*Warning–This chapter contains a bit of strong language, and adult content. No nudity.*
“Alright.” Milo said from the couch holding on to his bottle of beer. “What was so important that you made me come over when a couple days ago you told me you never wanted to see my face again.” He took a big swig of his beer, and gave Breelynn an annoyed look.
It had been a couple days since there fight, and Breelynn took that time to do a lot of thinking and soul searching. Milo had a drinking problem. That much was clear, and if he was willing, she wanted to help him through it. She really hoped he would, because she just couldn’t continue to see Milo if he wasn’t willing to get the help he needed.
She had asked Cara to come also, for moral support, and also because she and Milo had been good friends since they were kids. Cara resisted vehemently, refusing to admit Milo had a problem, but finally relented when Breelynn insisted. Breelynn could be very convincing. Cara sat on the couch looking bored and staring at the wall.
“Milo.” Breelynn began earnestly, her hands were shaking a little, she clasped them together. “Cara and I have brought you here today to discuss your drinking problem.” Milo snorted and let out a loud fit of laughter. “I know this is hard for you to talk about, but you need help.” She stared into Milo’s brown eyes and hoped she would get through to him.
“This is bullshit Bree. You drink too. You drank in high school!” He took another angry sip from his beer bottle. “If I have a ‘problem’, then so do you!” He made insulting air quotes when he said the word ‘problem.’
“That’s fine Milo, if you want me to go through the program with you, I will. But you know damn right well that I don’t drink that much, and I sure as hell am not a violent drunk like you!” She was getting a little heated now, and she took a deep breath to calm herself.
“Please Milo, admit that you have a problem, and know that you have friends who will always be here for you…” She said with pure emotion.
“Treatment!” He threw back his head and laughed. “You want me to go to AA?” More laughter. “I think you’re the one with the problem Bree. Your problem is the huge stick you have lodged up your ass that you need to have removed.” He snickered looking mighty pleased with his insults.
For the next 5 minutes Milo ranted and raved, and made fun of Breelynn. She sat quietly letting him vent. It hurt, when he was drunk he had a tongue that cut like a knife. But she refused to show him that his insults affected her. It only went to prove to Bree that Milo needed help.
“Are you done yet?” Breelynn said quietly after Milo finally stopped his tirade. “I hate to give you this ultimatum.” She said trying too meet his red rimmed eyes. “But if you wont get help, I don’t want to see you anymore.”
She looked at Cara for support. “Cara? Do you have anything you’d like to add?”
Cara looked down at her shoes. “Nope.” She said flatly.
Milo stood up anger flashing in his eyes. He brushed off the front of his shirt wobbling on his feet.
“Oh you don’t want to see me anymore?” He laughed again. “Well hot damn. My world is crushed now. However will I be able to go on with my life now?”
He pointed at Breelynn. The pure anger in his eyes made her feel cold. She knew, this was going to be hard. She didn’t expect Milo to show up drunk so early on in the day, and with a six pack of beer no less.
“Screw you Gallagher.” He started walking towards the door, stumbling on the rug. “You used to be cool.” He turned around and looked back at the girls with disgust in his eyes. “You don’t want to see me again, then wish granted.” With those final words he slammed the door.
She flinched as she heard him toss his empty beer bottle at the wall. Just another thing for her neighbors to complain about. Broken glass in the hallway. She looked at Cara who just sat there looking uncomfortable. Breelynn felt tears well up in her eyes but she was determined not to cry. If Milo didn’t care enough about her or them as a couple, then she would try her best to put him out of her mind. Hopefully he would get help on his own when he realized he did have a problem.
After Milo left Cara jumped up like her skirt was on fire, and made up an excuse she had to leave. That suited Breelynn fine as after that mess of an intervention, she just wanted to be alone.
She paced around her empty apartment for awhile before deciding on getting to work in her studio. She had an order from The Light House Restoration project that she needed to get started on. She tried to put Milo behind her and focus on painting.
She painted for hours. It was the most relaxed she had felt in days. Suddenly she felt nausea building in her stomach. She put her hand over her mouth, and fought the dizziness that unaccompanied the nausea.
She ran to the bathroom, her knees hitting the floor painfully as she bent over the toilet to vomit everything in her stomach. She stood up with shaky legs, and went to the sink to brush her teeth, and splash cold water on her face. She looked into her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes reflected in the glass were filled with panic. This was the second bout of unexplained sickness, and she feared she was pregnant with Milo’s baby.
She paced, back and forth, seemingly wearing a path in the linoleum. On a whim the other day with her first bout of sickness she had purchased a pregnancy test, but was too afraid to take it. She didn’t have a choice now, she had to find out.
Ten minutes later, she stood staring down at the two blue lines that indicated she was pregnant. She stared at those lines without blinking until her eyes started to water. How could two lines change her life forever? She reached her arms over her head and pulled at her hair anxiously, and then began to cry.
