No name(any suggestions?), chapter 8

Joey's P.O.V.

I wasn't going to wait, I had decided. I couldn't.

Two days of moping, of whining passed.

Goddamn that girl.

She was the reason I climbed out the window. To go down to her house. And she told me to fuck off.

So I spent three weeks trying to talk to her.

Eventually I did.

I climbed in her window. I was getting awfully good at it. I was ready to try to explain myself when I saw her crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

When she saw me her expression hardened. "Nothing. Fuck you." But hearing her say it, I noticed she didn't have the same rage as before. And it worried me.

"What's wrong?" I repeated. "Tell me, Cassie!"

Saying her name made her burst into tears.

"That's what he said," She sobbed.

"Who?" I looked concerned.
"David...when he...when he...I couldn't stop him! I couldn't...!" She sobbed.

Son of a bitch! I knew what happened.

"When was this?" I tried to stay calm.

"Three weeks ago...but Joey!" She looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"I'm pregnant."