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Another Part Of Me - Part 8

I pulled Thomas away from the girl. "What the f**k do you think you're playing at?" I yelled. "Making me choose between my family and you, and now THIS! Thomas Peterson, this wedding is OFF!" I stormed away moodily. "Wait!" Thomas ran up to me. "You don't mean it! She kissed me... I was gonna pull away," he said. "WHEN? Stop lying to me, Thomas, I can see through everything!" "Look, we can work this out." "NO, I would rather NOT! Get this through your thick little skull: I'm leaving you!" I stormed off, but without a car to go home in, I had to wait for a bus.

Thomas grabbed me. "I'll take you home." I slapped him. "Get. The. Message. Jerk." Thomas grabbed me by the shoulders and forcefully steered me towards his car. He opened the door and shoved me in. "Like, OUCH-EE!" I protested. Thomas climbed in the front seat.

"Are you gonna hurt me?!" I screamed. "No, no, no, calm down, Baby. I wouldn't hurt you. I'm taking you home. To our home." "Uh, OUR HOME??!! I think you'll find it's MINE! Now anyways, since you kinda blew the relationship," I answered fiercely. I had every intention of booting him out.

The car pulled up outside of the house and Thomas pulled me out and led me towards the house. "Get OFF me!" I cried and leaped into the house. Before Thomas had a chance to get in, I slammed the door. I ran up to the spare room and got Thomas's box of clothes. I opened the window and emptied the box out onto the street. "No, Britney, no!" he cried. He pounded on the door. "Give me a chance to explain!" "You had me, you LOST me! You screwed it, blown it, ruined it. What part of 'Dumped' do you not understand?" I shouted out of the window.

Thomas pulled keys out from his pocket and let himself into the house. I'd forgot he had keys anyway. I ran downstairs. By now I was crying, a little. He moved towards me and I quickly grabbed a bottle of champagne and smashed it on the kitchen table. "What are you doing?" asked Thomas warily. I picked up a piece of the broken glass.

"You've got one chance, Thomas. L-L-l... Leave... Please." "Are you sure that's what you want?" asked Thomas, almost whispering. I paused. "Or am I forgiven? It was a mistake, B. Why should we let it ruin our future?"

Something made me do it. I put the piece of glass down on the table, walked up to Thomas, and kissed him. "I'm so sorry Thom. Will you have me back?"

"Yes, of course Britney Summers I love you." I fetched in Thomas's clothes and offered to wash them. "Sure, B, wash 'em," he said. I put them in. "Is the wedding back on?" I asked. "Yes of course." I squealed and hugged him. "This is gonna be so exciting, moving to France and all!"

THREE WEEKS LATER

I'd let Mom and Dad know about the move. I told my brothers sisters, and friends. Jay, my best friend, had dissed me, but everyone else was happy for me.

I had recently started having wierd pains. They had gone on for two days now and the next morning, I was sick. Thomas drove me to the doctors as now this was too much for both of us. We had to wait for a while, then the doctor called us in.

"So what's up?" I wheezed. "I have fantastic news!" exclaimed the doctor. "You're pregnant!"

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