Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 21

“Jennifer…” I opened my eyes, fluttering in the dusk, and Dylan stood above me with his angel face and warm smile whenever he saw me. Oh God…. He was finally back, here to save me from Parker, from this town, and take me back to his shitty apartment where I was safe, and nothing could harm me because he wouldn’t let that happen…

“Dylan…” I was whining back, already reaching my arms up to his handsome face, his strong arms picking me up when I leaned my head on his chest; he was so strong when I started to relax, wanting nothing more for him to take me back. Us being together like we were meant to be from the beginning.

“Not Dylan, princess….” I didn’t open my eyes, but my heart started to break, hearing that it was Travis, it was, and I was being carried off somewhere when I sighed hard, wanting to leave his arms; he wasn’t Dylan!

“Let me go… just leave me…” my voice was cracking from the sadness that was drowning me, I was alone, and the bitter truth was that my husband had moved on from me and my baby, my Lilly…. I blinked, feeling the tears falling, not even caring anymore; when didn’t I cry?

“Can’t; your mom will kill me if I don’t get you back home….” Travis spoke slowly and sounded like he meant every word to my slight scoff; why did he even bother? He was the devil, and he knew it, nothing like Dylan, that loved me, or Grant, that worshiped the ground I was walking; he was an evil man!

I didn’t say anything. Not when he took me back to the apartment, sat me down on the bed, and stared at me like he didn’t know what to do with me, sitting here dirty on the bedspread and looking like I was the most pathetic human being in the world.

“That guy, what did he do to you?” I was stunned by his question, getting down and wanting an answer, when I shrugged. Did it matter? Nobody believed me anyway, that I made it all up since I was so f*****g fragile you couldn’t look at me and I would break.

“Jennifer…. Whatever happened…. It doesn’t matter; I know that sounds shitty, but it's true; you are letting this guy have power over you when there is no way he could get to you….” I didn’t believe him, standing here and talking bullshit that wasn’t true.

Parker lived in this town, same as me. He was a constant reminder that I was to blame for Dylan being in prison, and my life crumbled by just one day when I had just gotten my heart back. Did he know what that felt like?!

“Leave me….” I didn’t want to explain or argue or have another fight with the rude man still looking at me like he wanted me to get what he was saying when I wasn’t. None of it made sense.

“Why? So you can crawl back into your bed and ignore the world?” Travis wasn’t smirking this time when I didn’t care anymore, so what if I did that? It was my life, and he was just a stranger with the hots for my mother.

“Yes.” I said back hollow when he sighed and took off the cap, stroking his hand over the brown hair; he didn’t have curls at the end, just plain brown that I was watching for a few seconds before he was looking up from the cap still in his hands, giving me a weird face that I didn’t get either.

“I can’t let you do that; I’m sorry…” he made another face when I met his eyes, which were giving me something I didn’t care about. Did he care for me because he saw me go crazy, running from him and hiding in the fields? I felt terrible for him if that was the case…. It was a shitty deal to get for anyone that came closer to me.

“Travis… you are just my landlord….” I wasn’t hiding that I didn’t care for him, and I had no emotions in my voice or face when he stared some more at me, like he saw something I didn’t, and I wasn’t sure that I liked that.

“Yeah…. and your mom is beautiful, so I want her to like me, and you are the best way to get that…” he smirked suddenly when I gave up, closing my eyes and hearing him snicker more when I felt the cover being dragged over my body, curling up to the side and not caring that he sat down on the armchair he had dragged inside from the living room, who cared if he was staying or not? He sucked.

“So… Dylan, huh?” he was still sitting on the side of the bed, watching me, and I knew it when I didn’t answer; why was he even asking me anything? Couldn’t he just shut up if he was supposed to be in here and guard me like a damn dog to keep my mother happy?

“that’s one big dude; must get a lot of … attention….” I raised my head, hearing him say the last word, almost mocking. Was he trying to make me angry? Was that it? Listening to the fact that I knew from the start that Dylan was above my league, always had been? He was, and I wasn’t hiding it… too bad he was an asshole…. I curled up more and pulled the cover over my face, not wanting to listen to Travis anymore.

“… and that girl he’s got… yeah, I wouldn’t mind that…” he snickered more when I felt my tears start to fall again if they ever had stopped, Travis sure was an asshole too, and he didn’t even mind it, just…. Told me everything was true. That I was insane, and Dylan had found someone better, a girl just as gorgeous as he was his league, and I was left in the dust….

“Hey… are you crying?” I was shaking underneath the cover, being on my back, and getting dizzy from the pressure; I needed to move and hated that he was trying to touch me like he knew he had pushed me too far. I wasn’t even angry, just broken.

“don’t…. just don’t touch me…” I was begging him when he pulled his hand back, lying on my side and hating how uncomfortable I was, and there was nobody here to hold me, nobody to tell me that I still was beautiful being pregnant; those guys were gone, and I was stuck here with Travis.

“Okay, I won’t… just listen to me… that guy, he’s not worth it; I mean, come on, look at him… he is the biggest fuckboi I have ever seen; he still has his old profile pic half naked! who does that being married to a pretty girl?” Travis sounded annoyed when I flipped the covers down showing him my destroyed face; pretty was I? Well, he could look at me now and tell me that I was pretty when I was still crying and bloated in ways I didn’t know existed before getting pregnant.

“I’m not pretty; can’t you see that?” I said it seriously when Travis was staring at me like he was about to smirk again, showing me that he just had been tricking me, that this all was a lie so he could continue to be an asshole to my face.

“I never said that I thought you were ugly, just that your mom is a looker…” he snorted when I flipped the covers up again, not wanting to see his mocking smile, he was so strange, and it was killing me for some reason, what the hell was his deal anyway??

“She is the most beautiful woman in this town….” I said it back, jealous…. I would never be my mother, didn’t look like her, and didn’t act like her either; no wonder Travis liked her… it made sense….

“Yeah…” Travis was smiling, and I could hear it being sick of him turning to my side even more, not caring that he was still around. I was going to sleep; if he wanted to waste his time being here, that was his problem.

“Goodnight princess….” He chuckled more when I scowled back at his teasing; I was not a princess…far from it.