Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 21

Bambi
"Come on dax pick up the phone." They're almost out of the building and Dax isn't picking the phone up. The phone rings out. I push up out of my seat in the office and leg it to the front door and nearly fall flat on my face as I try to pull my shoes on.

"Bambi calm down he's probably running straight to the house."

"What if he's not. What if someone else is out there." I'm panicking now.

"We would've seen them, honestly he'll be fine. Anyway didn't seem like you cared 20 minutes ago." Freddie teases. I pick up the shoe that isn't on my foot and throw it straight at Freddies head.

"What if they hacked the cameras, what if..." I'm nearly knocked out by the front door as it comes flying open towards me and I fall flat on my ass as I stumble backwards. Dax shoots in through the door and nearly falls over me sprawled on the floor. I glare up at him as he treads on my foot.

"Why the fuck didn't you pick up the phone you piece of shit." I spit at him, trying to not raise my voice too much.

"I was basically here and I didn't want to risk stopping to pick up the phone incase they saw me." Dax says to me looking completely oblivious to what he's done wrong.

"Well next time fucking pick up." I say standing up and brushing myself off before storming upstairs to my room. It's only when I get to the room I remember that we share a bedroom. "For fuck sake." I mutter under my breath and turn the lock anyway before grabbing the chair in the corner of the room and jamming it under the door. No sooner than I've done that someone knocks on the door. "Fuck off Dax."

"It's me Freddie. I thought you might want your shoe." I look down and realise I still have my other shoe on, I bend down and yank it off my foot before moving the chair, pulling the door open and throwing it straight at Freddies face before slamming the door shut on him and replacing the chair. "OWWW fucking hell Bunny. Pregnancy hormones or what!" And before I can open the door and throw anything else at him I hear him run down the stairs but he must trip because I hear what sounds like bricks being thrown at a wall. I resist the urge to check that he's okay and I throw myself on the bed as I feel tears start to burn at my eyes. Fucking pregnancy hormones. I grab my new book of the bedside table and a dab at my face with a tissue before settling against the pillows and diving in. I'm devouring books by the day at the moment and I've just started a series called Harrow faire which is about a faire that eats parts of peoples souls. Sounds about right at the moment. I'm half way through the first book when someone tries to open the door to the bedroom and when they can't push open the door they gently knock.

"Firecracker it's me... please let me in." I ignore him and carry on reading.

"Please Bambi, we need to talk." His voice is soft, almost pleading. I debate opening the door but I can't face him right now. My brain is a complete mess.

"I can hear you breathing and turning the pages of your book." Fucking books giving me away. I throw the book down in frustration. I still don't move from the bed though. "Okay I guess this is going to be a one sided conversation..." When I don't reply he continues. "I'm sorry. Again... I keep fucking things up and that's the last thing I want to do. You're the fucking light in my life Bambi, you are the goddamn sun I revolve around. I dont know how to be the good guy, I don't know how to treat you like the fucking goddess that you are because I've never done this before. I only know how to be the villain in the story. You're too fucking good for me and I don't deserve you, but you're carrying my child and I'm too fucking obsessed with you to let anyone else have you so I'm going to have to work out how to be the bloody cinnamon roll, golden retriever you seem to think I am. I will go to the ends of the earth to make sure I'm the man you deserve because anything less isn't enough." I hear him slide down the door, I get off the bed and move the chair out of the way, I don't open the door though. Instead I slide down my side of the door and reach my fingers under the door. It's a tight fit but he sees my fingertips and touches his own to them. We sit like this for I don't know how long, it must be nearly an hour as I see the sun start to set outside the window and I wish more than anything we were on the roof of our old house. Everything was simpler then. I hear footsteps make their way up the stairs and then Jason's voice.