Grow To Love You

Chapter 33: Tumble

"Bye Jade," I hugged her before she climbed into the taxi.
"Bye Aubrey, I'll see you soon," She smiled before shutting the taxi door and signalling the driver to go. I stepped back away from the road and watched as the taxi disappeared into the distance. It's gonna be different without her. As much as we never really spent time together, it was good to know she was there, in the house. Turning toward the house, I made my way to my mother and Onika who were currently stood in the door way.
"I'm going to miss having her around," My mother spoke as we entered the house.
"Yeah, it was nice knowing she was around," I added. Nicki stood with her arms crossed and the hood over her oversized hoodie hanging over her face but just high enough for her to be able to see. She bite her lip and I could tell she was thinking of something that was worrying her. "Well, she'll be fine at Leah's house. It's just down the road," I smiled before I noticed Nicki making an escape, quickly moving toward the bathroom. Oh no.
"Yeah. Are you ok Nicki?" My mother asked just before Nicki opened the bathroom door. Nicki nodded quickly before locking the bathroom door.
"Let's go get some drinks, I'm quite thirsty," I put my arm around my mothers shoulder and walked her into the kitchen, hoping she hadn't heard Onika throwing up.
"Aubrey, did you hear her? She's sick," Too late. My mother walked away from the kitchen and back toward the bathroom. "Onika, are you ok?" My mother asked through the door.
"I-I'm fine, tha-" She stopped abruptly. Her voice being replaced with the sound of her throwing up again.
"Mum, I'll look after her," I reassured but she refused to leave.
"Aubrey! Onika is throwing up, I need to make sure it's nothing serious!" She replied.
"Ok, I'm sure she's fine though," I knew it was due to her pregnancy. I can't let my mother find out this way.
"Onika, when you are cleaned up, come to me and I'll try figure out why you're sick," She told Onika through the door.
"Um...o-ok," Onika's quiet voice came through the door. My mother walked away and I waited out side the door for Nicki. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and Onika walked out. Her hair was now tied back and she had removed her hoodie, now holding it in front of her stomach.
"How you feeling?" I asked as we went down to my room.
"Um...I dunno, I don't feel sick any more though," Her mouth formed a small smile before heading into my bathroom. She left the door open as she brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste. "Aubrey," She spoke as she pulled the hoodie over her head, covering up her small bump.
"Yes beautiful," She blushed slightly before continuing.
"Your mum wanted to see me...want if she finds out I'm pregnant?" She bit her lip nervously as she lent against the bathroom doorway.
"Well, she's going to find out any way but I doubt she'll find out just yet," The topic of telling people or people finding out is always a difficult one. We haven't really talked about it actually. I kind of just know she won't want people knowing just yet.
"Ok," She muttered before heading out of my room.

Nicki's POV
"How you feeling darling?" Sandi asked as I entered the lounge.
"A bit better now," I took a seat next to her on the sofa.
"That's good, any idea why you were sick?" She asked. Quick Onika think!!!
"Oh...um...a couple nights ago me and Aubrey had a few drinks in his room and there was some vodka in a glass. I totally forgot about it and thought it was my water, I'm guessing that's what triggered it," I bit my lip nervously hoping she wouldn't get annoyed for us drinking such strong drinks.
"You teens and drinking," She shook her head but didn't seem mad or annoyed. "Just be careful ok," She placed a hand on my arm.
"We will," I flashed a small smile.
"Anyway, why you always wearing these hoodies?" Oh shit! "It's not that cold, are you not sweaty?" She asked me.
"Oh um...I just have the hoodie on, it was just the first thing I grabbed to wear," I tried to make up a decent lie.
"Fair enough, how are you and Aubrey doing anyway? Like relationship wise," She questioned. That was a difficult one. We were fine, our relationship is strong. Well it looks that way. But the thoughts I'm having, wether I'm good enough for him and all the stuff about the rape thing is just getting to me, to the point were I think it may be better if we weren't together.
"We're doing fine," I lied, adding a smile to make it more believable.
"That's good, you know, I think you to could be together for the rest of your lives. I can't wait for the wedding," She winked. "And also for some cute little grandchildren," I gulped. "But not now of course, in the future," She smiled and I smiled weakly before getting up to leave.
