Chapter 40

Miles's POV

2 Months have passed. 2 hellish months away from the girl I love and so desperately want to be with. We haven't talked or communicated. The most I've seen of her is when she randomly comes over to either study with Kyle or comes over to come and get something she forgot earlier.

I don't speak to Kyle at all. I hate him with every bone in my body. He screwed up my relationship. I was supposed to be with her forever. She was the one girl in the world who actually understood me. I needed her and she needed me.

Over these last few months, many thoughts have been racing through my mind. Some forgotten ideas and thoughts are finally coming into play at the moment. For the past few days, I couldn't seem to get my mind off of the baby. Now, if you don't remember Jemma got pregnant during the point in time her and I broke up for the first time.

She ended up getting an abortion which I had no idea about. I guess her leaving me has made me do some deep thinking into everything that went down within the last year of our relationship.

My mind kept going to that baby. I know when she told me about the baby I told her I didn't really care, and that I would never want a baby with her, or in general. My whole life I've been treated like shit by my parents and my loved ones around me.

Kyle was the favorite son and the only one who actually got attention. I guess I just didn't want my child to go through that. I do feel bad that I had a kid and it got aborted. But let's make this clear as day, I don't blame Jemma for getting an abortion. She had every right to, it is her body.

But I wish she would have told me, it might have made me feel better. At least I think it would have...

I guess the main reason why I can't get the baby out of my head is that it reminds me that I would have had a family with Jemma. The girl I love and so want to be with. And now all of that is ruined because both of us did some pretty fucked up shit.

I am still doing some pretty fucked up shit. Over the last few weeks, I've done somethings that I wish I could take back. But for some reason, they make me feel better. One reason why Jemma was so afraid to tell people about us was that I was a player.

I guess people never change.

I laid back down in my bed closing my eyes. I didn't want to think about what I just did the past 20 minutes ago. I know it was to make myself feel better, but I haven't actually figured out if it's working or not. It does make me forget about her during the time, but right after, I feel guilty for even touching another girl who isn't her.

All I wanted to do right now was close my eyes and hopefully fall asleep. But for some reason, I couldn't. I guess God was waiting to pull this cruel joke on me.

After about 20 minutes of rolling around in my bed hoping to fall asleep. I hear my brother's bedroom door open and close. I knew he was out with Jemma at the time hanging out at her house studying for the final's tomorrow. After a few seconds, I heard moans.

Maybe that dickhead called up Willow again. I grabbed my pillow trying to block out the sounds of the moans and the bed hitting the wall. I didn't hear anything except the moans for a few minutes until I heard some girl call out Kyel's name.

"Oh God Kyle. Fuck me harder!" she moaned out loudly. Luckily my parent's weren't home or they would throw a fucking fit.

I rolled my eyes as far as they could go. Then the next words that I heard coming from my brother's room completely shattered my heart.

"Oh fuck Jemma. Just like that baby." I heard Kyle say. Jemma? My Jemma? I don't understand? It's only been 2 months and she jumps right back into bed with my brother of all people!

I know that I've been sleeping with girls over the past few weeks, but it's totally different when she is screwing my brother, the same guy who broke up our relationship in the first place.

I hated the idea of him touching her. It made me want to fucking kill him, but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. She is no longer mine. At the time I didn't know if they were together or if they were just fucking.

I hoped it was number 2, mostly because I didn't want to see her back in his arms again. He was a cheating bastard who didn't and still doesn't deserve that amazing girl.

I wanted her to be back in my arms. Telling me that she loves me and that she wants to be with me. I needed her to be here. I missed her more than anything in the world.

After another 1 hour of hearing them, I finally got sick and tired of it and grabbed my car keys and walking out of the house slamming the front door in the process. I couldn't hear that anymore. I couldn't hear my brother having sex with the girl I love. It hurts my, heart, too much.

3 Hour's Earlier: Kyle's POV

These last few months have been amazing, no matter what my brother thinks. I know right now he is probably burying himself into another girl once again.

He's been pretty depressed these last few weeks since him and Jemma broke up. I know it makes it worse when she comes over, but when she usually does, most of the time he leaves. And if it isn't clear already he is going to go fuck another girl. According to him it 'helps with the pain and helps him forget that the love of his life left him'.

But truly, no matter what bullshit he tries to spin and say it's me, I didn't do anything wrong. I may have told her the truth, but I didn't lie or make anything worse than it already was, he was the one who decided to sleep with her for money and not tell her. He is the only one to blame, and I'm going to give him a taste of his own medicine tonight.

I'm going to let him know how it feels to hear another guy screwing the woman he loves...