Unexpected

SIXTY

Chapter Sixty
Heartbreak

"I think we should take a break." Hearing the words play back in my head, I was less sure of my decision, of the finalization of those seven words. The heartbreak on his face replayed in my mind on repeat all night, I didn't sleep a wink. And the feeling in my chest? The once empty, that turned to anger, was settled on an ache I can't describe.

I never knew what to expect of heart break, songs and books describe it as a broken feeling, but I'm not sure if that is right. I've never felt my heart break in such a way as it was now. I mean, sure I felt my heart get pin-pricked when I thought Scott was going to go back to Allison at the start of the year, and I felt my heart ache when he left me alone, and I felt my heart utterly shatter when I thought he was dead... but this was different.

I was experiencing an entirely knew level of pain and hurt. It felt like my heart was beating with only half of itself. I know it sounds dramatic, but I really thought Scott was my soulmate, my forever love. I had dreamed of us getting married, maybe having another kid, growing old together... being happy.

Who knows, maybe he is my soulmate, but right now he's not good for me. 

I think that hurts more than anything. 

I've never loved someone the way I love him and now I have to break up with him because I need to focus on what was most important in my life now. I was going to be a mother any day now, and I needed to put all my focus on them, making sure they were happy and healthy. I don't have time to also focus on worrying about Scott, I don't have enough energy for it.

Tears slid down my cheeks as I slowly rocked in the rocking chair that sat in the corner of my room. I no longer had someone to sleep beside, someone to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, someone to sit with me while I took a bath, to laugh at me when I played ridiculous music for the babies, to talk with me about my worries without judging them.

A sob fell from my lips, I couldn't stop it from coming. My chest contracted in pain as I realized how alone I was. I was all alone. Of course, I'm being a tad bit dramatic, I have Stiles and my dad and Melissa and my friends. But, I'm alone in a different kind of way.

My mind immediately began to reply the entirety of Scott and I's relationship, each memory hurting worst than the last.

The door opened, and I became completely frozen as I looked into his sparkling eyes. I love his brown eyes, they're the perfect mix of chocolate and honey.

"Victoria? Are you okay? What are you doing out here?" He put his hand on my shoulder, causing my heart rate to pick up and my cheeks to tint red.

"Oh. Uh...I-I'm locked out of the house.....and, I don't want to bother you, but could I stay here? Only until Stiles is back?" I rambled on and on, feeling flustered. I mentally curse at myself, really Victoria? I can't even get out a sentence without becoming a stuttering mess.

Scott let his hand fall from my shoulder down to my fingertips, as my heart raced and I watched as he began to smile. "Yeah, come on in, you're going to catch a cold."

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"We're in trouble... like real life shit, Scott. I don't even know how to say this... I didn't think I'd have to say this for another eight years..." I feel Scott grab my hands as I nervously began picking at my nails. I met his eyes, noticing his smile. "Victoria, whatever it is, we'll figure it out. It probably isn't even as bad as you--"

"I'm pregnant." I blurt, immediately biting my lip, afraid of his reaction. It's like time stood still for him, his entire body froze and his hands went limp in mine. In a moment he had his hands in his hair, pulling at the roots and a groan left him, and not the good kind either. "Y-you're sure?"