Who's my baby's DADDY?

Selfish fake a******

Kelsea's POV~

In a few minutes, we both reached our flat. I just halted there and took a few moments to calm myself down just for the sake of my baby. If only I wasn't pregnant, the circumstances would have been different and I would have got the chance to act differently. "Kelsea, you remember everything we talked about last night?", she asked and I nodded, hoping to control myself. "Just know that you can't lose your calm and please have your doctor's advice in your mind. You can't stress out and it's not fortunate for your baby. And, most importantly, you are NOT gonna beg him at any cost. Is that clear?", Skyla asked as she gave me a quick summation of our conversation last night and I know what I have to do. I nodded at her, drying the fragile drop of tear that was about to fall from my eye. Skyla and I walked inside our flat, unlocking the door. And there he was, relaxing on the couch…as if nothing happened… Of course, he doesn't know about me knowing his truth he was so damn busy biting and sucking that f****** b**** mouth. The nerve of him to slump on our couch as if he owned the place… Ba*****. Of course, I'm not a normal girl who would still wish to get back to the man I loved, even after tons of deception. I'm a girl who can endure any amount of pain and still breathe fine. What does he think? If he is imagining that I would fall in his legs pleading him to accept me and my baby… then this bas**** is hella wrong.

I took deep breaths to restrain myself from cracking into tears in front of him. I can do this and I have to do this…

Skyla nodded and I know I have her by my side which felt a little relieved. I walked close and hearing our footsteps, he twirled and glimpsed at me. "Kelsea!", He called and I couldn't... I couldn't handle myself after seeing him aka my cheater boyfriend!!! My eyes met his pair of golden eyes which made me feel safe yesterday, but now they nauseate me… He stood there, looking at me without any guilt in his eyes which I really hoped to see. And then he said, "I know you were there in my office earlier yesterday" without any embarrassment in his voice…

His words… his words swapped my tears into a rage. Till this moment, I was truly expecting him to realize his fault and apologize for what he has done to me. But NO!! I was mistaken! I was always wrong!!! HOW COME I DIDN'T NOTICE HIS FAKENESS ALL THIS TIME??? Well, that's probably because I trusted him blindly and people are always true when they say love is blind... Indeed, I was blind all this time… I was so fu***** blind that I didn't even see his fake love that falsified me for years like a damn puppet. Stupid me… But not anymore… definitely not anymore! He stood there with his true colors disclosed but what he didn't know was, the person who is in front of him is not the same pathetic b***h who used to accept every single word he said, TILL YESTERDAY! Pulling all the courage I had in myself... "Why did you do this to me?". I asked him. There were no tears from my eyes. I just saw him giggle which hurt me even more… and precisely it fueled my anger. "I don't have to explain any of this to you, do I?" he said with his cunning voice without a single bit of remorse in them.

I just stood there silent for a few seconds and observed the man in front of me. He stood there reclined with his arms crossed in his chest. He was different…

He was very different from the one I knew for the past few years…

This is not him!

This is surely not him…

NO THIS IS NOT THE TRISTAN I LOVED AND SAW MY FUTURE WITH!!!!

But then, a thought hit me hard… maybe, this is true… this is the real Tristan... and… the one he was pretending to me for the past few years was a big f***** lie after all... I couldn't drag words from my mouth as I stood there helplessly speechless, on the verge of losing myself in this dreadful pain he induced.

"What are you looking at, trying to undress me with your eyes, KELSEA?", he said, with his evil smirk on. I glared at him with my piercing, fiery eyes that emitted all my rage, pain, hurt, and disappointment. Did he regret it? No! He didn't even care about my feelings, not even for a second. He was recklessly standing there as if I meant nothing to him… He didn't even bother to say a simple SORRY, and not that his sorry would heal my broken heart but still...!!??? I couldn't control myself anymore so I just spilled my pain out... "What do you mean you have nothing to explain when you have f****** cheated on me with that disgusting piece of slu*!", I yelled and he let out his evil laugh without any f****** reaction on his face. How come he doesn't even regret, not even for a second? There was no guilt… There was no grief… There was no embarrassment or shame on his face… Any human being other than him would have felt this. He is a monster... This second, I disgust this version of him, no just strike of that, I just hate and disgust myself for loving this selfish fake a******...

I was on the rim of losing myself as all the pain and hurt my heart was going through shortly transformed into frustration and fury and I was about to erupt anytime, like an angry volcano. He leaned on the wall nearby and looked at me with an 'I don't care attitude'. THAT'S IT! I was about to go and grab him by his shirt and I wanted to whack him hard so that he could understand what I was actually going through. But in a blink of an eye, I heard a tight slapping sound that reflected through the walls of the living room. It took me seconds to process what just happened now and I peeked at Tristan who was holding his cheeks which were red as a cherry. Skyla… "How dare you m***********? Don't you dare giggle at her again or I have to knock off all those teeth you have in your mouth", she warned him with her fierce, roaring voice, and instantly his eyes turned dark in anger. His calm gaze turned into a death stare and he looked dangerous. It was just a fraction of a second when he did the most startling thing of my life…

Both of our eyes dilated in panic and shock when Tristan pulled his gun from his jeans and aimed it for Skyla.

Am I dreaming?

Or is this really happening?

That was the only question I had in my mind because this Tristan in front of me is the exact opposite of the one I have seen till now… and I have loved these many years. I heaved a heavy sigh… who knows that he was a person who carries a fu***** gun with him all the time? Now there was another big question in my head. What kind of person carries a gun with him all the time? He is not the person whom he pretended to be these many years… Why did he do all of this? Who you are really, Tristan… I stared into his golden eyes as I tried to read them but to my surprise it was unreadable… It was so easy to read him with his eyes till yesterday morning but now… I can't… "One more word from the petty mouth of yours then I am putting a bullet in your skull b****!", pointing his gun at both of us he warned as if he is always ready to shoot at any time. I never thought that I would see him with fear in my eyes… and now he is standing in front of me with a gun pointed at me…

Tristan aka my cheater boyfriend was all ready to kill me...

And my swollen teary eyes couldn't accept it...