"You ok, Onika?" She asked as I stumbled a little getting up.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just got up a little too quickly," I quickly replied before making my way down stairs to Aubrey's room. He laid on his bed in nothing but a pair of shorts. I instantly threw my hoodie off and laid beside him, letting my tears fall.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He questioned as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I can't," I cried.
"You can't what?" I just kept crying. This whole pregnancy is going to ruin everything. I can't drag Aubrey along with me. He will have a constant reminder of how I cheating. I will lose everyone I love. I'll get kicked out. My life will be over. I can't. I can't do it.
Drake held me as I cried into his chest for a good 10 minutes before I began to calm down. "What happened?" He asked as I rested my head on his chest and stared at the wall.
"I just said we had some drinks a few nights ago and I accidentally franks done vodka I'd left out," I replied, my voice quiet.
"Is that all?" He asked.
"She asked why I always wore hoodies, I said it was the first thing I grabbed. She started talking about us getting married...and then...sh-she said she can't wait for u-us to have k-kids," I struggled to speak.
"Oh..." Is all he said. I could tell there was something on his mind, something bothering him.
"What you thinking about?" I asked.
"Nothing that matters," He kissed my head and I sat up, straddling his lap to face him.
"Tell me," I basically whispered.
"No, it will upset you,"
"I don't care, I can't get any more broken. Just tell me," He sighed.
"I just...I just hate that you're having his baby," He finally admitted. I was right, I should leave him. I'm so selfish dragging him along.
"I know," I mumbled, looking down to my hands.
"I don't mean as in hate that you decided to keep it...I mean as in I hate that he got you pregnant before me," I don't know wether to be upset or happy. He wasn't bothered about the sex, he was bothered about the fact that my first child wouldn't be with him. It warmed my heart a little to know he felt this way. "I promise you though, I will treat this little one like my very own. I will love and care for them as much as I will our own," He placed a hand on my stomach under my shirt. "Because I love you and this baby," Tears brimmed my eyes. Happiness and sadness ran through my body. I can't do this to Aubrey. It's my fault I'm in this position and he shouldn't have to deal with the consequences.
I pushed my self off of his body and left, picking up my hoodie on the way out. I could hear him calling my name as I made my way up the stairs, throwing my hoodie over my head. Once I reached my room, I locked the door and curled up on my bed. My whole body shaking as I cried. The pain was unexplainable. My body craves for relief. I couldn't drink, I couldn't smoke and I couldn't take pills. This baby is killing me indirectly and nobody could see it. I gripped the pillow tight against my face as I screamed, attempting to rid of my pain. It didn't work. I sat up, tears streaming down u face, almost hyperventilating, head feeling heavy but light headed at the same time. I sat in the middle of my bed staring into nothing. I was motionless apart from the tears streaming down my face. My head was to full of thoughts to think.
Slowly, I stood up off of my bed and made my way to my bathroom, when I began to fill the bath tub. As I waited for the bath to fill, is at in the chair in the corner and looked at myself in the full body mirror opposite me. It wasn't me. I didn't recognise the person that stared back. I didn't like the person that stared back. Their face was red, along with their eyes which were also puffy and lifeless. Their skin had no colour, just grey. Their hair looked as if they hadn't washed or brushed or even attempted to keep it looking ok. It was a big mess pressed up against their head from all the sleeping they did. I removed my hoodie and my leggings before I removed my underwear. The skin around their bones cling to them tightly, causing the ribs, hip bones and collar bones to stick out a lot more than what would be healthy. Who was this person. This person had completely abandoned their health and body. This person could not possibly survive much longer like this. Neither could the baby. A small bump could be made out on their lower stomach. I ran my hands over it. What a horrible mother. What an ugly disgusting mother. What kind of mother would put their unborn baby at risk just because they weren't feeling too good?! That is disgusting! I slammed my fist into the mirror, hoping to rid of that terrible person. The mirror smashed causing tiny shards of glass to cut my skin. My fist throbbed in pain, covered in blood from the tiny cuts. I slammed my arm against the glass, then again, then again. Until I was pounding away, incapable to stop, to get that terrible mother away. I screamed in pain. Not from physical pain, but emotional pain. The glass pierced my skin, causing blood to drip down my body. I couldn't feel it. The emotional pain was too much too feel physical pain.
