The Bad Boy's Girl

Chapter Forty-Six

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⊱✿⊰A N A S T A S I A ⊱✿⊰

"W-What do you mean by that? That's one secret I held back from you! I already said that I am sorry!" I argued, feeling hurt. 

"Sorry does not make up for it!" He raised his voice, "That's big news, Anastasia! Holding that back was wrong!" 

"Sebastian! I promised her that I wasn't going to tell anyone!" I told him as I tried getting close to him, but he backed up. 

"What else are you hiding from me?" He asked, as I stared at him shocked. 

"N-Nothing." I couldn't tell him. 

"Do not fucking lie to me Anastasia!" He said, coming up to me and grabbed both of my upper arms, roughly. "I know when you're lying." 

"I-I-I can't tell you." I whispered, with a blink of an eye he pushed me against the nearest wall, "And why the hell not?!" He asked, "I started to trust you, Ana." He whispered, "What else are you hiding from me?" 

"N-Nothing!" I cried out, unable to look up at him. 

"You're fucking lying!" He raised voice, hitting the wall beside my head as I jumped, squeezing my eyes shut. The silence filled the air, besides my soft sobs. 

After a little bit, I heard him sigh and pulled me to his chest, "I'm sorry, Ana... stop crying." But I couldn't, I was scared. Without a blink of an eye, he picked me up, causing me to quickly wrap my arms around the back of his neck. 

He sat on the couch, as I was straddling him, he start to rub my back. It was still silent. Until he broke it, "I'm terrified. My mom has had four miscarriages." He said, "I just feel like she should have told us as well." 

"S-She told me she was afraid of telling your father... because she knew that he didn't want another kid." I whispered, before lifting my head to look at him, "She told me on.. graduation at the party... that she was going to tell you guys on vacation." 

He moved his hands on my cheeks, cupping him before wiping the tears, "Stop crying please... I'm sorry. Just... hate feeling lied too." He moved his hands and held my waist.

"I-I didn't mean to lie to you." I told him. 

"I know... I was just pissed off. I know how you are with your promises." He said, as we both stared at each other, my heart started to race. No not now. We both got cut off with my phone vibrating, from a phone call, in my pocket. I pulled my phone out and saw my grandma was calling me. "I-It's my grandma." I told him, before answering it, "Grandma?" 

"Honey! I am so so so sorry!" She said fast, "I promised I wouldn't miss calling you for your graduation and I did, I am so sorry! Works been so backed up and I had to stay really late."

"Where are you?" I asked, not caring much for her apologies.

"I-I'm back at the hotel." She said, with an unsteady voice. I knew she was lying. 

"Which one?" I asked, as she then said, "The one and only one that you know about." And there I caught her in a lie.

"Wow..." I said, "Because I called there and they said that you checked out a month ago." Then she grew silent. "Okay.. fine... I checked out the hotel, so what?" She asked.

"Where have you been staying?" I questioned.

"With a-a friend." She said, there goes that unsteady voice again.

"A friend?" I asked, "Are you even there for work?"

"Of course I am child! You know I came here for work to better us, and an unexpected man entered my life! You know, I deserve love too!" She raised her voice.

"While lying to me and leaving me in the dust?!" I asked.

"Look I have to go, I was just calling to say that I was sorry. I love you and bye." Before I could say anything else, she hung up. "What's wrong?" Sebastian asked, getting my attention.

"My grandma has been lying to me for almost four or three months now." I told him, crossing my arms, "I highly doubt she'll ever come back." 

"Don't say that." He said, "She'll come back eventually. Didn't my mom say she'll be gone for five months?" He asks.

"Yes. But I have a huge feeling she'll end up telling me how she's going to be living there." I said with a sigh, "It's just opening up old wounds."

"Old wounds?" He asks.

"With my mom. How she left me on my grandma's porch and never came back." I told him.

"How old were you?" He asked.

"Thirteen." I said.