Chapter 0300

Jerome makes a horrible noise, half cry and half groan, as he falls to the floor.

Daniel shouts and I hear a scream — I realize passively that the scream comes from me - before Kent reaches down and grabs

Jerome by the shirt, lifting him again so that he can punch him another time, his fist flashing across his jaw —

But Daniel’s on him now, grabbing his father by his arms and ripping him away from Jerome, who moans on the floor, his face

turned down towards the cold marble.

My hands are pressed to my mouth in horror as I see blood all over Jerome’s face, all over the floor —

Daniel stumbles backwards with Kent's arms wrapped in his own, pulling Kent away. “Get off of him!” Daniel cries, his eyes

looking frantically towards his boyfriend.

Kent lets out another feral roar, pulling hard at Daniel, trying to get back at Jerome — to, to kill him, I realize —

“Stop!” I scream, putting my whole heart into the word, into the noise that rips from my lips. “It’s not him! It’s not Jerome!”

Kent and Daniel go still, turning towards me, and suddenly the only sound in the room is Jerome’s injured moans.

I keep my eyes fastened on Kent's, willing him to look at me, to pay attention to me, to let his rage fall away...

And something about it works. Kent and Daniel stay still for a moment before Kent shakes himself, hard, and growls at Daniel to

let him go. Daniel hesitates but does as his dad says. When Kent doesn’t move for Jerome again, Daniel falls to his knees at

Jerome’s side and urges him to turn over, to let him look.

But I don’t have time for it. Instead, I stare at Kent as he collects himself, as he leashes the animal within him and straightens his

shoulders before walking over to me. As he comes close he puts his hands in his pockets again, though I can see them tightened

into fists, as if he has to put them away to avoid grabbing me again.

My lower lip shakes a little as Kent stares down at me, but I raise my chin once more, reminding myself again and again that I

didn’t do anything wrong.

“Who is it, Fay?” Kent growls, clearly working hard to not flip out again. I see his shoulders twitch with the effort. “Who is the

father?”

“You are,” I reply, as steadily as I can.

Kent just stares at me, not bothering to do what Daniel and Jerome did and inform me, needlessly, that that’s impossible

because he’s had a vasectomy - that he can’t be the father. Kent knows that I know.

And I watch his face twist with disbelief. “Liar,” he snarls, glaring down at me.

Slowly, I just shake my head, denying it. Categorically.

I am not lying. If I’m pregnant, he’s

the only one who can be the haa

know it lo ally oun Flso know it in

rhy bon s. As I stare up into his face,

I let him see the truth there. Please

read the original content at

.

To my shock, Kent lets out one more twisted snarl before whipping away from me, stalking across my bedroom and out the door,

gone before I can even blink.

I feel myself collapse a little in his

absence, catching myself against the

sink on my palms as payneet go"

vanatbek tere what's the

point, I just let myself slip to the floor,

still staring into the bedroom and at

my door, which is standing wide

open. Please read the original

content at .

“Where —“ I hear Daniel ask, and I turn to him, my mouth open with shock. “Where did he go?”

“I have no idea,” I murmur, shaking my head a little.

Daniel heaves a big sigh and then

helps Jerome sit up. Jerome, I’m glad

to see, is conscious, if not ina eheat

deal of pel ny Arnecaeetaine that

Jerdnie needs him now more than I

do — which is probably true — Daniel

turns his attention to him, feeling at

Jerome's face for a broken nose or

jaw, trying to assess the damage.

Please read the original content at

.

I do nothing. I just sit in silence, watching, my brain...empty.