Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 12

Lorraine was sitting on the expensive sofa, and I didn’t even know how she could afford anything inside her new home that wasn’t the rundown place over by the factories where the rest of the less fortunate people in this town lived unless you lived a home like she did now, she had done well in these last few months, and I had no idea how.

“Surprised, I got all this?” she was snickering when she gave me my second glass of water. I was gulping down, making me realize just how dirty I was from walking down the dirt road, and Lorraine was right; I did smell.

“Yes…” I said it back hesitant; I didn’t want her to throw me out, not when I just had started to be able to take normal breaths in the cooled house she had gotten, and I was still living at home like a loser; she was right, maybe being the towns w***e wasn’t as bad as being the crazy one…

“Well, since we aren’t friends, I won’t tell you, but… I told you, Jennifer, guys always believe that you love them, and they will give you anything for that… or at least when you look like me….” She snickered more when I was eying the empty glass in my dirty hand; I didn’t care what she did, let her f**k half this town for money; at least she was independent, unlike me.

“Okay, so seriously, I’m not letting you stay pregnant or not; you are not my problem, and I don’t need you being around my place; I don’t want you here!” I smirked at her honesty; that was the first time she spoke some truth, it must have hurt her.

“I don’t want to be here either…” I was putting down the glass when she frowned, not liking me getting a stain on her pricy coffee table.

“You should have been that smart and stuck to Grant Stone; you know what I would have done to get that man?? he is f*****g loaded, Jennifer, more money than you will ever see, and here you are sitting homeless on my sofa!” she sounded upset like me rejecting Grant was the worst thing she ever had heard in her life, money was fundamental to her, that part was obvious.

“I didn’t know you knew Grant?” I was the one that narrowed my eyes now; the thought of Lorraine even coming closer to Grant made me want to s***h her face; no matter if she had let me inside her home, and he had been with so many other women, I was still jealous!

“Oh, I don’t… believe me… I would have loved to…. and I wouldn’t have been stupid enough to push him away over some s**t that doesn’t matter; you could have been set for life, and that baby!” she was pointing down accusing at my belly when I got angry the second, she did, she was to stay away from Grant and from my daughter!

“You don’t know Grant, and you don’t know me either, remember that!” I was up from her stupid lovely sofa, this was a mistake, and I knew it, I hated her so much!

“You’re right, and I don’t want to, so call whoever you need to f*****g call so I can get you out of here, b***h!” Lorraine was standing up to me; she was my height but taller in the heels when I scowled at her pretty face; she was the worst girl in the world; how could Dylan ever have loved her and then me, that was insane!

“I don’t have anyone to call, you w***e; I’m alone, don’t you get that!?” I was scowling more at her surprised face; she still wasn’t looking like she cared when I made a huff and stepped back, taking up my bag on her clean floor, and looked at the beautiful girl one last time; she was still the same girl that had stolen my husband, pushed us apart when I loved him with all my heart!

“I don’t care; I told you that I’m not your friend, now get out!” she was pointing to the front door down the hallway when I was already going to leave, f**k her!

The heat was hitting me like a wall again, but I felt better having some water and resting on the expensive furniture Lorraine had gotten from her boyfriend; what did I care? She still was a w***e, and I was going to kill her if she came close to my child or Grant!

I had my phone out, seconds to call Mom or Dad and beg them to take me back when the notification from Marnie popped up; I was staring at it for two seconds before deciding that I was desperate enough to ask her for help; she wouldn’t say no, would she? Not like the skank hiding behind her curtains and staring at me to go away when she was the one that had invited me inside that psychopath!

“Please pick up…” I was chanting it, starting to walk away from the neighborhood that Lorraine was living in; just slightly outside town, the line was still calling, and I was beginning to get nervous for real; what if this was it?? What if there was no one left to even try to help me and my child, that was going to be born out into the street if I didn’t die from the heatstroke before that!

“Yes?” the voice was soft and still had an edge, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop from just picking up her phone and answering my call.

“Hi… hey…. Marnie, it's me… Jennifer… you know, Dylan’s wife… or ex-wife…” I said the last part, embarrassed, or more embarrassed, was the right term when she was still listening in the blank space between us.

“Jennifer, omg! I haven’t heard from you in so long; I thought you died or something like that….” She was giggling suddenly on the other side like that was funny, me dying; I couldn’t resist smiling the slightest back from her giggling; she hadn’t changed.

“Nope, not dead, just….” I stopped when she was still listening, which was odd; she usually just ran her mouth, and I enjoyed her empty talk. However, she must have heard me being tired since she didn’t say a word back to me.

“Okay, listen, Marnie, I need a place to stay, and you are the only one still talking to me. Can I just stay at your place when I get my bearings?” I had taken a deep breath, trying to be brave for once when she sounded like she didn’t expect me to tell her that; what? Did she believe I was living some dream life alone with her brother in jail? I wasn’t!

“Oh… Jennifer, I’m sorry… I’m out of the country….” She sounded really sad about that part when my mood fell; of course, she was; she was rich and could travel the world, not like me barely scraping by with no roof over my head.

“…but… you can still use Dylan’s place; I mean, it’s still technically yours until the divorce is final, so…” she sounded like that was the best she could do when I froze; what?? she wanted me to go back to the same place that I had the last episode of blacking out, on my own!?

“No… I mean, no… Marnie, really?” I wasn’t sure how much she knew about me; I was guessing that part about me being crazy wasn’t what Dylan had been bragging about when he was talking about me to his sister.

“Yes, I’m sorry, but that’s what I got; the keys are under the crack just below the door, Dylan didn’t want me to know that, but I do…” she giggled again when I sighed, so that was my last option? Living in the shitty bachelor pad when I had gotten this baby inside of me, to begin with.

“You might need to pay the bills, but otherwise… it's all yours….” She sounded so damn proud when I couldn’t believe she just asked me to pay for bills that I didn’t even rack up; that was ridiculous; where would I get that kind of money from??

“There’s money under the sink, below the stack of old newspapers, thinks he so smart….” Marnie huffed; my pulse was slowing down. Did she say money, and how much were we talking about?

“I love you, Marnie; I will call you back!” I was hanging up when she snickered, and I started to walk, not caring about the part that my feet were hurting or that I had about twenty minutes back to town at the pace I was going; I would get inside that apartment and get what I wanted, what I deserved from Dylan when he abandoned me, freedom.