The Kids Aren't Alright (Shiver Spin-Off)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

And if I'm lucky you can stay for a while, but

If you stay or if you go I'm right there with you

"So... How are you going to make it up to me?" I asked Oliver probably ten or so minutes later, earning an arched eyebrow from him as he looks at me.

"Well, what do you want to do? I have about a week before I have to leave again... We can take a romantic getaway... Just the two of us for a couple days."

"That actually sounds pretty nice... but I have school."

"So?"

"I nearly failed out last year Olly... And it was partially your fault so I don't my parents are going to let me go with you..."

"It's just for a few days."

"I'll ask them I guess... I don't know if my dad is going to be okay with it though." I said, biting my lip as I looked at the door my parents had walked out just a little while ago. I was almost positive that they were listening in, mainly due to the fact that I heard a snort and whispered "Like hell I'm okay with that".

"What's the worst that can happen? I mean, you're already pregnant." Oliver smiles at that but I couldn't find it in myself to smile back.

"Yeah... You're right."

"Are you okay?" Oliver asks, looking at me a little concerned. I managed to smile, even if it felt fake.

"I'm fine... Just tired." I whispered, trying to ignore the bitter taste in my mouth as I lied to him.

"I'll talk to your parents... If we're lucky, we can leave tonight."

"Okay." And then Oliver leaves the room to go talk to my parents. I don't feel the need to go follow him, mainly due the fact that I just didn't have the energy. I was tired... and I didn't feel like myself. I couldn't really figure out what it was, maybe it was just because I wasn't sure where Olly and I stood right now.

But something told me it was a little more than just that.

"For the last time Jemma, I do not need your help to get into the mother fuc-freaking kitchen." Jonah's voice echos through the room and just a few seconds later both he and Jem walked in. Jemma was rolling her eyes as she helped him to the table and Jonah was frowning.

"You know you're not allowed to walk down the stairs by yourself, or do you not remember the last time you did that? Jo, you almost broke your arm."

"I was ten."

"So?"

"You guys baby me too much." Jonah pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. Jemma arched her eyebrows at him before rolling her eyes again. She doesn't say anything else and just walks to the fridge.

"Someone's moody today." I said, making Jonah jump a little as he hadn't realized I was in the room.

"Jesus..."

"Not quite, although I've been told we look similar."

"Hardy har har, that's so funny. You see, I don't actually know if you do look like Jesus or not because guess what, I'm f ucking blind." Jonah said, his voice void of all emotion as he leans back in the kitchen chair. Jonah wasn't usually like this, in fact he was probably the most positive out of all of us... but that didn't mean that he doesn't have his bad days.

"I'm sorry Jo... I shouldn't have said anything." I said, feeling a little bad even though I had just been trying to pull a joke. Jonah doesn't reply to me and he just continues to stare at the wall. I take that as my queue to leave the room, letting out a long sigh as I walked into the living room. Mum was the only one in there, a smile on his face as he talks to Jaiden who had something in his hands.

"Where's Dad?" I asked and Mum turned to look at me. His smile fades a little and a look of concern covers his face.

"Outside with Oliver. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I say, biting my bottom lip before leaving the room. I didn't bother going outside, figuring that Oliver would just come upstairs once he was done. So I went up to my room, shutting my door behind me before falling down onto my bed. I curled up underneath the covers, enjoying the feeling of security they brought me much like they had when I was younger. It was then that I started to cry and I honestly didn't know why. Maybe it was just finally hitting me, all the anger and frustration I felt at Oliver coming back with a vengeance.

I was so angry with him, but when I looked at him I couldn't help but feel sad. The constant fear of him leaving was becoming a little too real in my head, and I couldn't even handle the idea of raising our kid without him.

I couldn't do it without him... but after what happened last night the idea of the fact I might have to became a little too real.

If Oliver couldn't trust me, how were we supposed to have a family together?

"Alex? You in here?" Oliver's voice shakes me from my thoughts and I sniff a little.

"Yeah... What'd my dad say?" I asked, hiding underneath the covers some more. I didn't want Oliver to know I was crying. He would ask me what was wrong, and right now I don't have the energy to explain it.

"Surprisingly he said yes.. but I have to have you home by Tuesday night... Are you alright? You sound sad..." Oliver climbs onto the bed with me, ducking underneath the covers. Luckily for me it was dark underneath the blanket, so Oliver couldn't see my face.

"I'm just tired is all..."

"Well how about you take a nap. After you wake up we can pack, and we can leave." Oliver kisses my forehead, wrapping his arms around my middle before pulling me up against his chest.

"Sounds like a plan... Oliver?"

"Yeah?" His voice is quiet, almost as if it were muffled by the blankets.

"I love you..." I whisper.

"I love you too." He whispers back, and I want to believe him.

But for some reason I couldn't.

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