Why so defensive?
“Elena, for the last damn time, who the hell is the father of that creep you're carrying?!” Trent bellowed, pushing down the vase next to him.
It crashed on the floor and Elena gasped at the mess. My eyes popped, scrutinizing Elena from where I stood, making sure none of the pieces of that broken vase touched her.
Trent would have a taste of my wrath if it did. Good thing she looked okay. Very terrified but okay.
It was an intense situation. Trent had already let his anger eat him up. Just like me, he had anger issues. I was just better at controlling mine than he was.
Give him a few more minutes and he'd really hurt her. The beastly rage in his eyes was enough proof. It'd be better if I stop this before it escalates. I'll never forgive him if he lays a hand on her.
“I…I…” Elena stuttered miserably.
“Fucking speak!” Trent snapped, raising his hand to do exactly what I'd predicted. Quick as a thunderbolt, I stepped in front of him, catching that hand and giving him a firm push backward.
“Don't you dare,” I hissed coldly, shielding Elena from his sight.
“Father,” his eyes wavered from rage to confusion. “When did you get here? I mean, uh…why are you here?”
“Doesn't matter. You can get your answers from her but don't you dare lay a hand on her.” I warned sternly.
His eyes wavered with more confusion. It was reckless of me to defend her this way but I couldn't hold back. Definitely not when I knew she was carrying my child.
“You eavesdropped, didn't you? So I'm guessing you already know what questions I'm asking her,” Trent snorted with reddened eyes. He looked visibly hurt and distorted.
I felt a pang of pity for him but that was just it. He didn't really deserve any sympathy. If he hadn't cheated on her, I wouldn't have had the chance to get any moment with Elena.
I wouldn't have gotten the chance to get her pregnant. We're both assholes in this situation, but I wanna think he's the bigger asshole.
“She cheated on me. This damn fake-ass good girl cheated on me! No, that's not the issue right now. She's pregnant. And the child isn't mine! Can you believe it?!” He sounded pathetically broken when he added the last line.
Again, I should feel sorry. And maybe I do feel sorry. But not enough for me to get out of the way and let him hurt her.
“And she doesn't wanna tell me who the bastard that got her pregnant is.”
That bastard would be me. And I rely didn't plan for her to get pregnant. But it already happened. It was a fucked up situation, even though I am still shaken by it. Still, he gotta calm the fuck down. Hurting her would only worsen the situation. Especially since she seems determined not to speak.
“So Father, please, excuse us. I need my answers and I'm gonna get it out from her, one way or the other.” He pushed me aside, aiming for her again.
Now I lost it. Catching his hand before he could touch her, I twisted it.
“Father!”
I pushed him and he collided hard with the wall, squirming in pain.
“Get up,” I grabbed Elena's hand, pulling her off the bed. She didn't seem willing to follow me but I didn't give her an option either.
I opened the door and pushed her outside, then shut it back. Now it was just Trent and I inside his bedroom and I was every itch an angry bastard now.
“Father, why the fuck are you defending her? You should be on my side! She cheated on me! She's…. she's carrying another man's child. That makes her a damn floozie!”
“You're gonna shut that mouth and listen to me!” I barked, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close to feel every inch of my hot, angry whiff. “Maybe you've forgotten, or maybe you're just too dense to remember, but you started it. You cheated on her first, countless times…”
His eyes popped. “how…How did you know that?”
“Doesn't matter,” I avoided the question. “But you cheated on her with Tracy. That makes you a lowlife and a damn bastard! You drove her into another man's arms so what goddamn rights do you have to be so angry right now?”
“At least, I didn't get Tracy pregnant,”
“Yeah, because she's a full-time slut who knows how to avoid such a messy situation. Elena isn't. And maybe all she had with that guy is a regretful, one-time shit. Maybe she had emotional slips because she certainly isn't the type who would wholeheartedly cheat on the man she loves…”
Because if she was that type, then she would have accepted my proposal already. And I wouldn't have to go through her heart-shattering, constant rejections.
“You had a good woman, a real deal and you ditched her for some knock-off. This is the aftermath. So if you were any bit wiser, you'd stop throwing tantrums and try to think of a calmer way to handle this situation.”
“But….but she wouldn't even tell me who the bastard this. So how the heck am I supposed to handle the situation?”
“By shutting the fuck up.” I deadpanned. “You're not gonna tell anyone about this. Not your Mum. Not her parents. No one. Until she's ready to talk.”
“Father, this is insane—”
“Listen to me!” My grip on his shirt tightened. “You're gonna do as I say. Do you understand? You already ruined her reputation once with your embezzlement scandal. You're not gonna pull her into another scandal.”
His eyes were bared in confusion. But I wasn't ready to explain why I was aggressively defending her. I just needed him to promise me that he was gonna keep that mouth shut.
“Okay,” he breathed out. Clearly, he didn't like the idea of shutting up about the situation. But he knew better than to defy me.
I let him go and he scoffed. “It's insane how you're defending her. If I didn't know better…”
He was saying, and I stiffened at whatever words were about to spill from his mouth.
“..if I didn't know better, I'd think she was your child, and not me.” He completed and my heart settled in relief.
“I'm taking her home with me,” I said, gaining another confused stare from him. “Take the time she's away to cool off. Go run in the woods if that's gonna help you cool off."
I left the room without getting any reply from him. Elena was somewhat frozen, staring into space while tears left fresh trails on her face.
“You're coming with me,” I said, grabbing her hand. She didn't protest. She didn't look like she was even noticing me.
She looked robotic, spaced out, and pale.
When I opened the car door and gently pushed her in, she still wasn't giving any extra reaction. I had to wear her the seatbelt myself, before getting into the driver's seat and slowly driving off.