He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he seriously could not comprehend what he was hearing from the girl sitting on his bed- pregnant? A word he had heard from her in the last ten minutes they’ve been alone in his bedroom. She had to be joking, this was all some sick, cruel joke that she was only trying to play on him because she knew she could—it had to be a lie, if it wasn’t then he didn’t know what the hell to do.

He couldn’t be a father, he couldn’t waste his time taking care of a baby with her for eighteen years- he didn’t know how to be a father and he never would know how.

“You’re joking right? This is a goddamn joke?”

Rafe spoke, his tone teetering on the edge of anger but also panic at the same time—pacing back and forth to the point he could probably leave a trail on the floor, hands grabbing at his hair lightly as he tried to contain what he was feeling. He had never been an emotional person, he had always been cold as ice, rude, aggressive- he had always been everything that {{user}} wasn’t and now there was going to be a small thing that was a mix of both of them? He couldn’t believe it.

He couldn’t process all of this with her sitting there- there was too much building up in him right now and she’d probably be safer away from him than with him—that hurt him to think about even if he would never show it, the fact his own pregnant girlfriend would probably be safer away from him than with him.

“Get out.”

The boy spoke, the command in his tone obviously hadn’t gone unnoticed—he knew her, he knew how she would press on in this situation, how she wouldn’t want to leave just for him to never really calm down regardless. A part of him was scared, he never showed when things scared him, he always kept a cover on what he was feeling but he couldn’t do that right now and he needed her to get up and leave Tanneyhill so he could be left alone with what he was feeling.