Pregnant For My Bully.

TER

PHINA

let that monster out in two months. That's all it took for

asn't supposed to be o

he sheets until my knuckles turn white and I feel my nails dig into my palm

ching me from the corner of the room like some bored spectator. His face is unreadable, but his eyes have shifted,

aning back in the chair like this is any other day a

o shut up, but the wo

r, hiding my body and my fingers from sight. I don't want him to see me like this. Broken

r answers. Not reall

I don't speak and he also doesn't a

you know,' I finally say, st

re better to be. Go ruin some

ugh his hair. 'I told you. My father told me to stay

me, and even if our parents wanted to get married to each

d tilted over the headrest of the chair like he owns the damn hospital room.

oxygen mask that's starting to itch at my face. I can fee

't bre

is head towards the television and I refuse

acted weird. Of course, he knows. Jonathan's too ob

blank TV screen like if I just keep looki

tty sure he is not co

it matte

ere is something different about it this time

refuses to settle even with the lights dimmed, the room feels too bright and I feel too exposed.

veryone, you know,' Jonathan suddenly

confused

his gaze on the floor now. 'When you passed out earlier.

nd and i shudder, my body trembling as I t

I lie, voice sharp

terly, shaking his hea

insufferable bastard I've always known. This,whatever this

,' he adds, standing up and stretching his

it person, Jonathan,' I s

g, lazy grin that always makes me

ident didn't knock all

stop myself. I won't gi

ly this time it's less suffocating.

Jonathan steps out of the room. I watch

he

m. My body aches, my mind more so. I keep staring at the ceiling, replay

me point, I hear the soft scrape of the chair agai

life?' I murmur,

he replies witho

eels... different. Like neither of us knows what to sa

today?' I ask quietly, turn

ay. His jaw ticks, sharp and tens

ing me off,' he says

hing. I only lie

the edges. But somewhere beneath all that, I catch glimpses of something I don't recogn

ughts refuse to settle. The world feels like it's movi

nder, I hear him say something so

easy to hate as

er than any of his

. No Jonathan. No signs he was even here, except for

htstand, where my phone usually

't deserv

on for a long time before

al parts rage and some

dn't sent it? My heart t

process it, my phone

t recognize flas

ans

other end makes

Be ready, because I'