Page 29 of Rage’s Rose

“Okay, well go to the doctor, or I am calling Dr. Hansen myself and scheduling you something. I want to know how far along you are and also talk to your baby daddy. At least to tell him to leave me the fuck alone. He has a right to know you are at least healthy and okay Rose. That is his baby in your belly.”

With that she ends the call and I open it to the messages. There has been a flood of them from Rage.

Rage: Can you please call me.

Rage: I need to know you’re okay.

Rage: I know I fucked up. I know I’ve done shit, I’ve said shit and I’m so sorry.

Rage: We need to talk. Call me, please.

Rage, he’s not one to beg. I know this. I’ve known him for over a year and a half and the man never begs. I know that I need to do this, but I don’t want to do this. I need to get this over with. So I hit the call button and wait for him to answer.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three.

“Rose?”

“Yeah, um. Hi.”

“Fuck, Rose. Thank you for calling.”

“Yeah, well I thought we should talk.”

“Listen, Rose,” I hear him take a breath before he continues, “I know you overheard some fucked up shit and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. I was drunk and talking a big game because all these feelings scare me. So I wanted to make it seem like it meant nothing, I’m so fucking sorry you had to hear all of that. I’m so fucking sorry—”

“Were you sleeping with other people while we were sleeping together?” I interrupt him because honestly, I don’t give a fuck to hear about any of his excuses or explanations right now.

“Rose–”

“NO! Don’t Rose me, answer the question. It is a yes or no answer. Give it to me straight. Do something honest for once in the entire time I’ve known you. You owe me that.”

“I slept with some of the club girls, it only happened a couple of times and it only happened recently.”

I nod my head knowing that he can’t see me, but I’m so infuriated.

“So were you at least wearing protection with your whores or were they just as special as I was? I mean I already plan on going and getting tested for everything and its fucking mother, but I just want to know how much of a fucking asshole you are.”

“I used protection. You are the only person I have ever gone bare with.”

“Well, you will have to forgive me for not believing you. I’m not all that special. I’m sure you’ve got fucking a million women that you stick your dick into. As far as you saying that it only happened a couple of times, I don’t believe you. But whatever. It’s in the past, we are nothing to each other and I’m not planning on letting you put your dick anywhere near me again. So as far as the baby is concerned, I will keep you updated on what is going on. I do not want you at appointments. The only time I will be in a room with you is after this baby is born. We can communicate more than about custody and visits. Other than that, I do not want to talk to you. I am having this baby whether you like it or not. I don’t need your support, emotional or financial. If you want to be there for your baby then fine. I’m not going to stop you, but I want you to know that whatever we were, is over.”

I don’t let him talk, I just hang up the phone and lean my head back against the back of the swing. Bandit perks his head up and before I open my eyes I hear a voice I haven’t heard in a while.

“Hey there pretty flower, how is my favorite cousin doing?”

“Lizzy?”

“Hey beautiful.”

I get up off the swing and run to hug my older cousin.

“What are you doing here?”

“Uncle Beau called me. Said some things about you getting wrapped up in a big bad biker.”