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come through. When I fucked her over the dumpster, I’d felt like a sick fuck. A perverted wannabe. I wanted her to scream and to shout at me then. I wanted her to realize why I’d had to do what I had been doing. She was too young. She didn’t know the world and she didn't know her own mind.
    So I ’d fucked her and walked away and then I’d watched her collapse onto the ground in tears. And I’d just walked away with my heart in my mouth and my head pounding with hate.
    I waited for her to show up the next day, to tell me she was sorry and that she loved me and wanted to make it work. But she never came back. She never called and I never called and that was it. The end. It was so easy and simple and it was as if we’d never been together. Only the hole in my heart never grew back.
    I’d hired Will to follow her and keep an eye on her. Not every day, but just to make sure everything was okay. He reported back to me once a week and I would read his reports and study his photographs while lying on the bed and staring at a photograph we’d taken together on a trip to the museum.
    When Will told me that he thought she was sick, I nearly called her. Enough was enough . I couldn’t stand back while the love of my life was sick. But then Will got the hospital records and I found out the truth. At first I was excited and then a little scared. I knew she would call me then. How could she not? I knew I could have called, but I wanted her to reach out first. I wanted her to make the decision that she wanted to be with me because she loved me. I didn’t want her to feel trapped. She was so young, and I didn’t want to be the guy who did that.
    But she never called , and my world grew bleaker and darker. She never called and I never called, and eventually it was over and both of our lives had changed. I’d hated her and loved her, both at the same time.
    As I stood there watching her walk away again, tears running down her face, I knew that I couldn’t make the same mistake twice. This time, I was going to fight for her. This time, I wasn’t going to just let her go. I wasn’t perfect —I knew that. But I still loved her, and I had to try again.
    “Wait !” I shouted as I ran after her. I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and stopped her. “Wait a minute.”
    “What?” She looked at me coldly and I took a deep breath before speaking again.
    “I know you don’t want to see me again. I understand that.”
    “Good.” She glared at me and shook my hand off of her shoulder.
    “But what about your son?” I paused as her face turned white. “Do you want to see your son?”
    “What are you talking about?” she whispered, and I grabbed her arms to keep her from falling.
    “I know you were pregnant, Katie.” I stared into her wide eyes. “I don’t know how you could give him up without telling me, but I know.”
    “I, I...” She blinked rapidly and her eyes glazed over. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
    “I understand why.” I pulled her toward me. “You were young . You didn’t know what to do. I understand.”
    “Do you hate me?” Tears started flowing from her eyes again. “I’m sorry I never told you. I didn’t know what to do after what happened, and then I found out I was pregnant. I was so scared. I was just eighteen and a freshman. I had no one to turn to.”
    “I could never hate you, Katie.” I rubbed the back of her head. “I shouldn’t have ended things the way that I did.”
    “I’ve always regretted it, you know.” Her eyes glazed over. “I wished I had kept him. He would have been a piece of you that I would have always had. He’s still in my heart.”
    “I know.”
    “I love him,” she cried. “I hate you, Brandon. I hate you for doing this to me.”
    “I’m sorry, Katie. I made a mistake.” I sighed. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes. And I’m sorry about tonight. You have to believe that. You have to believe me. Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I can’t live