Besides...that's called murder. If you haven't heard."
"Well that's the only thing I can come up with. If you don't want Charlie to find out, then you better do that. I'm sorry, but I would." she shook her head, disagreeing with her.
"I can't, Rob. I just...can't pull myself to do that. I can't...have an abortion. I...maybe I should just confess. For Christ sake, it's not the baby's fault. I shouldn't kill it." she rubbed through her hair in frustration.
"Alright, well...I tried helping. I guess everything is up to you now. You shouldn't have waited this long any way." she stood up, and pushed in her bar chair. "I'm going upstairs. Good luck." she watched her turn, and head towards the staircase railing.
"I'll be back." Justin spoke, following Robyn up the stairs. Charlie glanced at Linda and smiled sincerely.
"Come over here. Come talk to me." he assured. She smirked, and stood up, taking a seat across from here. "Are you okay? You've been acting...a little uneasy lately? Is there something...you would like to talk about?" Charlie was the type who understood things, especially her. But something told her that he definitely wouldn't understand her this time. She had really screwed things up.
"Um...well yeah. I uh..." she gulped down, and held her head down, hesitating. She wanted so badly to run away. She knew that Charlie was the one for her, but how could she have did something so outrageous. "Charlie...there's...something I've been holding back from you...for a few weeks now. And...I just couldn't get myself to...build up the courage to tell you." he gazed deeply in her eyes, realizing how sad she was. This was something he definitely wasn't use to.
"Look at you. You...look so down." he reached out, brushing her cheek delicately with his thumb. "I'm not use to seeing you like this." he licked his moist lips, never peeling his eyes from off hers. "Tell me. You know...you can talk to me about anything. I won't...hurt you. I promise. So...tell me the problem."
"Um..." she sniffled, and wiped underneath her diluted eyes. "A few weeks ago...I went to the club...I met you, and...there was this guy. He um..." she sniffled once again. "He was about...your height. Dark brown hair, and light brown eyes. Very tanned, and...somehow he...attracted my attention. As soon as I got there." the way he stared at her made her a little nervous. "Um...any way. We talked...I can't even remember how long. He was telling me about his breakup, and...other things like that. And...I mentioned you. I told him I had a boyfriend, but...he...he didn't care." she found herself in a position where, the only thing she could do was cry, but she knew it wouldn't solve anything. "He...invited me to his place...after we had a few drinks. I must've been drunk, because...I wouldn't have done what I did. I swear. I wouldn't have..." the tears had completely token over her. "Charlie...I love you...so much, and...I don't want to...lose you."
"Ha. What are you talking about? You're...you're not gonna lose me. You hear me?" he leaned in, placing a kiss on her lips. "You're not gonna lose me. Now...just tell me what happened. Did he...rape you? Tell me, baby." she sniffled uncontrollably.
"No...he...he came...onto me, and...I was...so...hot and...I...I couldn't con...trol my actions. I'm...I'm so...I'm so sorry. I swear...I didn't mean..."
"Shhh." he lifted her head up by her chin, and scrutinized her face closely. "Look at me." she hesitated to lock eyes with his. "What happened? Did you...sleep with him? Is that...what you're telling me?"
"Um..." she cleared her throat to rid of the knot. "I...I guess so." there was a long pause, a moment of silence.
"Ha. Um...are you...serious? You...slept with him? A...complete stranger? But besides that...you slept with him?" he tried not to get too emotional.
"Y...yes. I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to." he held his head down, rubbing through his hair in frustration. "Charlie..." she reached out to touch him, but he jerked away.
"Don't..." he held his hand up. "Don't touch me, okay?" he looked up, locking eyes with hers. "I can't believe...you would do something so...disgusting. I thought...you loved me. I thought...we were gonna get married. I thought..."
"But I do love you, and...I do..."
"NO! JUST...keep quiet, okay?" he warned. "I don't wanna hear it. I mean...if you really loved me...you wouldn't have done it. Now am I correct?" her lip began to tremble with emotions.
"Ye...yes. You are, but...mistakes..."
"Mistake my ass. When were you gonna tell me this? When we were old and gray? It's starting to make me think whose the father of that baby." she closed her eyes, slowly releasing a sigh. These reactions were surely familiar to him. Whenever she knew she was guilty, those exact reactions would occur. "Shit. I can't...I can't fucking believe this. It's not my baby, is it? Oh god no." he stood up, scratching his scalp in dissatisfaction. "Fuck no. I can't...fucking believe this shit."
"Charlie..." she stood up and approached him. "Please..." she reached out, quickly watching as he backed away.
"No." he shook his head, as he continued backing away from her. "No. Don't...come near me. Please. Do NOT...come any closer. I don't...wanna have to do something I would regret." he backed up in towards the door.
"Charlie..."
