(Jane's POV)

Light pounding on the door broke through my sleep in the middle of the night. I groaned slightly as I lifted my head to check the clock on the bedside table. 2:30.

"What...the...fuck." I mumbled, smashing my head further into the pillow. My pregnancy has consisted of morning sickness, late nights, and an uncontrollable bladder, so hearing someone wanting attention had me too tired to get out of bed.

"Answer the door." Gavin said beside me, his voice gravelly from sleep. I moved to look at his face, the dim light from the barely opened window casting shadows against his face.

"I'm pregnant and tired, you prick. I have the right to push you out of bed," I brought my foot up and pushed it against his stomach. "Now, go check." With a curse and sigh, Gavin moved back the sheets and left to go and see who was here at this godforsaken hour.

I was almost about to fall asleep again when Gavin's shocked voice had me lift my head back up, "Bree? What the bloody hell are you doing here?" I heard him say. I quickly pushed myself out of the bed, only in a large tshirt that reached the middle of my thighs.

I made my way through the hallway, seeing Gavin at the front door and leading in a completely soaked Bree. Her dark hair clung to her pale face and her eyes were cast downward as Gavin closed the door, bringing her to the sofa.

"Bree, what the hell?" I mumbled, coming over and sitting down next to her. "Gavin, get a blanket or something." I told him. He nodded and left immediately.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to be here instead of at a hotel." She said as she looked up at me and I knew right then and there that something was off.

"What's happened?" I asked, handing her the blanket Gavin brought back. His eyes were just a concerned as mine and we both awaited her answer. Bree opened her mouth to speak, but closed it immediately, the blanket wrapped loosely around her. "I guess it can wait until we aren't all tired. I'll give you some pyjamas and you can stay in the guest bedroom." I smiled a little.

She nodded and I led her to the extra spare room that would soon turn into a nursery. I pulled out a Zelda shirt and a pair of dark red lounge pants from the dresser in my room to give to her. I was just so shocked to see Bree at my door early in the morning. I had a feeling it was something to do with her and Ray, but I'd have to wait until she was ready to speak.

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"So, tell me."

I pleaded to Bree. It was finally the late morning, the dull light of the rising sun seeping through the windows. Gavin was still asleep in the bedroom, but Bree and I were wide awake in the living room with two mugs of warm tea. The dark smudges under her eyes and the lost light she always held were the only things she was able to muster. She looked defeated and hurt.

"Ray and I had a fight that ended...not so well." She said, so quietly I almost barely caught it.

"What was it about? Probably you being gone without replying to our texts and calls, right?" I was kind of miffed about that, but I wasn't going to yell at her in this moment. Bree sipped her tea, her fingers constantly tapping the side of the red mug.

"Part of it," She looked down, her cheeks reddening, but I knew it wasn't from the heat of the tea. I narrowed my eyes and encouraged her to continue, but she seemed to be having trouble. "I-I did something awful, Jane. Something so bad." She couldn't even meet my eyes as she spoke.

"What?" I asked.

"I-I...." She breathed out deeply before finally looking up at me, her brown eyes filled with tears. "I cheated on Ray...with Brad," My face must have been one of disgust or something because she placed her mug on the coffee table and took my hands. "I was trying to see if my supposed feelings for him were true or not."

"And?" My voice came out almost as a squeak and I cleared it, trying to regain some strength. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I think so." She said and I couldn't stop myself from moving away, my hands retracting from hers. I couldn't believe her. My best friend did this to my other friend. They were so good for each other, but once again Bree had to do something to ruin everything. She's so damaged and bipolar at times that I can't keep up.

"He ended things? Ray did, right?" I asked her, my eyes burning.

"Yes," She looked down. "I walked around for hours. I almost went to Brad's house, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. The only other place was yours. Please, don't send me away." Bree said.

"How could you...do that to him? When all he ever did was love you and want to be there for you? Huh?" I knew my pregnancy hormones were catching up with me when I felt the tears starting to build up. "After all of the shit you put him through, he was able to try, but I don't blame him for wanting to end what you guys supposedly had," I told her and she looked absolutely shocked at what I said. "I see it now. You don't deserve his love and I bet that's what you believed. You think love is just a silly thing that's not serious whatsoever, but let me tell you something, Breeana," I moved closer, tears escaping their prison and tracking my cheeks. "Love is the only thing that can make you forget about all of those terrible years your father put you through or the times when you thought you actually did find something, only to let it explode in your face. Ray was the only one out of all of your relationships to actually love you...and you ruined it."

With that I stood up and left her there. How dare she come here, expecting to have my support on the whole thing. Some part, some small part, wanted to go back and comfort her, but I was more pissed than sad towards her.

I closed my bedroom door and made my way back to the bed. Gavin's sleepy face was turned away from me. When I pulled the covers over myself, he turned over to reveal his green eyes at me. "Good Morning." He said to me.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled and turned away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his hand smoothing back a pink curl from my cheek.

"Nothing." I knew that if I told him what happened, he would be beyond pissed, but I wanted Ray to talk to him instead. "I think you, Michael, and Ray should go out tonight."

"Getting tired of me already?" Gavin laughed and I couldn't help the smile from growing on my face.

"I've been sick of you from the beginning." I turned back to him and stared at his lips as he spoke.

"Then why am I here?" He chuckled, kissing me lightly and snaking his hand down to lightly rub my stomach. It still has only been two months, so it's not really that big.

"Because I can't help but love you." I giggled as he squeezed my side, tickling me.

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(Bree's POV)

I sat there, definitely stunned as to just what happened. Jane blew up in my face when I was expecting her to be caring and telling me it was alright. Well, I was completely wrong.

No tears wanted to leave my eyes. I was done crying. That's all I've done my whole life.

I quietly moved off of the sofa to where I slept to last night. I wished I could turn back time and restart everything. I shouldn't have come to visit Jane, I should've stayed back home and kept along with college.

I grabbed my drying clothes on the end of the bed before calling a cab. In no time, the cabbie was in from the complex. I wanted to knock on my friends door to tell her goodbye, but I restrained from it and left the apartment to the door.

"Where to?" The grubby man asked. I have him the only address I could think of. I didn't want to go there, but it was, hopefully, my only safe haven.

An hour passed before the driver finally pulled up to the familiar house. I paid him with the money I had stuffed inside my damp trousers and ran out to where I needed to go.

"Please open up." I whispered before tapping on the door. A few minutes passed before he opened the door, his hazel eyes opening widely in surprise at my appearance.

"Bree?" Brad asked, seeming unsure. "I told you--"

I cut him off by hugging his frame, tears finally leaving my eyes and staining his dark blue shirt. "Please don't turn me away." I sobbed against him.

"No. It's fine." Brad rested a hand on my back before allowing me inside. We talked for a while. I told him about what happened and he seemed to grow guiltier by the minute, but I told him it wasn't his fault...it was mine.

"Can I stay here? M-My friend is kind of upset with what I've done." I chuckled sadly as I pulled a loose thread from his sofa.

"You sure that's wise? Plus, I only have the one bed." He told me.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter now and I can just use the sofa." I smiled a little to him. He chewed his bottom lip before shaking his head and placing a firm hand on my knee.

"You can stay in there with me. Just no funny business." He laughed and I did too.

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A/N: Small chapter because I'm planning other things for the story. Next chapter will be good though :)

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