Chapter 15- The makings of revenge

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Gabriella was sound asleep in her bed,
which meant that Alex and I were about to have the talk I've been dreading for
the past hour.  I watched him swirl the
wine in his glass over and over again until it began to get on my nerves.

"Alex..."

His head snapped up at the sound of my
voice. His glare was more than I needed to know; clearly he wasn't taking this
well. "When were you planning on telling me?" his voice came out sharp and
cold, just like the look in his eyes.

I was speechless for a minute. I'm the one
who had the right to be mad. He made me feel like a one night stand and left me
heartbroken and pregnant. He was the douchebag here, not me. Just the way he
was looking at me like I was trying to manipulate him made me burn with anger.

"Excuse me?"

He stood up abruptly; causing his seat to
fall backwards, and he hit the dining table with so much force it shook me too.
"What the hell is wrong with you Emily? I'm trying to fix my family here, and I
thought you were on my side!"

"On your
side? Really Alexander? Not everything is about you"

"This is just pathetic Emily," he scoffed, "Even
for you. I really thought you were different."

I tried my best not to show how much his
words hurt me. "Well, I thought you were different too." I swallowed the lump
that had formed in my throat.

"I'm fixing my family with or without you
Emily. Anyway, it's my fault for thinking you'd understand. You don't even have
one."

My heart shattered into a million tiny
pieces. Tears pooled in my eyes and my mouth went dry. Not only did he not
believe that I was pregnant, but he thought I was trying to manipulate him. I
blinked rapidly, trying to process where I had gone wrong. What was wrong with
me?

"Leave." My voice cracked. I didn't want to
show any weakness, but my broken heart and pregnancy hormones wouldn't let me
survive this.

"Fine. But I'll be here at eight tomorrow
morning with Doctor Linda and Louise. I'm going to take my daughter home. She
doesn't need this. Louise is her mother, not you, and I'm going to make sure
she believes it before you poison her with any more of your lies."

He stormed out. He broke my heart again and
walked out. I couldn't even bring myself to hate him because just the mere
thought of him hurt too damn much. I cried my heart out. My tears seemed to
increase with each passing hour until I saw the sun rising in the horizon.

I was exhausted, and my limbs were stiff,
but it was just after six in the morning and I knew that I had to clean myself
up...for Gabriella. She was the reason I had agreed to this arrangement in the
first place. I wanted to protect her. I wanted her to be happy. Seeing me
looking like a mess would not make her happy.

I slowly trudged to the bathroom. I paused
to look at my sickly looking reflection in the mirror. My skin was horribly
pale. There were dark circles under my eyes. My eyes...they looked dead, which
was exactly how I felt inside. I was nothing but loving and supportive to Alex.
I loved him. I love him...but all I want to do is hate him.

I stood in the shower for half an hour,
just letting the water wash away everything I was feeling. I had no more tears
left to cry. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel and
slowly made my way to my closet. I felt numb as I went through the motions of
getting dressed, bot really paying attention to what I was wearing. I found
myself wearing black jeans and a dark purple blouse, which wasn't bad but I
didn't really care. Gabriella would be awake soon so I needed to get breakfast
ready.

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