Chapter Two

Victoria's POV

I stood up form my crouching position in front of Miles and walked over to Andrew, he was still fuming, tugging at his hair furiously.

"Andrew," I said, my voice low.

His head snapped to me and my heart dropped. His eyes were red and teary. He shook his head at me before walking away and I followed after him, trying to match up with his long strides but he was just too fast.

"Andrew wait, please!" I yelled after him and wiped my face, sniffling in the process.

He didn't respond as he unlocked his car but I was quick to stop him from getting in. "Andrew please."

"No Victoria, just tell me that this isn't true!" He yelled and slammed his car door shut, scaring the shit out of me. "Tell me it isn't true!" He began to walk towards me.

"I'm sorry," I gulped. I know he won't physically hurt me but I've never been this scared of him in my whole life of knowing him. "I lo-"

"Don't fucking tell me that you love me!" He slammed his hand on the car. "Don't tell me that you love me when you slept with him, with Miles!" My back was pressed against his car now and I shook with fear.

"Andr-"

"Stop! Just stop! I don't want to hear my name from your mouth, I don't want to hear your voice, I don't even want you around me!" He walked away from me, now pacing the parking lot.

"I'm sorry," my voice shook as I managed to make my way to him, narrowly dodging his hand that he unintentionally threw my way.

"You know what?" He stopped pacing now and stood in front of me, only inches left between us. "You were right, you were always right. Me and you," he gestured between me and him. "Can never work, we were never meant to."

He walked away from me and this time I kept quiet, waiting for the final blow. I know what he's going to do, I knew from the moment I found out I was pregnant.

"We're done Victoria, and this time, it's for good." He walked back to his car and got in.

I didn't stop him as he drove away. All I could do was cry and cry, my sobs shaking me.

"Victoria," I heard Adrian's voice but I didn't look up. I was sitting on the concrete floor, my legs crossed underneath me.

"Victoria," he repeated before coming to sit beside me. "You want to go inside?"

I didn't respond and he took that queue to drag me inside and I let him, too tired to struggle. He helped me to my room, tucking me into bed.

I didn't let him go and it didn't look like he had the intentions of letting me go either. He pulled me to him so that half of my body was laying on his chest while the other part was in the bed. His hands draped around my body as he spoke to me, trying to get me to calm down.

"He's just angry Victoria, he'll get along, trust me." He whispered and I shook my head.

"Don't say that Adrian, you didn't see the look on his face when he said that, we're done for good this time, there's no going back." I shook my head, disbelieving his words.

He stroked my hair, "you'll be fine okay."

Everytime I closed my eyes all I could see was his face as he spoke, his words repeating in my head.

We're done Victoria and this time it's for good.

I never in my life thought that Andrew would ever be the one to end things between us. I always did the breaking up, he was always fucking up and I would always leave him only to get back with him because I love him and honestly I can't live without him and he knew this. He always knew that I would always come back to him because the bond between us is beyond anything I know.

That's why he always did everything in his power to make sure I forgive him and we got back together.

Now the roles were switched and I have to do the begging, I have to, because I can't lose him. Now I know how he felt all those times, knowing that he has fucked up and knowing that he may have lost me forever.

Now I don't have any assurance that we'll get back together. With the way he spoke earlier, I'm not even sure that if the baby is his that he'd still want me, I cheated for God's sake.

I pulled away from Adrian, startling him in the process. "Where are you going?"

I slipped on my slippers and didn't respond, walking downstairs. I met James, Miles and Funke in the living room as I got downstairs. They all stared at me like I had just gone crazy.

Well I will go crazy if I don't find Andrew now.

"Victoria!" Funke called after me as I swiped my car key off the coffee table and was walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" She managed to meet up with me just as I was unlocking my car.

"I need to see Andrew," I answered, getting into the car and starting the engine.

"What? Babe you need to let him calm down." She tried to reason with me but I had already made up my mind.

"If Andrew were in my shoes, he wouldn't let me calm down, not yet." It was the truth, he always went after me immediately no matter how livid I was.

Funke nodded and took a step back, "drive safe okay?"

I nodded at her before driving out of the compound. I drove straight to his house and stormed straight in.

"Andrew?" I called when all I met inside the house was silent. "Andrew," I called again as I went up the stairs.

I began to hear noises from his room and I rushed there, the door was slightly open.

"Andrew." He was roughly folding clothes inside his suitcase.

His room was in a mess, clothes and shoes everywhere but what got my eye was a framed picture on the floor. Our framed picture.

The glass and wood were shattered in pieces and the picture was lying there on the floor. I remember when we took this picture, it was on the night he proposed to me. I was so happy and he took a picture of us, he was holding the phone up and we both looked at the camera. My head was resting on his chest and my left hand was on his chest. We were both smiling widely at the camera.

How did I ruin such a good thing?

I picked up the picture from the floor, not caring if the broken glass cut my hand. "Andrew," I called again my voice lower than ever.

He heard me and this time he stopped. "Don't," he warned but that didn't stop me from holding his hand that was furiously dumping a shirt into his suitcase.

"Please Andrew let's talk about this," I pleaded but he roughly took his shirt from my hand, not even sparing me a glance.

"There's nothing to talk about here," he continued dumping clothes in.

"There is, we need to talk this out Andrew, please, you can't just leave me like this, I'm pregnant." I tried to reason with him.

He didn't say another word as he went on with what he was doing. He closed the suitcase, zipping it furiously before storming into his closet and bringing out a duffel bag with some shoes in his hands. He dropped the bag on the bed and threw the shoes inside. He began to throw in some other stuffs into the duffel bag.

"Andrew please, please don't leave me please."

He didn't respond and my heart only broke further.

"You should have thought about that when you were sleeping with Miles then," he finally spoke but not what I wanted to hear.

"There's a chance that this baby is yours," I tried to use that card but he still didn't stop packing up.

"Look at this Andrew," I held the picture out to him. "Look at this, we could have this again, please, you don't have to leave me."

He didn't stop packing and I didn't stop talking.

"Please don't, I can't be a single mother, please."

At this point I was using all my cards, anything to get him to stay because if he leaves now, the chances are that he'll never come back.

"Andrew," I looked at the picture in my hand. "Please, I love you."

He dropped the suitcase and duffel bag on the floor and this time he looked at me.

"You don't love me, because if you do, you would have never been with another man." They still weren't the words I wanted to hear.

"This baby may be yours Andrew," I tried to use that card again.

He shook his head, "then if it's mine, I don't want it."

My heart fell and broke into a million pieces at his words. He walked right past me, with his bags in his hands and his duffel bag hit me so hard I fell on the floor and my hands that shot out to wedge the fall hit the broken wood and glass on the floor.

"Ouch," I sat on the floor now away from the glass and cradled my hand that was now bleeding to my chest.

Andrew stopped walking and turned back, he dropped his bag when he saw that I was bleeding. He was by my side in a second, examining my hand.

"Shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you." A part of me wanted to believe that he was saying that he didn't mean to hurt my heart but we both knew that he meant he didn't mean to physically hurt me.

He took his bed sheet and pressed it against my bleeding wound. He stood up straighter now and took out his phone, seconds after he pressed it to his ear.

"Can you come get Victoria, she's bleeding." He hung up.

He looked at me and I really hoped that he would change his mind about leaving but I watched as he walked away without another word and that only broke me further.

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I'll be in a corner crying :(