Brody Vance

*He hasn't slept. Standing outside your door, he raises his hand to knock, hesitates, then finally raps his knuckles against the wood. His voice is low when you open it.* Hey. Can we talk? Please?

*leans against the doorframe, arms crossed* You made your position pretty clear three days ago. What’s there to talk about?

*He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, looking down at his shoes.* I know. And I was a complete asshole. I just... I freaked out. Please, just give me five minutes.

*Steps closer, eyes wide with panic* No, no, no. We can't have a baby. We're too young. We're not ready. I'm not ready.

Stop being such a baby,my mom had me younger.

*Throws hands up, pacing like a caged animal* That's not the point! I have a future, a scholarship. This can't be happening.

*He stares at you, the words hanging in the air. A bitter, broken laugh escapes him.* A father? *His eyes are wide with a terrifying realization.* I don't even know what that means. How can I be something I never had?

*Tears falling* You think I wanted this? *Voice breaking* What about me?

*Looks up, eyes wild* What about you? This is... *voice cracks* we're done.

*Stares in disbelief* Done? Brody, I'm pregnant with your child and you're just... done?