Little Brown Benefit novel Chapter 23

After stuffing and shoving clothes into garbage bags, another knock came downstairs. My heart raced with fear.

Did they come to make sure I was packing?

I didn't go to the door. I didn't want to have to deal with them anymore. I stayed in the bedroom, concealing myself behind the door but when I heard footsteps, coming up the stairs, getting closer and closer to the bedroom, I took a picture frame and made a swing.

Luckily, he had great reflexes or else that picture frame would have smashed against his head.

"Sacha, it's only me."

"Christian, you almost give me a heart attack. What are you doing?" I asked as I put the picture back on the night stand.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at the bags. "Hold up, are you packing?"

"Yes." I answered.

"What's the reason?"

"Because your mother told me to."

"My mother?"

"Yes. She was here a while ago, with your fiancée. She wants me to stay away from you, get an abortion, hand back the money you gave and spent on me and lastly, she wants me to leave your house so I'm doing just that, Christian." I cleared for him and I resumed packing.

"No. You're not doing any of those things!" Christian shouted and started taking my belongings out of the bags that were already filled.

"Christian! Stop!" I yelled, trying to stop him.

"No! I'm not going to stop. You're not going anywhere!"

He wrestled the bags away and after five full minutes, I grew tired of the tug-of-war between us and the bags. I watched as he unpacked every bag, putting everything back in its respective place.

Afterwards, he sat down on the bed beside me.

"Christian, at one point, you'll have to let me go."

"No, I don't."

"Why?"

"You think I can just let you walk out that door without knowing where you're going or where you might end up?" He turned to me, giving me the serious look.

"This is for the better. I don't want to get involve in your personal life. Everything has been a big mistake. I shouldn't have slept with you and I shouldn't have gotten pregnant with your baby!" I cried.

"Do you regret meeting me, Sacha?"

I lowered my head.

"Look me in my eyes and tell me that you regret getting to know me." He commanded but I couldn't because I didn't regret meeting him one bit.

With the courage I had left, I looked him dead in the eyes. "I don't regret meeting you."

Christian and I spent the rest of the day together, cooking and looking at movies like a regular couple would and when Judy got home, she was happy to see him as well.

Then, it was time for Christian to leave. I walked him to the door. He turned to face me and cupped my face in the palm of his hands and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Good..."

"No! Please don't say 'goodbye' Christian." I pleaded.

"I wasn't going to. I was about to say goodnight." He chuckled.

"Oh, goodnight then."

We kissed again and I watched him leave as the butterflies flew around in my stomach.

I wanted this. I wanted him to be mine but he wasn't.

The week seems to go faster when you're dreading a day. It was Thursday. Two days before Christian's wedding. I was emptying the pool when I looked up and saw Remy standing there, with tears in her eyes and snort from her nose.

Sacha's POV

"Remy? What are you doing here and what's the matter?"

"Sacha, my mom got into an accident last night. She died this morning." She answered and broke down in extreme tears. My heart ached for her and I pitied her because I too knew what it felt like to lose a parent unexpectedly to a vehicular accident.

I wrapped her into my arms, comforting her as she cried against my small chest.