Preggo-My-Eggo
Chapter Fourteen - I Love You...? - Part 2
I slumped against the door of my little home, replaying what just happened in the car in my mind. Where are Gracie and Tina? I really need someone to tell this to. As soon as humanly possible.
I ran out of the little house and up to the main one. “Tina!! Tina!!” I screamed as I banged on the front door. “What!” She screamed back from her bed room window.
“Let me in you useless girl!” I laughed loudly. Tina laughed back as she slammed her window shut and ran to the door. The big black door flung open and a hand reached out to pull me inside. I stumbled through the doorway and caught myself before I fell. “You could’ve at least let me inside nicely,” I murmured.
Tina grinned, “But that, my dear friend, is no fun whatsoever.” I gave her a little shove, and ran up to her room as fast as I could- which really wasn’t fast at all. It was more like a retarded penguin.“Hey you brat, get back here!” She screamed as her feet hit against the stairs and down the hall. Surprisingly I beat her to her room, where I was sitting on the bed. She charged into the room and tripped over her book bag. Flailing her limbs, and falling to the ground oh-so gracefully.
I started laughing hysterically. I inhaled, trying to stop laughing, but it just made me sound like a retarded seal. Tina was no longer on her face, but rolling around clutching her nose while laughing; she sounded like a damn hyena if you ask me. Finally, after like five minutes of tear-jerking laughter, we both could somewhat speak. “I –I need to tell you s –something.”
“IIII’mmm liissteninngg,” Tina said in a nasally sing song voice.
I looked over at her to find that she was still clutching her nose; I gave her a weird glance before I spoke. “Was that necessary?” She smirks at me and nods. “Anyway, even though Brayden…” I paused slightly, choosing my words carefully, “passed a little while ago, and even though you guys were…um…seeing each other, I loved him. But I think a new guy is taking up residence in my heart, as corny as that may sound. And that guy…did something tonight…that made me start thinking this…” I said each word slowly, processing everything in my head before I ever spoke them. Tina’s smile faltered for a split second. If you didn’t know her like I did, you’d never notice it. I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings with saying that thing about her and Brayden.
“Go on!” She yelled with some mock happiness. I don’t necessarily think that it was because she wasn’t happy but more of the thought of her and Brayden doing what they did behind my back. I shook the hollow feeling and thought from my mind. Not trying to be selfish or mean about it. Just trying to let her know that I didn’t really care what happened between them; I smiled widely at her.
“Well, you know Greyson, right?” Tina nodded eagerly waiting to hear what I was going to say. I flashed back to the car ride, living in the moment while I explained it to her.
Walking down the hospital halls the only sound was the squeaking of our shoes on the hard, white floor. We stepped through the threshold of the automatic doors leading out into the warm spring air. His silver, dented Sedan was parked in the first row and spot. The little car was cute; compact. But not my style; way too small. We sat down in the car, and began our ride to my house. It was awkwardly silent between us, but it’s not like it mattered, I was lost in my thoughts. The hand on my mouth, my mom’s dead body, Bray’s dead body, David torturing me, the babies, everything. “What are you thinking about?” Greyson asked me. I contemplated telling him, but it’s not like it mattered. It’s not like he didn’t already know; I’ve told him before. We’ve discussed this. It was cruel…cruel fate, but it happened.
I responded, “How I got pregnant.” I looked over at him, and that same emotion from before, flashed across his eyes.
Recognition? Pity? Something else entirely?I don’t think I’ll ever find out.
*~Greyson~*
When I asked her what she was thinking about, I expected something like, “The babies.” Or maybe even, “Brayden.” But “How I got pregnant” wasn’t something I thought she’d say. Something I was hoping to never hear her say again. Not because it made me jealous but because I know how it happened. I knew it before she did. But I can never tell her that. And every time she has ever brought it up, I always, for a split second, let my emotions show. I shouldn’t because she’ll soon find out what I know, what I did…and then…then she’ll hate me. But I won’t blame her. It was a horrible twist of fate.
She’ll find out soon enough; I just hope I can tell her I love her before it’s too late. I shook my head after my rapid thoughts raced through my mind and then spoke, “Thinking about that won’t help anything. Thinking about love will.”
*~To Be Continued Again(:~*
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