15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

He half-turns, looking back at me from the doorway.
I lift my chin, looking at him with finality. “I wish this baby wasn’t
yours, Ryle. With everything that I am, I wish this baby was not a part
of you.”
If I thought his world couldn’t crumble more, I was wrong.
He walks out of my bedroom and I press my face into my pillow. I
thought if I could just hurt him like he had hurt me, I would feel
avenged.
I don’t.
Instead, I feel vindictive and mean.
I feel like I’m my father.