I sink lower and lower into my chair, trying to cover my eyes. Maybe if I don’t see Pacey, he won’t see me.
“Uh . . .” she stumbles.
“Penny, just tell us.”
“Fine,” she squeaks. I wince, hold my breath, and then . . . “I’m pregnant.”
Pre . . . pre-what? My body shoots up, I uncover my eyes, and my heart lodges in my throat as all of the blood drains from my head and pools at my ankles.
Did I just hear that fucking correctly?
Did she say . . .gulp. . . pregnant?
“Wait . . . what?” Pacey asks as he pulls on his ear. He chuckles and says, “Jesus Christ, I thought you just said you’re pregnant.”
Yeah, that’s what I heard as well. Maybe I heard her wrong too.
Please, Jesus, I hope I heard her wrong.
“I did,” she says, and once again, I’ve lost all feeling in my legs, my arms, every goddamn piece of my body as I attempt to comprehend what she’s saying. “I’m pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Pacey asks, blinking a few times as if that will help him understand better. “As in there is a child in your stomach?” He points at her.
“Yes.” She winces.
Pacey roars out of his seat and says, “You’re fucking pregnant?”
When I say my dick just shriveled up into my scrotum, I’m not lying. Like goddamn roller blinds being sprung into place, my dick is gone, disappeared for possibly ever. Can’t be sure during this moment of absolute terror.
“Y-yes,” Penny confirms.
“How? How the fuck did this happen?” Pacey says as he looks around the room, pulling on his hair. When he spots us, it’s as if something in his head clicks. “Why the fuck are they here?” He points at Posey and me.
I know why I’m here, but Posey . . . now that’s a good question.
Before she can answer, he turns on us and yells, “Did you fuck my sister?”
Like a bullet out of a cannon, Posey scoots his chair all the way to the window and holds his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t. I never went near her. I have no clue why I’m here. Please don’t kill me.”
And then that leaves me . . .
Pacey turns his throbbing, heaving, ready-to-murder body on me, and says through clenched teeth, “Did you fuck her?”
Shit.
What do I do?
Do I say yes and take whatever Pacey is about to hand me like a man? Or do I pull a Posey and flee like it’s my job while claiming innocence?
I don’t have a chance to react because Penny is standing next to Pacey now, pulling on his hand. “Pacey, stop.” She puts her hand on his chest and sniffles. That’s when I notice the red in her eyes and the dampness of her cheeks.
Fuck, she’s crying.
Pacey sees it too, and the anger that’s ripping through him eases slightly as he takes in his sister.
Through very clenched teeth, he asks, “Did you have sex with Hornsby?”
She swallows, glances at me, and with regret all over her face, she nods. “I did. On his birthday.”
