| Chapter Twenty |
| He looked up, "You're going back to him. Aren't you?" I dropped my gaze to the floor. "I don't know." He slammed his hand against the wall. "What do you mean you don't know?" I looked at him, anger was surging through his body. "Justin, this isn't easy for me. He is Kayla's father. What else am I supposed to do?" He walked up to me and kneeled in front of me. "Stay here. Be with me. I'll be a better Dad to Kayla than he will EVER be. Michelle, I'm begging you to love me the way I love you." This was killing him, I could tell. I kneeled down with him. "Justin, you're not ready to be a father. You're still young, I'm not going to burden you with Kayla. And J, I love you more than anything. But that's the reason why I can't be with you." He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Michelle, please don't leave. He's only going to break your heart." I stood up and walked to his bedroom door. I turned around to see Justin sitting Indian style on the floor, with his head in his hands. "Justin, I'm not doing this for me. I have too, for Kayla." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I look back now, unable to believe the past 2 months. I was graduating from college, finally. I finally have accomplished something on my own. And surprisingly, Blake has stuck by me. "Chelle, baby, I am so proud of you." I had to smile at the comments he had been making all night last night. He was kidding my ass because he came home late from work the night before. But I just didn't feel like arguing, 'I'm to happy for that!' I was in my bedroom reading when I heard the phone ringing. "Blake, can you answer that?" But instead I had to sprint to the living room when he never answered. I picked up on the fourth ring. "Hello?" "Is this Michelle?" I starred out the window, seeing Blake exit from an unknown car. "Umm. Yes, how can I help you?" I heard the man sigh. "Michelle, this is Trace." 'What? Trace? Oh NO!" |