I pushed myself away from the mirror that is now just the board it was hanging on. The floor was littered with glass. Looking down over my own body, I could see the sparkle of tiny shards of the mirror piercing my skin. They were everywhere. My whole body covered in blood and cuts, especially my arms. I couldn't feel a thing. I numb. Not even the deepest cuts gave me pain. I could feel nothing, I could hear nothing. I could barely see anything.
I walked over to the bathtub, the glass piercing my bare feet. Turning off the taps, I stepped in and laid back, closing my eyes.

Drake's POV
As soon as I heard the first smash, I bolted straight up to Nicki's room. I tried to get in but the door was locked.
"Nicki!" I shouted. "Onika!" I shouted again. All I heard was smashes.
"Aubrey! What is going on?!" My mother rushed up the stairs, worry evident in her voice.
"I don't know, her door is locked," I panicked. The smashed stopped just after I called her name again. "Onika, please open up baby, we're worried," I spoke through the door. Still nothing. "Oh no! What has she done? Please don't say she's hurt!" I felt tears brim my eyes as I thought of all the possible things that could've happened.
"Aubrey, stay calm, she's going to be fine," my mother tried to soothe me. "Onika, hunny, are you ok?" My mother asked. Still no response.
"I'm breaking it down," I wiped my face and stood in front of the door, gripping the door frame for support. I brought my leg up and kicked the door, just near the handle. Failing at first, I did it again and again until the 4th time when it broke in. Running into her room, I saw the bathroom door wide open. There was glass and blood covering the whole bath room.
"No! Onika!" I screamed. I ran in to the bathroom where she lay in the bath, her eyes closed shut. The bath water had turned red and little sparkles of glass shone from under that water.
I grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Nicki! Onika! Wake up baby! Please wake up!" I cried.
"Aubrey?" She spoke weakly.
"Yes baby?! Oh I'm so glad your alive," Tears streamed down my face.
"What are you doing in here? Can you leave," She asked. I was very shocked at the fact that she asked me to leave when her whole bathroom looked like a murder scene and she just wanted to lay alone in a bath full of blood and glass.
"What?! No! We need to get you cleaned up!" I straightened up before searching for her towel.
"Onika, we need to get you all cleaned up and make sure you're ok," My mother explained as she stood outside the bathroom, avoiding the glass.
"I'm fine," Nicki muttered as she closed her eyes again. I grabbed a towel, tossing it over my shoulder before pulling the plug. "Aubrey, I'm not finished," Nicki muttered before I lifted her out the bath and wrapped the towel around her before carrying her out the bathroom and laying her on the bed. Her arms and legs covered in small cuts and few few deep ones. "What are you doing?" Nicki asked sounding annoyed. She struggled in an attempt to get up.
"T-to sit up," She looked ever so pale. I gently pushed her back to lay down and got her some underwear. I slid her underwear on under the towel whilst she insisted she could do it her self. She was way to weak.
"Aubrey, we may have to take her to the hospital," My mother told me, looking very nervous. "She seems a little dazed and very weak...she doesn't look healthy," She muttered quietly.
"Yeah, ok, I'll bring her downstairs, you go get in the car," I told my mother as held the towel over Nicki's stomach.
"Ok, be careful," She headed to the door and left down stairs.
"Ok, Onika? We're taking you to the hospital ok?" I told her. She laid on the bed, her eyes barely open.
"I don't...I don't need to go," She muttered. I shook my head before turning away, picking up one of my shirts and a pair of her shorts. I quickly dressed her as she lay their telling me to leave and that she didn't need to go to hospital.
"Come on, baby," I picked her up bridal style and carried her out her room.
"No! I don't want to!" She tried to shouted. She struggled in my arms trying to get free.
"Stop!" I shouted. She froze before looking up at me. Tears brimmed her eyes. "Just come to the hospital," I spoke calmly.
"No!" She thrashed about in my arms. I lost my grip on her and she tumbled to the floor. She was breathing heavy, attempting to stand. I went to pick her back up but she tried to run away. She only took a couple steps before her legs collapsed and she tumbled down the stairs.