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He's finally backing away, but he's still pointing and shouting at the men, and I can only imagine the threats he's giving them.
"Tell me what he did," Noah pushes again.
More warnings not to tell Noah anything fill my head, swirling with too many other questions. I haven't even processed everything that I discovered.
Noah slides his hand on my back, and I jump away.
He holds his hands in the air. "Hey, I'm on your side, Blakely."
I step farther back, saying nothing. I have to get a pregnancy test. I need to figure out what's going on.
If I'm pregnant, that doesn't change what Riggs did. It's still unforgivable.
Noah tries again. "Blakely—"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"But—"
"Look, I need to go to the studio for my session," I interject.
"We can cancel it," he states.
I shake my head. "No." I spin and go into the bedroom, toss my cell and the burner phone into my purse, then return to the living room. I ask Noah, "Can you arrange a ride for me, please?"
"I'll take you. But are you sure you really want to go?"
"I do," I insist, needing to get out of this house and away from Noah and all of his demands and questions. In some ways, he's just like Riggs, yet he's the exact opposite.
Noah finally caves and leads me out of his condo. We go to the parking garage and he opens the door to his Mercedes.
I slide inside and cringe. It feels pompous, like my father's car. I've gotten used to Riggs in his Porsche. It just fills me with more sadness. It hasn't even been a day, and I miss him so much, yet I'm still so hurt and angry with him.
I'll never get past what he sent my father.
If I'm pregnant, I'm going to have to deal with him.
I'll raise the baby on my own.
Another pain hits me. My parents neglected me in too many ways. I always assumed if I was pregnant, I'd give my child everything, including two parents who were together. Now, it can't happen.
I'm not pregnant.
Why haven't I gotten my period, then?
The image of my parents at the event fills my mind. They looked horrible. I know it's been a few years since I've seen them, but I have no doubts that Riggs did that to them.
I try to remind myself that my father's awful and my mother is an out-of-control alcoholic and not much better. But still, she looks like she's a few steps away from dying from her alcoholism or wasting away from not eating, and it was shocking to see her in that state.
Can I ever be okay with Riggs going to the extreme lengths of destroying them, even if they've always been toxic and never had my best interest at heart?
They're evil.
They're my blood.
Would he use our child if he was okay using me?
The ache inside me grows. Our love seemed real, but how can it be if he was okay using me as a pawn in his retaliation against my father?
