My Ex Almost Broke Me

He's not ready.

Nande’s POV

I can’t help but smile while I’m waiting for Lucky, my boyfriend of seven years, to say something. But his response wasn’t the one I was expecting.

“Did you do this on purpose?” he asked, throwing a pregnancy test in my face. I try to duck but I’m not quick enough, it hits me between the eyes. He looks furious, he rushes towards me and raises his hand. I expect him to punch me like he always does when he’s angry. But this time something stops him.

“I asked you a question,” he shouts, going back to the kitchen to finish his drink. I shook my head no. “Of course not. I was as surprised as you are.”

“You don’t look surprised to me.” I was surprised and scared at first, but now I’m happy. I know it’s still early days but I am looking forward to holding my baby. I hope it’s a girl. A mini me. A boy would still make me happy though. Lucky walks over to pick the pregnancy test up from the floor and he looks at it and then he looks at me. “No no no” he shakes his big head roughly I’m scared it might fall off. “I have plans and I’m still very young to be a father. I told you I need that red GTI we always see when we go to town and the latest Nike sneakers. You can’t do this to me. Am I even the father? I heard you were generous when I was away for work. Don’t you dare try to pin this on me. And if you come to my house I will deny even knowing you.” He leaves, slamming the door. It rattles on its hinges. I can’t believe what I just heard. Did he really accuse me of cheating on him? Did he really accuse me of trying to ruin his plans? Who is this guy? I ask myself walking from the couch to the kitchen for a glass of water. It’s really sad that I won’t be able to drink anything alcoholic right now. I really need something really strong. The water doesn’t help. I walked back to the couch. Maybe he’s still shocked. He will return in the morning and we will talk. I can’t raise the baby alone. I need him, I left my family, my home, I left everything behind to stay with him. And now this? I’m sure he needs time to think. I let out a humourless laugh when I thought about the GTI comment. Where is he going to get the money for that car when he doesn’t want to work? I’ve been supporting him since I started working 6 years ago. The sneakers he mentioned I was supposed to buy them. What is this guy talking about? How dare he accuse me of trying to trap him?

I was waken up by Lucky, I looked at the time. It was 11am. I must have been tired, it’s been a long week and I tossed and turned all night. I rub the sleep off my eyes. He’s not alone. He’s here with his 3 friends. I never liked them, they asked me out behind his back and when I refused they lied to him. They said I was throwing myself at them. So I bet they are the ones who told him that I was busy sleeping around when he wasn’t home. But I can’t blame them alone. Lucky should know me by now. He should know I would never do that to him. But it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Pack your s**t and move out of my flat,” said Lucky, pointing at the door. I can’t help but laugh, his flat?

“What are you talking about? This is my flat, I pay the rent and buy all the stuff needed. You’ve never even once contributed towards rent or any other expenses. Imagine an old man like you, depending on a young girl to feed and clothe him? Shame on you Lucky.” I don’t know where that came from, I’m usually quiet, but this time he hit a nerve. Everyone looks shocked, they’ve never heard me talk back, but this morning I’m tired of Lucky and I haven’t finished. “The sneakers you were talking about last night you know very well that I’m the one who saved. for them and you’re not getting any cent from me you parasite,” I shout at him while packing my clothes, we’ll see how he’ll pay for the rent. I was stupid to put this place under his name, but it doesn’t matter, I still paid the rent. We’ll see what he would do without me.

“Are you going to let him talk to you like that?” Asked one of his friends. Lucky still doesn’t say anything. He hardly talks, he’ll beat me instead. But for now, I think he’s still shocked.

“He won’t say anything, he knows I’m not lying. The clothes he’s wearing? I bought them even underwear. He’s too useless to buy himself even underwear, he has the nerve to kick me out. I pay for the rent.” Something in me really snapped. He wasn’t expecting me to leave. I always begged him when he kicked me out. I’d even give him money for alcohol so he can go out and get some air. Not this time.

“My card?” I told him, opening my hand. He takes it from his front pocket and throws it on the floor. I gladly pick it up. If he thought I’d say keep it, he was wrong. He doesn’t even have a bank account. I gave him my bank card a week ago so he could go out with his friends. He doesn’t say anything. And he looks embarrassed. Serves him right. His friends are looking at him strangely. Suddenly, Lucky smiles like he knows something I don’t. A beautiful young lady walked in looking very pretty. That’s why he hasn’t said anything. I guess it’s this girl’s turn to support him and I really don’t care. I walked to the en-suite for a shower and I requested a ride home. I have nowhere to go and when I left home 6 years ago, we weren’t on good terms. I refused to see or communicate with my family. I was too stupid and naïve. I wonder if they will welcome me home with open arms after what I did to them. They warned me about this guy. My parents even beat the s**t out of me, but I never listened.