Pregnant With the Player's Baby

Chapter 14

"Oh god what is this- What the hell happened up in here, girl?" Jessica breathes in disbelief.

"Well, see what had happened was..."

"I'm listening. What had happened?" She puts her hand on her hip.

"You see an "imposter" had the audacity to show up at my door and just walk into my house. Soooo.. My mother taught 'em a lesson." I subconciously rub my stomach. "Can you believe it was-"

"Uhm, Lea?"

"What?" I follow her finger. "Who is that?"

Oh my fucking god! Can this guy take a hint? Or does he need a friggin' hit upside the head?

Oh boy. Three...Two...One...

"Didn't I tell your no-good heartless ass to go somewhere?!" I exploded. "If you're looking for a one night stand it's not here, boo boo!"

*Tsk* "I am somewhere aren't I?" He completely ignores my second statement. Then he smiles. Not only does he smile, he smiles in my face!

"Lea? Calm down, please? For me?" Jessica pleads.

Oh how I would love to just cool my hot-headed ass down. But I just keep getting more and more angry. I can't calm down, not anymore.

What I don't get is, why? Why would he show up now? What more does he want? Can't he see what he does to my mother?

"Omigod! Lea, you're scaring me! Please calm down!"

"Don't you get it? I can't! I can't calm down! What the fuck is this hole of a toilet doing here?" I gesture at him.

"I don't know, Lea." She says softly looking distressed.

I know she doesn't like seeing me like this but, I'm just tired of pretending to forget what he brought in and planted. I'm tired of pretending.

When can I feel at peace?

I can't keep my lock of crazy teenage emotions intact. It just can't support my craziness. So you know what-

"-But please just calm yourself. Breathe in and out. That's it just keep breathing and-"

"Yeah you better, crazy bitch. Just like your mother, tsk tsk tsk." He mutters.

Jessica becomes paranoid in an instant because she knows how I am. We've been best friends since we were just months old. She knows I can only take so much of what is said or directed to me that way. Especially since he called me and my mother bitches.

My anger is like a closed bottle full of dry ice and water; it could only support so much pressure. And you know what, I think that bottle popped.

"No! Lea, stop! Stop it!"

"Ow! What the fu- Argh!"

"You fucking whore! No one told you to show up at my house! Imma-"

"OW! Ah! Okay! Ok-"

CRASH!

"Lea enough damage is done! Look at your-"

CRASH!

"Lea, you broke the damn vase. How much did that sh- Oh shit!"

"Hey! Hey! Knock it off!"

"Stop!"

"Damn she got hands!"

"She fightin' and she preg-nant!" *sucks teeth*

Now they're in my house. Total strangers. As of now I don't care.