"You do not know." He chuckled. "You don't know if you're in love with her? Is that what you mean?" Ayden asked as he moved towards her on the other side of the kitchen counter.
"Ayden I do not know?" A tear trail formed on one side of her face.
"God, I'm so stupid!" Ayden muttered. "I mean here I was trying to give you my all, while you go off and bang with some other girl!"
"We haven't banged! We've just kissed a couple of times!"
"A few couple times? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing."
"Ingrid please…"
"Fine, we've kissed three times only! Three!"
"You talk as if that's supposed to seem minute."
"I'm not saying it does!"
"You fucking kissed her! Three times! Three times Ingrid. What's wrong with you?"
"I messed up. That's what I'm trying to tell you."
"Oh? You call that messing up?"
"Ayden I'm sorry. Freya's been so good to me of late. She has helped me with a ton of stuff that I couldn't simply do on my own with this pregnancy!"
"So you say thank you with a kiss? Is that what your school teaches students on the virtue of kindness? And how it must be paid back?"
"I didn't kiss her so as to say thank you," Ingrid said moving away from him as she wiped another tear.
"Then why? Tell me why?" He responded as he closed the gap after her.
She turned around and looked at his black eyes. "Because I wanted to."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Ayden said face-palming himself. "So what? You're kind of a lesbian now or what?"
"Is there a problem if I am?" She asked hands raised high up in the air.
"Yes." He answered. "Yes, there is."
"Which one? You've got a thing against lesbian girls? Is that it?"
"No. Just you. Ingrid, you're not a fucking lesbo. You're a straight-ass girl who likes boys and you know that. Freya's just mixing up your head with her stupid ideas that you're like her. You know that's not you."
"Then you don't know me very well Ayden."
He chuckled, lightly. "Are you being serious? Are we literally having this conversation right now?"
"Ayden what I feel for Freya, I've never felt the same for a girl. I mean… she is just different. In her own unique way. "
"So what? You love her now?"
"I'm not in love with her. I swear. Those kisses were just mistakes. I realized that I was just desperate."
"For what? A girl's lips on yours?"
"For your love, Ayden. I was desperate for you." She shrugged and he stopped to listen for the first time.
"Don't dare pin your mistakes on me as the scapegoat Ingrid. You need to be responsible for your actions!"
"You know what?! FINE! You want it that way?" Ingrid snapped.
"What way?"
"You also make stupid mistakes Ayden, I mean you are not that special you know?"
"What the fuck do you mean?" He asked as his eyebrows drew closer.
"What kind of boy goes on beating up girls like it's some sort of sport huh?"
"I said I was sorry!"
"Bullshit! Fucking bullshit Ayden!" Ingrid snarled back. "You know what? I've been entertaining your rude behavior for so long and I'm so tired of it. It's DISGUSTING."
"I didn't mean to hurt Freya, I told you that!"
"You keep hurting girls and you end up saying sorry. You told me that you'd carve out the baby in me if that's what it took for the both of us to be together. What kind of a sick psychopath says something like that?"
"So you're judging me now? Is that it?"
"You wanted this, remember? You shoved me and my pregnant baby to a bench, and then you come up and say you're sorry. You beat Freya so bad that you almost killed her and then what? Huh? You say you're sorry? You think that's supposed to fix everything? Is that what you think?"
"Ingrid…"
"Shut up, I'm talking." She told him, eyebrows drawn closer. She closed the gap between "That, is some pretty fucked up shit. You deserve to be in jail right now, for your information. That was not right at all. And a simple sorry does not fix such actions."
"I'm sorry… really."
"You never learn do you?" She asked him, arms crossed.
"I don't know how you want me to put this Ingrid. Like for real I'm sorr—"
"So when you beat a girl and come asking for an apology, then I accord you with it… it's okay." She stated. "But when I kiss a girl who I don't like whatsoever, my apology becomes vague. Like it really doesn't mean a dime? Right?"
"Hey, I get it okay?" Ayden snarled and grabbed Ingrid's arm. She felt his strangulation on that area of the arm and she immediately twisted her arm around and pulled away. But it didn't move. He had her under a tight grasp.
"Ayden, let me go." She told him, her teeth gritting in pain. He continued holding on and pressing further. She looked at him, her heart beating faster than it was before. "Ayden, let me go! You're hurting me! Ayden!"
She used her free hand to grab his hand and pulled it away. She walked away from him, unzipped her black jacket, and inspected her injured hand. There was a red tint on it, where the five fingers held onto seconds ago.
"What's wrong with you?" Ingrid asked as she walked away from the kitchen island to the refrigerators behind Ayden. She pulled out ice from the silver-plated one and nursed her sore arm. "What happened to you? Why are you so rough?" Ayden looked away and hid his face in his hands.
"I think you need to go." She told him. He removed his hands from his face and she saw how red his eyes were. There was a pint of sadness pulling from the corner of his eyes. His jaws danced around as he looked at her hissing in pain with the ice on her hand.
"What about your pregnancy? We need to tell your mom together when she comes back from—"
"I'll tell her myself."
"Ingrid I can't let you do that alone."
"I think you're too angry to be around me or anyone now, so just go. Please."
"I'm not abandoning…"
"Ayden please."
He moved towards her, taking time in each step. She took a step back, then two more till her ass was against the sink counter.