She closed her eyes and took in a couple of deep, calming breaths. God, she sounded like a bitch. What was wrong with her? She didn’t act like this. This was supposed to be a fun holiday. She wasn’t meant to fall in love.
Crawling out of bed, she stumbled sleepily to the bathroom. She did her business, and as she washed her hands she squealed at the sight of a huge diamond on her ring finger. Then she looked in the mirror and all of last night that had been foggy when she awoke came flooding back to her. Oh God, she’d gotten married to Damon.
Looking around her, she freaked. Today was her last day on holiday. Damon may have been good at taking her out on dates and calling her his girlfriend, but Becky had known deep down that Damon wasn’t for her. She planned on going back to Australia when her visa ran out. Becky had fallen in love with Damon, but she knew the type of women he was usually with, and she was nothing like them. At least, she thought she wasn’t, but after last night she wasn’t so sure anymore.
Becky shook her head and sighed. Things wouldn’t last with Damon. She needed to get away before she did anything else stupid. How could she have let this happen? What had she done? She couldn’t be married, she barely knew Damon. She’d been planning her wedding since she was little. She hadn’t dreamed of marrying in a Las Vegas chapel. Tears slid down her cheeks and she brushed them away. Crap, what if he came back and told her what a big mistake he’d made? She couldn’t handle that. She didn’t know if she ever could.
Oh. God. Oh, God. Damon was a slut. Since meeting him, it seemed like he slept with a different woman almost every night, sometimes more than one. Shit, shit, shit. She’d had unprotected sex with a man whore. God, she was an idiot. Becky needed to get away before she saw him again and made any more mistakes. Damon turned her into an insecure idiot. She hated that she loved him.
Finding her dress, shoes, and bag, she pulled everything on ran out of the room. She needed to get away. She needed to think. Becky needed to do a lot of things, like being tested. Fuck, fuck, did she really get married? Would she need a divorce? The fuckwit hadn’t even been there when she awoke. What a prick move. Her heart sank and tears blurred her vision. She needed to get away from the disaster zone.
Pulling the ring off her finger, she sat it next to the bed. She needed the anger she felt right now. Becky wouldn’t leave if she let her heart win. She had to get away from Damon, from the boys. She would thank them later once she’d had time to think and knew what to do.
Once at her own hotel, Becky showered and rang to see if she could get an early flight to Chicago. Once she made sure everything was packed, she went to the airport, grateful she could get an earlier flight. Before she got on the plane she paused and did the most cowardly, despicable thing she’d ever done. She messaged all the boys: Goodbye and thank you for keeping me company.
Trying not to cry, she got on the plane. Becky knew as the plane took off that she had done it all wrong, and what she did right now was the most selfish thing she’d ever done. She let the tears fall as she remembered the many times Damon had told her how much he liked that she wasn’t scared of saying what she felt, that she was easy to talk to. She cried harder as his words about her being kind to everyone and always thinking of others repeated in her head. Looking out the plane window, she cried for everything she’d done and what she should have done. She’d made too many big, bad mistakes.
Chapter Five
The pregnancy stick mocked her with its two lines. It had been six weeks since Vegas. There were so many things she regretted. Her heart was broken and she missed her friends, Caleb and Jacob had called but she wasn’t ready to see them. Most of all she missed Damon.
A week ago she’d started her teaching position. She’d moved into a house with another teacher and they were becoming fast friends. Amanda was full of life and taught first grade at the elementary school down from the high school.
Becky had been depressed ever since she left Vegas. She’d done the wrong thing leaving Damon. She may have only been with him a short time, but she loved him and missed him with all her heart.
Covering her face with her hands, she groaned, “What am I going to do?” She’d only just started her job. Should she call and talk to Damon? Would he want to talk to her after all this time after what she’d done?
Amanda banged on the door. “You okay, Becky?”
Becky glanced down at the stick, then at the door, and shook her head. No, she wasn’t okay. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath that came out as a sob. “Um… Yeah. Do you need the bathroom?”