Another Fish Upon the Sky?

Unspeaking terms

13th week of pregnancy(Pi's pov)

Weeks have passed already, yet Duean and I are still not on speaking terms. The relationship between my parents and I is still tense. During the few weeks that have passed, Duean has tried talking to me and apologized but I’m not hearing any of it. I know I was in the wrong for ending up pregnant in the first place but that didn’t give him permission to beat up Mork. 

I try my best to not be at home as much as possible by staying at Mork’s place. At the end of the day, I do miss my parents and I wonder if they’re worried about me but it would be best to not be in their way and be a burden. 

Like right now, I’m laying on Mork’s bed, drifting off thought after thought that kept invading my mind as I wait for Mork to come back with the lunch that we ordered from a nearby japanese take out restaurant. A huge wave of depression crashed over me., tracing my disappearing self harm cuts on my shoulder. 

How I regret ever getting pregnant. No matter what, it seems like things are not getting better. It's only getting worse by the day and I’m gradually losing hope. The temptation to cut once again for the hundredth time now is taking over me. 

An image of Mork’s face was replaced by that thought. An image of his worried and disappointed face. Mad face too? I’m only a disappointment to everyone. I hope that Mork never finds out about my scars which will be highly unlikely. 

In an instant, the door downstairs opened and closed shut in a second. I wiped my eyes the few tears that were forming in the corner of my eye before going downstairs. Once he put the food on the dining table, he took one good look at me and raised his brow. “Were you crying?” He demanded an answer, grabbing my shoulder to comfort me. It only hurt like hell instead of comforting me. 

“No I haven’t.” I blankly stated, with no expression in my tone, giving hima sad, fake smile. 

“I know when you’re lying. You always give me that smile when you’re about to cry.” he pointed out, feeling my walls being torn down by him. My fake smile was vanishing and I broke down, only to be yanked into his embrace. I let all of my pain and sobs out onto him. He petted my head and gently kissed my forehead. “Is it about the situation with your family?” He guessed spot on. 

I opened my mouth to speak but words wouldn’t come out of my mouth, so I just nodded. “But you’ve been avoiding Duean’s calls. You should go to your house and have a talk with them. Do you want me to go with you?”

“No. I don’t want things to get worse.” I whimpered afterwards. I only want to be in the comfort and protection of my boyfriend’s arms. Not only is this situation making me moody but so is my pregnancy. 

We skip lunch now that I don’t have an appetite anymore and we take this opportunity to cuddle in his bed. Staying silent and enjoying our company of each other, it was then interrupted by my ringing phone. I checked my phone and it said “Duean” as the contact that was calling me. I let it ring and it stopped ringing. Not much after, it rang like crazy. 

“Shouldn’t you pick it up? It may be important. You should take this as an opportunity to clear things with him.” He pointed out, questioning my decision. 

“No. I’m too scared.” I muttered softly. 

“I seriously don’t get you at times.” Mork shook his head. 

“What don’t you get?” I whined. 

“Your actions contradict what you say. You miss your family and want to fix the problems but you don’t put in the effort.” He argued. 

“Try to put yourself in my shoes. I don’t want to hear Duean if he’s just going to complain and yell at me.” Mork just nodded, not knowing what to say. He kissed my forehead and trailed several kisses down my neck to cheer me up. He gently pushed me onto the bed and crawled on top of me. His hands roaming around my shirt, he was about to take off my shirt when I remembered about the cuts on my shoulder. I panicked and halted him.