Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 13

"Jennifer!?" Mandy's voice was piercing through my crying; still not sure what was going on, more than I wanted to die, starting to cry more.

My sister's voice in the distance, not even looking up when she came running, pissed off, shaking me like she wanted me to snap out of it! I couldn't; my heart was broken; just like last time, Dylan told the whole f*****g world, and then he just forgot I existed!

"Where the f**k have you been!? Do you know how long you have been gone? Mom is going to kill you!" I didn't care, staring into the wall, not caring about her or Mom, so what if she killed me? It wasn't like I had anything to live for.

"Are you even listening to me!?" Mandy was squatting, giving me a hard stare, holding my shoulders to my eyes closing, not wanting to see her pretty face, not anyone.

"Jen, you have been gone for three hours; you know how I know that!? because that's how long it took for the saloon to make my head f*****g pink!" Mandy was shaking me again, cursing, when my eyes snapped open.

Her hair was pink and short when I closed my eyes again; not giving a s**t about her hair, I just wanted to be left alone!

"f**k!" Mandy got back up, having her phone out, calling and cursing again when the person on the other side wasn't answering her. It looked like she had been worried about me for once!

"Okay, if this is some f*****g way of making me pay for thinking you were cheating on Mr Hopper..." Mandy stopped talking, seeing me raise my eyes and giving her nothing; what did I care about her telling him everything? It wasn't like he was any different!

Mandy sighed, knowing I wasn't talking, came closer and sat beside me, crossing her legs in the tight skirt and giving me another glance of being sorry; she was, but I didn't care—never did!

"He told me to keep my nose out of your business, btw... when I told him you kissed that guy.... shit... " I was still staring into the wall, blinking, when Mandy nudged me; she hated this, I knew that, hated to apologize to someone; that was the only thing we had in common!

"...He really likes you, Jen, and I don't know why..." she stopped when my eyes finally turned towards her. The pink hair was in a short hairdo, making her appear from another century. I didn't even know if it was the past or the future; staring at the dying sun in the distance with her sad blue eyes, she looked just like a mom. Hurt.

The white car that was pulling into the parking lot made Mandy's eyes go up in full alert, getting up and waving at mom that was going to be so pissed at me for disappearing and Mandy for changing her hair without permission.

"I f*****g cover for you this time, then we're even for last night! You got that, sis??" Mandy hissed it back at me, getting up and smiling like she was in trouble, not me.

"Hey, mom! I found her; she's been here all along, lost track of time, that's all..." I didn't move, not my arms or legs, or my face, making moms eyes stare at me like she saw that I didn't care anymore, not since Dylan Hopper had screwed me over.

"Jennifer...baby, what happened?!" Mom had pushed past Mandy, who had tried to cover me with herself, to no use; she wasn't as tall as me, and I didn't even try to hide that. I just wanted to close my eyes and disappear.

"Amanda, you got one chance to explain this!?" Mom was barking at my younger sister, getting her teeth and crossing her arms defensively, shrugging when she didn't know, she didn't, and I wasn't going to tell her or Mom, who had her hands over my face, trying to make sense of what was happening.

"I don't know, okay!? she was sitting here like some f*****g robot, not answering me when I talked to her!" Mandy was barking back at Mom, who was stroking her hands over my face, worried. When I blinked again, my mind was still blank.

" Oh god, where is your father when I need him!?" Mom's voice broke my apathy, just a slight crack; my dad wouldn't care. He didn't care about me or anyone else in this family.

He was a liar, just like Dylan.

"He won't come for you..." my voice was broken from crying. I didn't look at her, hating myself just as much as I hated this family, broken and just all lies. No matter how much mom tried to make it seem like we were this big happy family, we weren't.

"Jennifer, please... what are you talking about?" Mom's eyes got scared, and I knew why. Deep down, she knew why he never was home, always working. He hated us; he did.

"Dad... he got a girl back in OK; I saw them when I was going to surprise him...." my voice died on me, Mom's face losing whatever illusion she still was telling herself; Dad was cheating on her, had been for some time.

"What!?" Mandy was the first one to speak when I started to cry again, not knowing how I had any tears left; Mom had her mouth open like she knew, but now it was out there, the truth, and it f*****g hurt.

"Dad is cheating!? No! he wouldn't!" Mandy was shaking her head when I finally had the guts to look into Mom's eyes, tears like mine. Still, she wasn't angry, not like Mandy, heartbroken to my sigh, trying to get air, hating him just as much as Dylan, more, he cheated on Mom, and she didn't f*****g deserve that, none of us did.

"Let's just get you back home, okay?" Mom made a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and I didn't answer her, still bawling my eyes out with her arm around my tired body.

I wanted to die, getting inside the car with Mandy still out onto the open parking lot, Mom closing the door and walking towards her when she started to scream. I closed my eyes, crying more that I hadn't stopped him; if I had called him out back then... well f**k, maybe he would have been around and not left Mom and us for another girl?

Mom was crying now, the same as Mandy, when they got inside the car. All three of us were sitting there watching the last light disappear over the horizon, devastated and lost.

Mandy's phone was going off, but she didn't look at it; Mom pushed the engine button, the low humming of the engine when she started to drive, leaving the mall just southwest of Perryville, and I was never f*****g coming back.

