Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 35 - Ivar

Start note:Stopping by to wish you all a happy new year!I've been very busy over the holidays, but now I'm trying to get back to posting.I'm not sure who's still alive around here, but I hope you're still willing to read Nini and Ivar's story!Anyway, this' a short message and thank you for those of you who have made it this far.Enjoy your reading!

Nowadays...

I'd heard about people who stay in a state of denial for a while to avoid dealing with their problems or delay confrontation as long as possible. Almost as a way of escaping, but without actually succeeding, because the subject was unavoidable.

And although I was finding it hard to believe that this was the case, it was becoming increasingly clear that Nini was in this situation.

We were in our last week of school before the end-of-year holidays and I had to admit that in a way, during the whole month of November, it made sense for us to put what we were going to do on the back burner, since the season had started, my team was depleted and I worked twice as hard to qualify and since her belly was still flat (even though she was covering it at all costs), she remained part of the cheerleading squad and focused on getting her driving license. As much as watching her struggle like that drove me crazy.

Because of this, every time I got some alone time with her, I'd make a point of checking in on her and asking her to be careful or to stay more on the bottom than the top of the pyramids she was doing and other shit like that, but after a while, instead of getting angry and changing the subject, she got into the habit of distracting me in a way that I really couldn't stay focused on.

Over the last few weeks, we had sex in practically every corner of this school and it was very difficult to keep myself talking about our situation when Nini's mouth was on any part of my body. Believe me, I tried.

Are you coming?

I type and send it to her, because I can see by the clock on my cell phone that she's late. Again.

I know the reason why every time Nini says we're going to New York so she can have the abortion, all sorts of unforeseen events happen and the reason is quite simple. She doesn't want to do it.

To be honest, my biggest dilemma was the fear that, if we went ahead, her life would never be the same, and I couldn't even think of making her interrupt her plans and dreams.

As for me, I couldn't deny that I was afraid of how my father would react to the fact that I had broken my promise to him, but as much as we were still underage and it had taken us by surprise, there had never been anyone else I had considered doing it with.

Even so, every time she planned this trip to the clinic, I made it clear that I would be by her side and take her, if that was something she wanted.

And once again, here I was, alone in the parking lot, having already finished my training and knowing that she should have finished hers, just waiting for her to come, but knowing that she wouldn't come.

Mads and I now shared the role of chauffeur for the children and sometimes, when I needed to do something, I would let him know so that he could take them all back home. That was one of the days, but even if he knew I hadn't gone anywhere, he wouldn't be upset. If there was one person who was respecting our space, it was him. Although, as soon as we told him, he was brutally honest in saying that, despite knowing that we were two years early - according to the plan I had made four years ago - he saw no reason why we shouldn't go ahead with the pregnancy.

Ha! Sometimes I felt envious of the fact that he could say things like that to her without ending up getting hit.

When I get no reply to the message I sent, I get out of the car and head towards the school, which is getting quieter and emptier as the day goes on, so when one of my classmates runs towards me down the corridor I'm in, I can hear his footsteps and turn around to hear him shouting: