I Dare You To Meet Me
Chapter 4

-You’ve been looking at my idiot face all this time!

Demian shouted in annoyance while I shook my head frantically, tears blurred my vision but I could clearly see my boyfriend’s reddened face, the veins in his neck looked like they were about to burst, his jaw was clenched tightly and his eyes were red with b***d.

-That’s not true!

-Of course it is, how you must have laughed at me during these months, me like an idiot falling in love with you while you always planned to run off back to Russia with your parents and their money.

He paced like a caged lion back and forth in the living room of my apartment.

-It’s not like that.

I tried to talk some sense into him.

-It’s the f*****g money, isn’t it?

In spite of the guilt I felt, a wave of anger and indignation swept over my heart with that question.

-Of course not, that’s not what this is about!

-How can I give you the life of luxury you’re so used to, you just saw me as a f*****g fling before you went back to your life full of expensive things and prestige right, you wanted a little adrenaline rush before you married that f*****g millionaire boy scumbag and lived the life of a flower child bride, huh?

-I DIDN’T KNOW WHO HE WAS, I found out at the same time you did about that engagement arranged by my parents obviously, and you are not a f*****g fling Demian, you are the love of my life, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you, why are you so stupid and refuse to believe me?

-Because for almost a year you have hidden from me the fact that you are a f*****g millionaire and that when this school year was over you were going to take a flight back to Russia to never come back, was everything about us a game for you, are you so ashamed of me as to hide from your family that we are in a relationship, of course, how a poor devil like me who was not born in a golden cradle and with the f*****g world at his feet is worthy of an heiress like you, is that it?

Her clearly hurt voice made my heart break.

-It’s not a game, nothing of what we have lived has been, if I hid who I was from the beginning was to avoid just this, I didn’t want you to see me differently.

I say between sobs.

-You know what, I’ve had enough of this shit, I’m sick of all this drama.

He turns and heads for the door. I wipe the tears from my face as I dare to ask.

-What does that mean, what about us?

He stops with his hand on the doorknob and turns to look at me with his eyes dilated with anger.

-That means that there is no us, in fact, forget that there ever was one.

And without letting me say anything and with my heart shattered Demian leaves the apartment slamming the door behind him.

My legs are weak and can’t support my weight, I fall to my knees while I start crying like crazy.

Wrong, everything had gone wrong, f*****g wrong.

The night that should have been one of the most special in my life had turned into hell.

-What are we going to do now baby?

I asked my belly as I caressed it.

I had been living in America for eleven months, ten months with the most wonderful man on the planet, and I had suspected I was pregnant for a month.

This very morning I had confirmed it with the doctor’s appointment, apart from the three pregnancy tests I had taken, all of which had come back positive.

Excited and scared shitless I had organized a special evening for Demian and myself, I had bought a little leather vest just like his, and put it in a box along with the results and tests, I planned to give it to him at the end of the night along with the whole truth about who I was. I also planned to tell him that I had decided not to return to Russia if he agreed to let us start a family here. Because there was nowhere else I wanted to be if not by his side.

All that had gone to hell when while I was waiting for him to finish changing me he turned on the TV in my living room. Since my father paid all the expenses for the apartment, the cable was broadcasting Russian channels, and I was lucky that the first channel on was the news channel, where they were announcing my engagement to one of the sons of my father’s business partners. Demian didn’t know Russian, but he understood enough when he saw my picture together with the other boy’s picture and the union of our last names.

That’s when I told him the whole truth, who I was and what my last name represented, the deal I had made with my parents about coming to live in California for a year and how I had no idea about the engagement to the boy, of course before I finished telling him everything, he had burst out and so we had started arguing.

In the end I hadn’t been able to tell him I was going to be a father, and seeing how angry he was, I was afraid I would never get the chance to tell him.

My trembling hands reached for my cell phone on the coffee table, as my tears stained the screen, I searched through my contacts for my best friend’s name and didn’t hesitate to dial her to beg for her help.

-I don’t know who the f**k you are, but I hope you have a good reason to dial me at this f*****g time of night during exam week.

Cara’s hoarse voice told me she was in the fifth dream, at another time I would have laughed at her witticisms but now was not the time.

-I need your help.

I tell her with my voice broken by crying.

I needed to fix the mess I had caused as soon as possible.