She was losing it. She was about to lose it. Brianna could feel her blood pumping through her veins, harder at every word that came out of his mouth. He couldn't just--he couldn't just go, of course not, that would be too EASY! No, he was going to insist on staying and continuing to argue with her and fuck, she had a headache, and she put her head in her hands and sunk to the ground but it wouldn't go away because all she could hear were his words.
HAPPY SHE WAS PREGNANT! He was---it was cool? No, it wasn't cool, they were ninteen fucking years old, it wasn't cool and why couldn't he for one second realize that he was only making this worse! She needed understanding support, not someone standing there telling her that this situation was cool. It was if anything making her feel sicker and sicker about the whole thing because the more he talked the more upset she got.
"GET OUT, ZACH! GET OUT!" she yelled at him, sounding frantic because she felt trapped in this kitchen, like she was trapped in a box and all she could hear in between her own heavy breathing were his words bouncing off the sides and smashing into her head. Over and over and---okay, now she was really freaking out; if he had thought she was freaked out before, he didn't know what freaked out was. "GET OUT!"
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