(10) Let The Games Begin

Zoey's POV

This wasn't a part of the fucking plan.

Tears stream down my face as I recall that night when he told me he did not want a kid. Fast forward eight years later when I run into the same bastard and earlier than I actually anticipated.

My body trembles as a new wave of fresh tears blur my vision. All those feelings from that night rushes back to me ten fold. My eyes water even more and goosebumps slowly dot my skin at the crippling memory. I lean my head back on the soft sofa, enjoying the sound of crackling charcoal.

There's no need to cry. I repeat the small mantra to myself in hopes that these horrible feeling would go away.

"Thought you might need this," I look up to see my sister with a wine glass and a bottle in her hands. She hands me the glass of what seem to be ruby coloured red wine. "Couldn't find anything stronger,"

"T-thank you," I reply hoarsely as I take the glass. I wipe the streaming tears from unde