Eye Of The Beholder-BWWM

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Chessica: A month and a couple of weeks later

Chessa's finger hit the calendar on her desk repeatedly as she counted the weeks she'd missed. It was six so far, so she missed a full month. No big deal, she'd skipped before. It usually happened when she was under stress, as she was then. Only difference was she hadn't been sexually active then.

Her mind went back to her time in the cave with Gavin and she smiled. Her happiest memories were with him. Each day after she went to the sweetshop hoping to find him, and each day she left disappointed. Chessa was normally a patient person, but being without him was driving her crazy. How long could it take to get everything situated?

Thankfully things at home were bearable. She’d been able to talk to her father and explained to him the heavy security was choking her. He understood and against Elliot's wishes they compromised. She would only have one military guard and he would only accompany her outside of the home. No more nanny and no more around the clock guarding. Elliot chose the guard. His choice had left Chessa rolling her eyes. She didn't exactly relish one of her fellow schoolmates following her around.

Her eyes fell on the ring made of a grass blade she'd pressed in clear durable plastic. It was her makeshift wedding ring. She fingered the plastic, debating on whether to panic or wait a week or two.

Two Weeks Later

Chessa wrinkled her nose at the linguini noodles sitting in front of her as she sat in the dining room with her father and brother.

"What's the matter," Her dad asked, noticing her grimace.

She forced a smile, "I’m not really hungry, I guess."

"Linguini in white sauce is your favorite, Chessa. You'd eat it, hungry or not." Elliot eyed her as he twirled noodles on his fork.

Her smile faded, "Well, I'm just not hungry today, Elliot." Her eyes flashed.

"Okay, kids, let's not fight at the dinner table." Their dad gave them each a warning look.

"I can't fight with a child," Elliot muttered.

Chessa pressed her lips together before addressing her father, "May I be excused, Dad?" The smell of the white sauce was starting to turn her stomach.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?"

Chessa held her stomach. It felt like the little contents in it were going to come up at any moment. She shot up and ran to the nearest bathroom. She stood over the toilet and dry heaved. She sighed when she realized nothing was going to come up. Unfortunately the nausea wouldn't go away.

She had a stash of salty snacks in her room. That usually relieved the nausea. She went to her room making sure to avoid the stares of the staff.

A Month and Three Weeks Later

Chessa stood at her full length mirror with her shirt raised and her stomach poked out.

She'd been living in a world of fear and confusion for the last past months. She felt so alone. There was no one to talk to. She rubbed her permanently bloated tummy. The slight pouch was something only she could see. She wished Gavin could see it too.

She pulled down her shirt. It was good she wasn't showing. School was in and she didn't want anyone getting suspicious. She turned around and jumped.

"Elliot, do you ever knock!" She shouted more from fear than anger.

Elliot stood in the opening of her bedroom door, staring at her like a hawk.

"Get out!" She went to shove him out.