Pregnant with the Bad Boy - Second Book

Chapter 19

I got off the bus, my sneakers on the hot ground when I was still crying, to upset and offended to even stop; that son of a b***h, was a nice guy, huh? Yeah, that’s what they all looked like until they showed you what they wanted, and Travis wanted my mom. Disgusting! I didn't know he wasn’t her age, I didn’t know, but he couldn't be more than 25; she was almost 40 for crying out loud, and I thought Dad was bad with Linda; at least she wasn’t my age!

Travis's truck was in the parking when I walked past it, taking deep breaths and opening my door, not caring about anything. Seeing him stand inside my place was just too much when I slammed the door, seeing him stare at me, not even flinching; what the f**k was wrong with him??

“Get out!” I didn’t care that he owned this house or had helped me; this was my place, and he wasn’t going to set foot inside ever again!

“No, you told me you were leaving, so here is the contract; you can sign that you are surrendering it and pay me what you owe.” My eyes dilate, hearing him just make a demand of me. Was he serious right now?? I had no place to go, and he knew that; why was he so f*****g stupid and just listened to me being angry and taking it like I really wanted to leave? I didn’t!

“I don’t understand you; why are you so mean to me??” there was something he didn’t like about me, I should have known from the moment he had regret in his eyes on me signing the lease that this was just the moment he had been waiting for, and now I had allowed him to get rid of me!

“Mean? Is that what you really think, or am I treating you as an adult?” I shook my head at that s**t; no, that was not it! He didn’t like me; he was only friendly because he wanted to get inside my mom’s pants.

“I didn’t know that treating someone like an adult meant you had to be an asshole?? You don’t think I met guys like you before, Travis? They all are the same! Just like you, pretending to be nice to be with Mom and even dragging her along to the store, you think I’m f*****g stupid? I was valedictorian when I graduated!” I was screaming it when he started to smirk like I was making jokes instead of wanting to kill him standing here and ready to toss my ass out like I said. Asshole!

“So what? How long ago was that? Are you going to live on that forever? And yes, I do like your mom; she is beautiful and nice, unlike you, who is rude and acts like a kid.” I had it when he accused me of being this awful kid that was just being mean to my poor mother; he didn’t know s**t!

“Here, just take the f*****g money! take everything I have, you leech, and live happily ever after with my mom; that is a f*****g drunk and the worst woman on earth!” I had come back, tossing the bundles of money in his direction, knowing that he was going to ask me to pay the f*****g three months; well, there they were!

Travis didn’t move when the bundles were on the floor; some of them shattered, and I was still panting, my back hurting even more when he sighed and walked past me, not even caring to say anything, making me flip him off walking out my door and closing it carefully like he didn’t have it in him to damage a door that he was going to have to fix.

I needed to get out of here. Now.

I was already texting Marnie, not caring that she wanted to do something I wasn’t supposed to: travel long distances, eat out, dance, or whatever she wanted. I was down for it, getting inside the shower and starting to cry again, feeling worse for what had happened; Mom was wrong, and I was the one left behind, not her.

Drying my hair fast with the dryer that I had stolen from the homestead and wanted to get some makeup, realizing that I lost mine and was looking like crap just getting some moisturizer to my sigh. I was never going to get inside anywhere, standing in my dress, that Grant had bought me, it was the only one that still fitted me, and I had to wear my sneakers. Yes, it wasn’t my finest hour….

“What are you doing here, really, Jennifer?” I was sitting on my bed and staring at myself in the small mirror that was showing me just how ugly and big I was, just as disgusting, making no man want me, not even Liam, that told me he f*****g loved me… that stupid kid…. I smiled again towards my reflection, seeing just how bad I was faking the emotions all over my face. This was not going to work out.

“Just… give up…” I was still talking to myself, putting down the mirror and staring to pull off the shoulders on the dress; I wasn’t going to fool anyone that I was in any shape to go out; this was me being desperate for something that I didn’t even know what it was.

I laid back, my dress halfway down and leaving my upper body just naked since I didn’t care about the bra, and closed my eyes, wanting something to just take me away; something had to be better than this? Always fighting, being the last one left and someone else’s comfort zone that wasn’t good enough in the end.

My phone was still in my hand when it started to vibrate, making me open my eyes; the small amount of makeup was running out over my face when I looked at it, wanting to just shut my eyes again and let the darkness take me back, where I belonged, always.

“Hey! I just saw your message; I can’t come out, not tonight, but tomorrow; you want me to send a car?” I stared at the emojis for longer than usual, seeing Marnie reply she was the one that wanted to meet up, and now she couldn’t? That was just rich…. I sighed and let my phone down, thinking about how awful my life was and there was no way around it.

I was alone.

Everyone had someone.

Dad had Linda, Mom had Travis, Mandy had Liam, and Dylan had his… Bliss…. I didn’t want to answer her anymore, she was still Dylan’s sister, and he had broken me more than anyone else; that was the truth.

“Whatever, I don’t want to bother you…” I didn’t send any emojis back; she could take that like she wanted; that was the truth. So, what if she cared about me over some messages? That didn’t change anything; I had only me and nobody else to depend on.

“Oh, it’s no bother; it's daddy's car anyway…” She wasn’t giving up when I had a blank face, her daddy? Was that the same daddy that Dylan hated with all his might? Probably…. The gold cross wasn’t on my neck, not anymore when I had it stashed away, what did it matter? he was going to get it back as soon as possible, maybe he could give it to Bliss…. That hurt me more, that we didn’t have another chance, all my chances of ever being happy for the rest of my life. Gone.

“No, no, don’t send anything…” I wasn’t going to try. Just stare at the ceiling and feel my mind slowly go back into madness…. The phone was moving again when my eyes adjusted to the light in the darkroom; I had no idea how long I had been here before Marnie replied.

“Well, now I have to; I want to see you; like I said, I came back so I could do that, and you are blowing me off? That isn’t nice, Jennifer….” I didn’t smile like I knew she was going for when she wrote that; well, maybe I wasn’t that nice, rude, and childish, I think, were the exact words describing me. Oh, and difficult. Yeah, that was my keywords, it seemed.

“I have nothing to wear, and my makeup is gone…” I was writing it down, feeling worse for lying, my makeup was still back at the homestead, and I was wearing the dress I told her I didn’t have.

“Shush sis, we can take care of that, let's make it a full day; We could have our nails done again!” that part I did believe; she was all groomed and …. not class but…. She had her own style that she was rocking, not like me, that was a crying mess that was somewhere between whatever I could have on that wasn’t too small. I hated everything.

“I don’t want my nails done… I’m sorry, Marnie… just…. forget I ever called you…” I put the phone down again, and this time I ignored it when it was making noises, calling and lighting up the darkroom when I closed my eyes again, taking shallows breaths and feeling heavier for every second, wanting to disappear so bad.