Oliver

Awkward little shit, my best friend Peter. I watch from an upper balcony of the library, where Minnie has sent me to fetch her a book she's been waiting for as Pete and Jamie repeatedly glance at each other and then do something I can only describe as the ocular equivalent of running screaming in the other direction.

She's a good kid, she really is.

2 Weeks Ago

"You piece of shit!" Minnie screamed, winging a piece of fried chicken at me from across the kitchen as I came through the door.

"Min, what the hell?" I yelled as buffalo sauce splattered across my white tee shirt. "It's not our anniversary, I forgot that last month, right?" I grinned, and she continued scowling.

It was only then that I noticed the tear tracks drying on her face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I crossed the room, moving to wrap her in my arms, but she shoved me away, disgust reflected in her green eyes.

"Renee told me what you all did. She called me, crying hysterically and told me she was going to confess her sins to a priest."

"Renee's agnostic, though."

"She said the 'near ritualistic formality of the Church is a sort of masochism I really need right now.' And that's not the point!"

"Then what is the point, Minnie?" I shouted. "Because I didn't have a choice here."

"She's a goddamned child," Minnie's screams were growing shriller by the minute.

"Minnie, what do you want me to do? It's one kid or the rest of the fucking world! One kid or a few billion kids!"

"You didn't even try to find another solution, Oliver. That's the point."

"You think I didn't try? You think I just volunteered to kill the kid off?" Now I was screaming, too.

"Well, I didn't see your fat ass doing much during the whole thing."

"You know what, I don't need this right now. I'm leaving." I grabbed my leather jacket, put down always seconds ago, and stormed out.

I had almost slammed the door when I heard: "I still love you."

Regardless, I had more than a few drinks that night

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