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Chapter Forty-Eight: Snake

Chapter Forty-Eight: Snake

 

Ellie

 

I wake up with a pounding headache and aching muscles, my arm thrown across my face in attempt to block the world out. I roll onto my side, moving my arm and rubbing away at the sleep that sits around my tired eyes. Waking up for what seemed the millionth time in this house slowly dawned in on me. How long had I been here? Frowning, I realize that it has been around a month or so, each day was an ocean full of guilt that I had been pulled down into.

 

He called me. He did.

 

But I ignored it. The voices told me to.

 

For some reason, my stomach lurches at the sudden thought of Bryony. She had been with me since the very beginning of the pregnancy - she deserved to know about what had happened. Perhaps she even deserved a visit, though I wasn’t sure if I had the energy to travel to another country. I was emotionally and physically exhausted, almost as if an energy-sucking leech had attached itself to my skin and drained me of my motivation.

 

You’re such a good friend. It took self-pity to realize that you have a friend who you haven’t spoken to in months?

 

I grit my teeth, shaking my head.

 

I sit up slowly, my head spinning a little. Probably from dehydration - I had thrown up and cried a lot yesterday - it had been a while since I had last done that. For some reason, I was having an extremely bad day yesterday - of course I was going to be parched. However, my body ignores the physical pain as I snatch up my phone and shakily punch her number into the phone.

 

I let out a breath, tapping my fingers impatiently over my knee.

 

“Hello?” Bryony suddenly pipes up, and I blink my eyes.

 

“Um, hey,” I say nervously, clearing my dry throat. I really should have gotten a drink before I called Bryony, but, obviously, I ignored the logic and went for something that I wanted, not that I needed. I’ve been like that for a little while lately. It’s starting to eat me from the inside out. There is a pause between us before I hear Bryony speak.

 

“It’s been a while,” She mutters softly. “I was starting to think-”

 

“Bryony, I have something to tell you,” I cut her off, closing my eyes a little. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you for this long, but it just suddenly dawned on me that you have the right to know.” I tell her bluntly.

 

“Oh,” Is all she says. “I’m all ears, Ellie.” I hear shuffling in the background and then complete silence. The tension claws at my neck, and I blink rapidly to swipe my eyes free of tears that begin brewing. Why am I crying? Will I ever stop fucking crying? “Ellie?” Bryony must have heard me sniffling, as her voice is now strained with worry. “Is everything alright?”