She drove around town for hours looking for Milo. She tried all the bars, his parents house, everywhere. As legacy Island was only so big, Breelynn had one more place to check. Cara’s apartment.
Breelynn didn’t know what to expect by telling Milo, all she knew was it was the right thing to do. She hoped that maybe this would get Milo to realize he had a problem with alcohol if he wanted to be a part of the babies life.
She tried using the call box to buzz up to Cara’s apartment, but there was no answer. She almost left then decided to check anyways, as they were probably ignoring her attempts at reaching them.
She took the elevator up to the top floor of Cara’s pent house apartment, feeling anxiety swirling in her guts, adding to the nausea that was already present.
She let herself in with her key that Cara had given her long ago. She heard noises coming from the bedroom. She froze feeling shock slam her in the stomach. No, she thought. I’m hearing things! Coming from the bedroom could only be described as sex noises.
Its not Milo. She thought shaking her head. It can’t be Milo. Cara would never do that to you. She told herself.
She stared at the door leading into the bedroom. She dug her nails into her palms, and made herself walk towards the door.
Suddenly Cara’s strange behavior as of late reared up in Breelynn’s thoughts. Her face flushed hot and she felt like she was going to throw up. The sounds of the springs from the bedroom making her feel sick. She threw open the door!
Even though she knew it was Milo deep down, the shock of seeing them together hit her like a punch to the face. Milo rolled off Cara and lay on the bed on his stomach panting.
She didn’t think they even noticed her yet.
“Well don’t let me interrupt the sexcapades” Breelynn said coldly from the doorway. Milo rolled off the bed, thankfully wearing his boxer briefs. Cara and Milo stared at Breelynn with wild eyes. Milo looked scared. Breelynn probably looked like an enraged psychopath. Breelynn pointed at Cara and yelled, “How could you do this to me? I’d expect this from Milo, but you?”
Cara sat on the bed looking impassive as always. Breelynn had an itching in her palm, that always unaccompanied the feeling of wanting to bitch slap the shit out of someone!
“Was it good?” She asked throwing her hands up in the air. “I hope it was good, and worth it, because both of you are dead to me now. ” She looked from Milo to Cara. At least Milo had the good graces to look guilty. “How long has this been going on Milo?” She demanded feeling like her eyes were shooting laser beams.
“Pretty much our entire relationship.” Milo laughed. “Had no clue did ya.” He smirked. He made a rude gesture at Breelynn.
Cara stood up and walked over to Milo and planted a kiss on his lips, she snuggled into his arms and gave Breelynn a triumphant look.
“You two deserve each other!” Breelynn said flatly, meeting there eyes until they each looked away. “By the way…” She said as she turned towards the door. “I’m pregnant, with your baby, Jackass!”
She strode out the door with all the dignity she could muster.
She at least got to see the stricken face on Milo’s face before she slammed the bedroom door.
Outside in the hall she felt her body tighten up with emotion. She had to get out of here before the tears overcame her, she would not cry. Those two were not worth her tears.
Out into the cool spring night, Breelynn wandered around town for a little bit in shock. She shivered and found herself staring up at her sisters apartment building.
She let herself in with a key. The apartment was empty. Brennan often worked late. The apartment smelled of her sisters perfume and it eased some of the pain in her heart. She curled up on the couch and slept.
She awoke when she heard the rustle of keys at the door. Brennan stood in the room yawning, noticing her sister and jumping a little.
“Bree, what are you doing here?” She asked. She stopped when she saw the tears that shimmered in Breelynn’s eyes. “Whats wrong?”
“I’m pregnant.” Breelynn said simply, and opened the floodgates.
Brennan grabbed her sister in a protective hug. Breelynn smiled through her tears and breathed in her twin sisters unique sent.
“You look exhausted.” Brennan said releasing her from the hug, she stood back and looked at Breelynn with sympathy.
“You can have my bed, you’re staying here tonight. Go get some rest, and we can talk in the morning.”
All Breelynn could do was nod and agree, she was exhausted, and going home was the last thing she wanted to do.
She was exhausted, but even then she found herself unable to sleep. She sat on Brennan’s bed and hugged her knees.
A baby, she thought. She couldn’t believe it. Even though, this was unplanned, and her relationship with Milo had blown up in her face, she couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of excitement, but with that excitement also came fear, and self doubt. Was she ready to be a mother? She could hardly take care of herself!
Breelynn stood up and went to the window, and looked at the lights of the city below. She closed her eyes and gently touched her stomach, it felt the same, and looked the same, but it wouldn’t for long. She had no idea what the future held. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer. She would raise this baby alone, and be the best mom she could be. Milo was the father, she couldn’t change that, and if he was willing to get help, he could be in the babies life, but there was no place in her life for him anymore. He had cheated in the past, but this last time was the final straw. She would get her life together, and raise this baby alone.