42 — Why can't you just stop lying?

CHRISTOPHER

My muscles clenched and unclenched, over and over again, as I watched the car that had dropped Selena off drive away. My hand gripped the doorknob so tightly that I could feel the tension in my body transferring to the poor knob. It was as if I was pouring all of my emotions into the metal in my hand. It was the only thing keeping me from running after the car and punching whoever was in the car in the face.

Although I couldn't be sure, I had a sinking feeling that the driver was none other than Pedro Lopez, Selena's ex-lover and the father of her child. The very same man that she'd never really gotten over, and whose child had grown to love me. My mind raced with thoughts of what this meant, and how it would affect my relationship with Selena.

Would Selena still want to be with me, knowing that her ex was back in the picture? Or would she choose to go back to him and leave me behind? I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was settling over me.

I let out a heavy sigh