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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