Beneath My Beautiful.

Chapter 11.

"What the...!" Naima gasps in surprise as she steps into my room.

I only look up at her once then back to what I am holding in my hand.

"Are you..." She starts but doesn't get to finish her question.

"No. I mean, I don't know...maybe." I tell her, not daring to look at her.

She closes the door behind her and approaches me. I ignore her and continue staring at the pregnancy test I had just taken. I bit my lower lip as the anxiety kept on creeping inside of me.

After a few moments of awkward silence I stare at the test in relief. Negative.

I sigh out loud then stash the test away before turning to Naima. "What do you want?"

"Are you pregnant? "

"No." I glare at her. "Is that what you came to ask me?"

"Oh please Lulu. Am only trying to be your big sister here!" She raises her hands in mock surrender.

"Don't even pull the sister card on me, okay? Just leave me alone." I point at the door.

Normally, she would have left almost immediately but this time she sits at the edge of my bed.I fold my arms and watch her as she search for words to say.

"That was careless of you Lulu.I expected you to be smart enough to avoid situations like this. What if it had read positive? Do you even realise..."

" Please! " I cut her before she goes any further. "Don't come here giving me a speech about 'situations like this'. It's a little to late for that."

"Really? You are so inconsiderate. Do you know how getting pregnant at this age can ruin the reputation of this family?"

I roll my eyes. Ofcourse that's what she's thinking, miss perfect. She cares much more about what people think about her.

"You should hear what people out there are starting to say about you. You may have had mum and dad fooled but I know about you, your drinking, your smoking, your whoring... "

That is it!

I grab her hand before she says anything more and pull her out of my room.

"Thankyou for the sisterly advice Naima." I say sarcastically and slam the door at her face.

Hot tears spill on my cheeks as soon as I hear the sound of her footsteps fade away.

Part of me feels like she's right...the other part is used to her endless drama and selfish self.

I don't even care how bad it could get if and when she tells mum and dad - knowing well what a snitch she can be.Nothing in the world matters anymore.

It's getting out of control.

And I can't fix it. I can't keep running from the truth.

I can't keep losing myself to find him.

*Flashback chapter.