After managing to get Rhys's barely coherent ass into my truck I'd started it up and began heading to Rae's apartment complex. There was no way I was leaving Rhys behind to drive himself or even try to take the T. He was most likely concussed. I'd hit him with a solid punch and now I feel like a complete dick.

I'd probably have to stay the night with him to make sure he doesn't fucking fall asleep for more than an allotted period of time. But right now all I can think about is Rae. She's packing a bag and leaving for New York tonight. She's leaving me.

The only person I have to blame for that though is my god damn self. Like Rhys had said, I practically shoved her away from me. I needed to get a handle on myself. With everything going on I could hardly cope. Thankfully the few hours at the gym had helped me clear my mind, well, clear it somewhat.

Once I reach her apartment building I asked Rhys if he wants to come in and he shakes his head no. I plead with him not to fall asleep and he scoffs.

"It wasn't even that hard of a hit." He mumbles out barely coherent.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, bud." I hold his eyes for a moment. "Once I make sure she's still here I'm coming back out for you. Stay awake."

"Got it."

I let out a sigh before jumping out of my truck and racing inside. I nod at the doorman and he nods back at me. He's seen me more than just a few times. I go to the elevator and to her floor, racing to her apartment once the doors open. I go to knock but when I do the door opens up because it had been left ajar.

"Rae?" I open the door fully calling out her name a few more times. "Rae?" I feel a flood of anxiety flow through me when I realize the inevitability of her not being here. "Raegan fucking Travers, answer me right now." I mumble out the words, "please, Raegan."

Please be here. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I follow the trail of speckled blood on the floor, my blood, to her bedroom. I'd effectively ruined her carpet. And to think she'd been worried the one night about me getting it wet from the rain. Now look at it. It's soiled, ruined from the altercation we'd had. The irony of this soft plush carpet ruined by my blood, by me, isn't lost on me.

Once I'm in her bedroom I spot the glass all over the floor feeling a similar feeling beginning to take hold of me, a very broken feeling as I call out for her again. It's no use though. Her drawers are all open. Clothes are strewn across her bed haphazardly. The sheets are in the same heap we'd left them in after our sexual encounter.

I feel a numbness spread over me as I realize the fact that she's gone. Gone. But she can't be far though. I pull out my phone and see a bunch of missed calls from her and I curse under my breath feeling irritated at myself. I press her name and hold the phone up to my ear but am immediately sent to voicemail.

"Reagan, baby, please call me back. Please don't leave like this. Please. I'm sorry, baby. I'm so..." I hadn't realized how emotional I'd gotten and have to choke back the tears for a moment before continuing. "I love you." It's the last thing I say before I hang up.

I sit on the bed feeling momentarily defeated before I realize since Rae doesn't have a car that she's probably taking the train. Phone in hand, I search the time for the next train that goes to New York City. It's a 9:50 train and it's currently 9:25. I can make it.

I quickly run out of the apartment, making sure to close the door as I do. I can't believe she just left it open. Someone could've stolen all her shit but apparently she was too busy leaving to give a fuck about it.

Once I get to the truck I see Rhys on the phone. I can tell by his face that it's her. I throw open the door and hop up to snatch the phone from him.

"Rae?" I'm met with silence so I continue, "baby, I'm sorry. I'm going to fix the mirror. I'm going to take care of all of it, I promise. I don't know what I was thinking. I-"

"You weren't thinking." Her voice said sharply, interrupting me. "You never think when you do shit like that. It's a terrible habit, Seth. You need to learn to get your anger under control."

"I know. I know." I let out a giant sigh as I start up the truck. "Where are you?" But I know she's at the train station because I can hear the noise around her.

"I'm leaving. I'm going to New York. You're right, Seth, this is what's better for me. These arguments lately and the broken mirror..."

"I'm coming to get you. I'll take you to New York. I'm not just going to let you-"

"I'm going tonight. I'm taking the train. You're not taking me anywhere."  Her voice sounded so final, so resolute.

"Please, Raegan. Don't be like this." I pull out onto the road not listening to her. "I'm coming to get you."

"We need a break." I feel like she just physically slapped me.

"What?" I said hollowly.

"You heard me. We need a break. When your life settles down and you can fucking think straight maybe we can work things out. Until then I think it's better if-"

"No," I cut her off. "No, you and I are not taking a break." She doesn't just get to decide this is over. She can't, not now.

"I'm not Sarah." She yells into my ear, "you can't control me, Seth. You can't tell me what I can and can't do whenever it suits your mood. And you can't fuck me like I'm her either. I'm sick of it. I love you but we need some space from one another. We need to re-evaluate our relationship."

"I don't need to fucking re-evaluate shit, Rae!" I yell back at her.

"We do, Seth. We do."

"No, fuck this. Fuck you trying to end things. I didn't mean to knock-up someone, Raegan. I didn't mean to. It was a fucking accident. I... I..." I'm fucking crying in my car like a little bitch because I'm a fucking mess.

"We'll figure it, Seth. We'll figure it eventually but for now I think you're right..." She pauses and I feel like my soul is in fire. "I need to just figure myself out for a while." Those words make me pull over on the side of the road. I can't process them. "You know I'll always love you but-"

"But you can't handle me at my worst. Yeah, I got it." I hang up on her. I can't take anymore of her verbal onslaught. I just can't.

I sit there and stare at my dashboard woefully. I want to punch it, just fucking destroy it but I don't. I don't because I feel like such a fucking failure already.

"I'm sorry, Seth." Rhys's empathetic voice says.

"Don't. I don't deserve it." I chuck his phone back to him and feel mine vibrate in my pocket. I snatch it out and see my father's number. I pick it up immediately. "Hello?"

"We're at the hospital, Seth. She's about to go into labor." His words are excited but also strained as he says, "it's okay, Katie. Breathe. Just breathe. You'll be okay, sweetheart. I've got you. Just take my hand."

"Holy shit." I mumble the words. "Are you serious... I'm about to be a... fuck!" I put the truck in drive after I hang up and pull out onto the road.

I'm about to have a kid. I'm about to be a father.