Free Tragic Love by M. S. Brannon

heart is broken. Looking into his eyes, maybe I was wrong. He will leave me no matter what I decide.

 
    Chapter 6
    Drake
     
    I am tearing up the street, breaking twenty traffic laws to make it in time to stop her from making a huge mistake. She would never be able to live with herself if she went through with this, and in all honestly, I don’t know if I could ever look at her the same if she did. Yes, raising a baby is going to be hard work, but getting the abortion is the pussy way out and as long as I’m walking on this earth, I will never allow her to do it.
    I know how it feels to be thrown out by the one person who’s supposed to exhibit an undying love for you. My mother proved that heroin was more important than I was, and from a very young age, I swore to myself I would never do that to my own child. Presley and I have had conversations about this topic which leaves me completely confused as to why she would go behind my back to have an abortion.
    The air conditioner is on full blast, but it does nothing to cool down the raging inferno in my body. The closer I get to the clinic, the more disgusted and restless I feel. I only pray I make it to the clinic in time. The traffic on Luther Boulevard seems to understand my need to hurry as the cars veer to the other lane, allowing me to speed past them. I’m approaching the clinic and a solitary red light is stopping me from pulling into the parking lot. Making a snap decision, I look quickly to each side and stomp on the gas pedal, flying through the light. The Chevelle accelerates and the motor roars loudly as it passes cars. I swerve to the left lane and quickly turn into the parking lot, causing the back end of the Chevelle to swing. That’s when I spot her.
    Presley is leaning against the brick with the most haunted look masking her face. It’s a look I’ve never seen her wear, not even when she was healing from being held captive by Robert Stein. She knows. The look is telling me she knew the consequence to our relationship if she followed through with the abortion and yet she still did it. I’m furious. How could she do this to me…to us? My body is rigid and tight and sweating from the anger. Never once in my life have I ever felt this way; completely betrayed and broken by the one person who holds my soul.
    I exit the car and move to the hood. I can’t go any further, I’m afraid of what I will do or say knowing she just killed our baby. The tears she has been trying so hard to keep in are now free falling down her cheeks. Then the most gut wrenching sob breaks past her lips and her legs weaken as she tumbles to the ground. I lift my foot to run to her. I could never handle watching Presley cry, but I make myself stop. I can’t hold her knowing what she’s done.
    I force my feet to remain planted on the cement as my rage continues to burn. The silence between us is shattering, but I refuse to say anything to her. I don’t know if I will ever be able to say anything to her again. Wait, I take that back, I will let her know exactly how I feel. She deserves to know how much she fucked up.
    I move past the Chevelle and walk to stand in front of her. She’s still crumpled on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, but the sobs have softened to faint whimpers. I lock my arms across my chest, fisting them tightly into my sides. “Tell me why,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
    Presley slowly makes it to her feet, but keeps her eyes locked to the cement. “I…I’m so sorry.”
    “Save it!” I cut her off. “I don’t want to hear how sorry you are, Presley. I want to know WHY!” I don’t keep my voice controlled anymore. It’s physically impossible. The nurse sitting at the table puts down her book and takes a slow drag of her cigarette. She’s eyeing me suspiciously, but when I snap my eyes to hers she relents and picks up her book, pretending to hear nothing.
    “I don’t want to hurt you; that was never my intention. You have to believe