Mom had been driving slowly all the way, none of us speaking, just Mandy's phone buzzing every two minutes when she was crying in the backseat, ruining her pretty makeup when I looked ahead, seeing the homestead, Mom's lips pressed together.

She wasn't looking at the house, but the big black truck parked outside, making me stare at it in disbelief. Was Dylan's truck!? I blinked, still not believing he was here, that I was dreaming. Mom looked like she was thinking about calling the police on the guy, leaning on it, smoking in the dusk before dropping it, and seeing us arrive at the driveway.

The passenger door opened to my mom's scolding face, seeing Dylan just had walked over and was leaning inside, unbuckling my belt, not giving a s**t that mom was growling like an animal towards him when I was just sitting there, feeling his arms around me, getting pulled out gently into the cool air around us.

"You hurt my baby, I'm going to hurt you! You hear me, Dylan Hopper!?" Mom was out of the car, staring at us, when Dylan was carrying me in his arms, walking back to his truck. Mom's loud voice behind him, making a huff and helping me up, not saying a word, walking around the hood, getting inside, and closing the door. Turning on the roaring engine, lighting up the homestead, and my mom's scared face, she didn't want me to be with him; none of them did.

"Easy babe... easy..." I had closed my eyes, listening to the loud engine sound, my mind still fuzzy, wanting to just sleep. I felt the strong hand grabbing mine, making me open my eyes again. Dylan watched me worried, making me smile softly. He came for me; he really did.

"... we're going to get you back home and..." I smiled more. Dylan was taking me home, his home? I nodded when he gave me a genuine smile, seeing me light up from him talking. I loved that just him talking about anything made me feel safe, that I wasn't buried in a deep black hole.

"We're just going to sleep, eat and fuck... whatever you want, babe, whatever..." he was mumbling the last part, kissing my hand when a small giggle broke out; I wanted that, all of that, with him.

"That's it... There's my girl... Where have you been hiding all this time?" he chuckled, the warmth in my stomach flaming up again. Did he look for me? How did he know that I was going home, Mandy? I lost my smile, thinking about what had happened, everything, Lorraine and Dad... I lost the smile again; this was a f****d up day.

"Dylan..." I said his name, my lips were chapped, my voice cracked, and I just looked like I had been dead for a year; shifting his eyes towards mine, concerned when I coughed, seeing him look back, making a U-turn and driving towards the sign that said drive-thru. I closed my eyes, not wanting anyone to see me; I just wanted to get back to his apartment.

"Drink." I took a few months of soda when he put the straw towards my mouth, not waiting around for me to even take it on my own once we were out of the driveway. The smell of food made me take another sip of soda. It tasted so good. Mom didn't like us drinking this, so I didn't.

"Okay, now... food...." I gave him a side glance, holding up a hamburger like some kind of kid who needed to be fed, sighing and taking it slow, knowing that Dylan was watching me. Still, I didn't get upset, unlike when mom did, making sure I didn't just put the plate back down again and walked off.

"Good?" Dylan smiled when I nodded, having a few bites before putting it back on the cover, loving that he didn't tell me to keep going like Mom would. No, he just smiled like he was happy, and I smiled back god. I ... loved him. That's why it hurts so damn much, hearing Lorraine tell me that I didn't stand a chance against her because I didn't; she was way more beautiful than I ever had been.

"Yeah... good..." I licked the tip of my fingers, smiling more when he stared at me. My eyes were still on the half-eaten burger, and I didn't know what to tell him about what had happened.

"I told Lorrie to back the f**k off.... she just gets like this sometimes... thinks that we still have something... she just got divorced..." I didn't answer him, scoffing to his face, staring out into the empty back road, just waiting for me to finish up eating. He picked up the pack of smokes in the dashboard, buzzed the window down, lit the cigarette, and blew the smoke away from me, but I was still not talking.

"You know... I am not going to lie, Jen. I am not the best guy out there..." he exhaled again, tired. The smoke flooded the night sky when I stared at him, mesmerized by how he had just told me he wasn't the best guy when he was, at least to me.

"You're the best guy..." I whispered, his head still turned towards the window, making me inhale hard. I was still too scared of him rejecting me, a deep fear that wasn't letting me go, not even now when he had come by just to pick me up when I needed him.

".. for me, you know..." I stopped, my hair hiding my face again, not knowing what to say more; that was what I felt. he was the best, and nothing could change that, not my family or even Lorraine.

"Yeah... that part still blows my mind..." He sounded so down, as if my telling him he was special to me dragged his mood down. He tossed the cigarette into the night and closed the window, looking at the dashboard like he wanted another one.

"...alright... so sleep or f**k?" I raised my eyebrows, hearing him chuckle from nowhere at my shocked face. Did he just ask me that? I didn't know what to answer, either.

"Don't worry about it, babe. We'll figure that out when we get back home, just like the rest of it..." he chuckled more, kissing my hand again. my cheeks blushing from how he just walked headfirst, not caring that everything was s**t. I smiled again, feeling the warmth inside me grow. I didn't want to be without him, not now nor ever, going through the backroads to Perryville with my boyfriend in the driver's seat.