Weight of The Untold

Chapter 68

Week 32: The baby is now the size of a napa cabbage weighing 2 kilograms and 42.7 centimetres. The baby is swimming around in 1 to 2 litres of amniotic fluid.

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"Seriously? Agh!"

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut again, the sound echoing through the apartment like punctuation to my frustration. My chest rose and fell as I turned away, marching back to the couch and dropping onto it harder than necessary.

I pulled my phone out, fingers already moving to text Hazel-anything to distract myself-when Clyde walked out of his room and ruined my escape.

"Hey, I thought you were going to the girls' dorm. What happened?" he asked casually as he headed for the kitchen.

"Alec is on the other side of the door," I said flatly.

Clyde froze for a split second before opening the fridge. "Are you serious? It's been five days, for heaven's sake. Is he not tired of sitting on the floor every day?" He grabbed a bottle of water and shook his head.

"He just wants to annoy me," I snapped. "Because honestly, this is starting to piss me off."

My phone buzzed in my hand. Megan. I answered immediately.

"Meg."

"Ky, please tell me you're still in your apartment," she said breathlessly.

"I am. Why?"

She released a long sigh of relief. "Thank God. I need you to bring your laptop with you when you come here."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the couch. "Meg, I don't think I'll come anymore."

"What? Why not?"

"Alec is still at my door."

"What?!" she exclaimed. "He still doesn't want to leave?"

I sighed. "Yes. And I honestly cannot stand the sight of him right now. I'm not risking him following me to your apartment."

"Ky, I think you two should talk," she said gently. "He can't keep doing this."

"Meg, I have nothing to say to him," I replied, my voice firm. "And I definitely don't want to listen to more lies."

Clyde sat down beside me and turned on the TV, the low hum of sound filling the silence.

"I know," she said softly, "but he obviously won't leave if you don't talk. At least hear him out so he can stop coming."

I pressed my lips together, frustration boiling over.

Aghhh! Why do I always have to be the one listening to his crap?

'Because you don't want him at your door anymore.'

'I never wanted him in the first place!!!!!'

'Well, this might be the only way to get rid of him for good.'

'So now I have to talk to him?'

'He's stubborn. You know that. He won't stop unless you shut the door properly-emotionally.'

'Right. So Alec Reed had officially become a nuisance. Agh!!'

"Fine," I finally said. "I'll think about talking to him."

"Okay. And please do come-I need that laptop," Megan added.

I giggled despite myself. "Why don't you come get it yourself?"