“Fuck,” he whispers, already up to speed with what had happened and sobs tear from my chest as the fear rushes through me, knowing what I have to do, knowing that Clark will never forgive me for taking this choice from her. I already took her virginity from her… but it’ll be the only way to keep her safe…
“She’s going to hate me even more Bellamy, I-I, fuck…” I choke.
“Breathe for me, brother,” he coaxes but I shake my head.
“I raped her!” I say and I grip my hair tighter.
“You didn’t, you were fucking drugged, both of you were, so get that fucking thought out of your head. Clearly whoever spiked your drink was hoping to get themselves knocked up and it wouldn’t surprise me if they had poked holes in your condoms as a precaution if that night didn’t work and clearly it fucking didn’t for them,” he snaps, “I don’t ever want to hear that shit coming out of your mouth again because I promise you, Clark won’t think that.”
I shake my head as another sob comes out and he whispers, “You know what you have to do brother, to keep her safe.”
“She’ll hate me,” I whisper, the idea of her hating me feels like a sucker punch to the gut.
“It’s the only way, Miles,” he says softly and I squeeze my eyes tight and sob my fucking heart out before I have to inform Clark, who will end up keeping the baby because of who she is, that I’m about to destroy all her dreams.
She’ll never want to speak to me again, I’m going to lose my friend.
Chapter 2
Clark – Two Days Later
I take a shuddering breath as I pack my stuff into the two duffel bags on my bed while eyeing my bedroom door with my heart in my throat.
Everyone is at the clubhouse, my parents, my brother, Trick.
A prospect was upgraded to brother and recently got his cut. I used schoolwork as an excuse, a school that no one is aware I’ve graduated from, because I got my diploma early.
I won’t be walking across the stage in two weeks with my best friend, Belle. I won’t be going to college, and I won’t become a nurse. Instead, I’m taking her small savings and running.
Everything is already planned and it’s the only way.
After I woke up in my brother's guest room with my best friend, she admitted she overheard Crash’s conversation with Trick and it broke my heart.
“He’s going to marry you,” Belle gasps as she rushes into my brother's room, and I blink, my mind not able to comprehend what she just said as I slowly sit up and frown, realizing I’m at Crash’s house.
When did I?
Oh yeah, when I word vomited to Trick, when I admitted…
I blink again. I’m pregnant, freaking pregnant. The first time I had sex and I can’t remember it, Trick can’t remember it… I feel like I assaulted him and yet here we are, pregnant.
What are we going to do?
Heck, what am I going to do? I’ve barely spoken to anyone for weeks, not since finding out the Trick believes he knows who spiked his drink and they refused to kick anyone out without proof.
I blink, then blink again, as Belle gets in my face and grips my cheeks, her light blue eyes looking at me with concern.
“I need you to hear me, Clark, can you do that?” she whispers, and I nod and mutter, “Okay…”
She takes a deep breath, then says, “Remember when we had our fantasy lists, you know, if you could have any brother, which one would you marry in third grade?”
I frown but nod and say, “Yeah, you chose my brother, which I still find weird.”
She winces then reminds me, “I’ve been with your brother since I was sixteen, you need to get over it,” and I manage a half smile, not really upset about it.
I mean, I hate that he’s treating her like a secret, I shouldn’t even know, but Belle and I don’t keep secrets from each other.
“Your fantasy was Trick,” she unhelpfully reminds me, especially since even now he’d still be my pick, and my half smile disappears as she states, “And he’s about to make that fantasy true because I just heard him and your brother talking in the living room. Trick’s marrying you for your safety.”