"I don't...I can't believe you. I NEVER THOUGHT...you would DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! How could you do this to me? Huh? What the FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?! DID YOU THINK...YOU WOULD ACTUALLY GET AWAY WITH THIS?! HOW...h..." he could feel the tears building up in his system. "And...just to think...that I really loved you. Just...fuck you, okay. Don't fucking...don't call me. Don't do ANYTHING! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! I SWEAR TO GOD..." he held up his finger, burning a hole into her. "I...I gotta get outta here." he pulled the door open, and rushed out.
"Charlie...no." she stormed towards the door, finally peering outside, watching him unlock the car door. "Oh my god. Ch...Charlie? Wh...where are you going?"
"Some place...far away from you." she rushed up towards him.
"Don't...please. I'm...I told you I was so..." she grasped his arm, watching him twirl to face her.
"WHAT DID I SAY?! DON'T TOUCH..." he grabbed her neck, and slung her against the car. "...ME!" she stood there, in shock. She never thought he would actually treat her like that. It seemed as if he completely turned into a different man. She had never saw this side of him before. "You know what? Get your ass in this car. I'm gonna show you...not to fuck with me." he demanded.
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Two hours later (12:59 p.m.)
The doorbell rung loud and clear throughout the house. Robyn jogged down the stairs and towards the door. "I bet it's the pizza man." she spoke, unlocking the door.
"I hope so. I sure am starving." Justin spoke while heading down the stairs, following behind Robyn. She pulled the door open, instantly coming across a sight she didn't expect to see. She gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
"Oh my..." it felt like she couldn't talk.
"Linda?" Justin spoke, more stunned then Robyn. "Oh my...what the hell? Who did this to you?" Linda stood there with a dark, blue color circling her eye. Her lip was bleeding, and she held her hands between her legs. It seemed as if she was brutally beaten. "Lin..."
"Cha...Charlie..." she spoke hoarsely. "Ro...help...help me." she reached out for her. The last thing she could remember was falling back, knocking out cold.
"Oh my god." they both stood there in shock.
An half hour later
Justin stepped up on the porch, and rung the doorbell continuously. "The fuck is wrong with him." he mumbled, ringing the doorbell nonstop. "CHARLIE...OPEN UP THIS DAMN DOOR!" he yelled. A few seconds later, the door flew open, and a person peered out. He couldn't really recognize the person, because it was dark. "Charlie...is that you?" the person didn't responded.
"Justin?" he flicked the porch light on.
"Hey, man. Um...could you...step outside for a minute? I need to have a word with you." he hesitantly stepped out on the porch, shielding his eyes from the porch light shining on him. "Were you sleepin'? Well you know...that's just too bad." with one swift movement, he swung his fist, striking him in the face. "What the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU BEAT ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT?! DAMN, MAN! I THOUGHT YOU WERE BETTER THAN THAT! HA well...now it looks like we're gonna have to fight. I tolerate a man beating on a woman. What you did was REALLY FUCKED UP!" he grabbed a portion of his hair, lifting him up and kneeing him in the face. "Fucking pussy. Fight me. FIGHT ME! YOU THINK IT MAKES YOU A MAN WHEN YOU HIT ON A WOMAN LIKE THAT?! SHE WAS HURT! BUT I'M SURE YOU GAVE A RATS ASS!" he kicked him in his stomach, watching him fall to the ground. "You're a disgrace. I thought you actually loved her. You said you were gonna marry her. You..."
"Yeah, but..." he placed his hand on his aching forehead. "That was BEFORE I FOUND OUT SHE FUCKED SOME OTHER DUDE BEHIND MY BACK, AND GOT PREGNANT!" he yelled. "HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO FEEL?!"
"HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO FEEL?! I UNDERSTAND THAT, MAN! BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO FUCK HER UP LIKE THAT! NOW SHE'S IN A COMA...TRYING TO STAY ALIVE! HOW THE HELL...FOR CHRIST SAKE...YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME! I THOUGHT YOU KNEW BETTER! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SETTING IN EXAMPLE! I AM SO...GLAD I DIDN'T FOLLOW BEHIND YOU, BECAUSE IF I DID...I WOULD BE JUST LIKE YOU! YOU DON'T SUPPOSED TO HIT ON A WOMAN LIKE THAT! NOT EVER! THAT'S..."
"YO, FUCK YOU MAN, ALRIGHT! I HAD A RIGHT TO! THE BITCH SHOULDN'T HAVE DID WHAT SHE DID!" he shook his head in disappointment.
"You...you have no remorse, do you? Fucking asshole." he turned, heading towards his car.
"Hey, Jay." he turned, instantly feeling a fist ram his face.
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Robyn sat beside Linda's bed side, crying and watching her sleep peacefully. "I'm sorry." she spoke up. "I'm so sorry for...telling you to...tell him. I should've..." she sniffled. "I'm sorry I wasn't there at the time. Please just...don't leave me. Don't...leave us. There's...so many people who love you, and care about you. You can't...do this to us." she held her head down, crying frenziedly. "Oh god. Wh...what am I gonna do?"
