It's your Baby (A Nash Grier Fanfic) | COMPLETED

Chapter 31

When Nash dropped me off, I felt a tight knot in my stomach as I stared at my house, imagining all of the things that could happen once I cross the main doors. I figured I won't get any answers if I just stand here arms crossed, outside in our driveway. So I took long strides towards the entrance, embracing myself to what is about to come.

I cautiously open the door and walked inside. The first thing I saw was my big brother sitting on the couch, my parents beside him. I closed the door and walked towards them. I crossed my arms across my chest, and didn't say anything, they should be the first ones to speak, not me.

"Gwen, could you please sit down?" my dad asked motioning to the couch across from them. I shook my head no and stayed where I was.

"I'm good standing up, thank you" I said coldly. My mom let go a heavy sigh and then exchanged looks with my dad.

"Sweetie, I know you've been wondering why there was that pamphlet on the kictchen table" she said and fidgeted with her fingers. I nodded, glaring at my family. "We can explain"

"Yes, because that's what I want to hear. . .Why are you taking me to a maternity home, huh? Am I a problem to you? Do you want me to go away?"

"What? No? Gwen, of course not!" my mom said and stood up from the couch, quickly reaching me. She gave my shoulders a little squeeze. "It was an option. We just-we just thought you could need some help. Its a lot of responsability to have a baby, and even more when you're just 17"

"I will need help, but not from strangers. And as the pamphlet said, that thing is in Chicago. I want my family, I want your support, this is already hard for me"

"We never wanted to make you feel like you were trouble. We love you so, so, so much. And it was just an option, is not like it was decided" she said. I stared at them suspiciously.

"We won't send you away" my brother reassured me. "Do you think I would let them take you away from me?" he smiled, which made me smile too. Its true, perhaps he can be so annoying some times; but if there's something I know, is that Alec would never let any one separate us.

"I'm so sorry if you thought that you could be a trouble to us" my dad said. I looked down at the ground, I'm just so tired right now I don't want to deal with this. . .But I feel like I have to be in a constant war with my family, is exhausting. I nodded, not wanting to discuss it anymore. I was still a little hurt, even if it was just a suggestion. They were considering in sending me away.

I turned on my heels to leave, but Alec quickly grabbed my arm, locking his gaze to mine. I frowned, confused at his sudden move. He cleared his throat and then exchanged looks with my parents who had a confused expression on their faces.

"Where were you before you came here?" he asked, using that interrogative tone I came to hate so much.

"Nowhere" I replied too quickly, and I just wanted to face palm myself so badly. Alec kept looking at me, still waiting for me to say the truth, although like I said before, he shouldn't be getting on my business.

"Tell me" he demanded.

"No" I said, frowning. He can't demand me anyway. . .

"Sweetie, please, where were you?" my mom butted in.

I guess they can demand me. . .Great.

"Oh, I was doing some drugs two blocks away, you know mom, the typical stuff" I said sarcastically.

"Gwen" she said seriously. "This is not a joke. Where were you?"

And now all of their eyes were on me, and I've never been so nervous. I have two options here and unfortunately, two consequences.

I can either tell the truth, and get punish for it. Or, lie and stay here to keep going with the interrogation.

Any of those options will make me lose. And the plan of just running out of the house, escape the country, and change my name, is not a good move right now.

"Where you with him?" my mom interrupt my thoughts.

"N-no" I stuttered, but it seemed like they didn't bought it.

"Don't lie to me, Gwen. . .Don't even try" Alec said. I don't know where to hide, I just want to be swallowed by the ground and vanish away from everything, everyone. There's no way I can get out of this without needing to spill out all the truth. This sucks. . .

"You don't need to know with who I am or what I'm doing. . .This is my life!" I said raising my voice.

"Fuck, we know is your life, but we're part of it. We have all the right to know with who the fuck you are. . .You are my sister and their daughter. So stop being a child and grow the fuck up!"

I stared at my brother in shock, so did my parents. I never heard him cursing that much in front of them. Ever.

He let go a heavy sigh, realizing what he did. "Where you with him?"

"Yes" I said almost inaudible. I bit my bottom lip nervously.

"I told you not to see him, and yet you disobeyed me" my mom said while rubbing her forehead, her face full of disappointment. And this was what I wanted to avoid in the first place, but I knew that I would have to deal with it sooner or later.

"But mom--"

"No, Gwen. I told you to stay away from him, that he was not good for you, I mean. . .Just look what he did to you" she said motioning to my stomach. "He made your life 100x more complicated"

"It was my mistake too, and I saw him because I needed to. He's a very sweet guy, but you won't know that unless you meet him"

"No, we don't want to meet him" my father butted in. "The last thing we want is to talk to the one that made you pregnant"

"But--"

"No buts Gwen. Please, just, go to your room"

And that's exactly what I did. Quiet and with my face looking at the ground. The fact I just wanted to get out of there and I couldn't stand to see their faces anymore, it gave me the enough strength to move towards the stairs.

I feel awful but at the same time, I expected this reaction. I knew they would be disappointed, I knew they would be mad that I'm hanging with the father of a baby I shouldn't have at this age. I knew that it was the worst idea.

I lied down on my bed, staring at the ceiling, which I've been doing a lot lately. I thought about this baby, how it affected my relationship with my family. . .

I've never argued this much with them ever. We're usually really close. But lately I feel like I always need to prepare myself to go to war with them. I hate this, I hate everything my life had turned into only because of that one night stand, because of that single moment of irresponsability. Now, I have to accept the consequences that came with it.

I closed my eyes, totally exhausted, and didn't wake up for a long time. Part of me wishes everything is just a cruel nightmare, that I will wake up and everything would be back to normal. But the realistic part of me, knows that everything is real, I will wake up, and nothing will change. My real nightmare will still go on. . .

God, please help me. . .