Stalker that wants me

All his fault

Chapter 9: All his fault

Remy’s P.O.V

 

 

 

 

                        I hugged my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth and the bathroom floor. Yesterday I threw the pregnancy test at him. I didn’t want to be pregnant I wasn’t ready. Especially not with His child. I remember exactly how I found out. The girls were forcing me into my dress again and doing my hair and makeup. I remember thinking ‘oh shit is the wedding moved to today?’ I asked them, but they said no it was just a fitting and figuring out how they’re going to do my hair. I remember bloom having to step from the room and jazz making a joke about her brother and sister time. I questioned her she said bloom was chaos sister. I thought ‘oh crap if my plan doesn’t work I’ll be related to her!!’ Then I had the urge to throw up. I did. I hung myself over the toilet and threw up.  

 

            The girls thought I ate something bad, but I hadn’t eaten all morning. They started throwing ideas around. Nerves, flu, bad food, and then ally threw the pregnant theory out in the open. They helped me out of my dress and hair and ally went to get a pregnancy test from the store. She came back 20 minutes later. I took the test and while the stick thing was waiting for the answer I prayed to god and the universe I wasn’t pregnant. The stick thing beeped. I pulled it over to me. It said yes. I showed it to the girls. They thought it was great I thought it was horrible refused to move from my spot on the bathroom floor. I sat there for 2 hours crying. I had come out of the bathroom and saw him there. He made me so mad I threw the stick at his head. After he read it he pulled me into his chest and held me there as I cried.

 

            I pushed him away from me and picked up the stick and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door in his face. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” I yell screamed at him. I picked up the phone I hid in the bathroom and texted Abby. Omg I’m so sorry when I get there I’m personally gonna kick his ass. I’m so sorry everything things gonna be ok the plan going great so far. I looked at the text she sent me. It’s ok. Everything is going to be ok. Right? I put the phone back and sat on the bathroom floor and just rocked myself back and forth.

           

 

            I came to the next morning. I was in the bed and not the bathroom. He wasn’t anywhere. Good. ‘Cause truthfully I was gonna kill him if I saw him right now. I picked myself out of the bed. One day. That’s all I have left here. One day is horrible, but being trapped here 10 ten days sucks like hell. Tomorrow. I’m getting out tomorrow. I tipped toed down stairs I went to the living room because I didn’t feel like eating. I opened the door to find the girls standing there next to some guy with a binder book as they looked at a clipboard. They looked at to see me standing there ally came over and hugged me then pulled  me over to the dude. “Remy this is brad, Brad, Remy. Brad’s the wedding planner we were just looking at how we think the wedding should look tomorrow.” He held his hand out to me. “It’s so nice to meet you ma’am and congratulations on your marriage.” He said.

 

They held out the clipboard to me. The whole thing looked great. A good wedding, but not a wedding I want now. Especially not with him. They had purple and white flowers winding up the aisle. And instead of rows of seats there are gonna be tables and people are gonna sit at their tables instead of isles for the reception. And there gonna have the dance inside the house in the big ballroom in the back. The design for the cake looked great the police can eat it after they rescue me. Everything looked great. I just nodded my head and pushed some hair behind my ear. He left and hour later then came back with some guys to start getting the wedding started for tomorrow. I sat in the living room by myself and looked out the window to the backyard and watched the guys start to place tables everywhere.

 

            What am I gonna do about the baby? I’m too young…well there are teen moms nowadays, but I swore to myself I would get pregnant with the man I love. But I don’t wanna kill a poor baby. A baby is just a regular person only smaller. And getting an abortion is like killing someone. And it’s against my religion to kill one of god’s children. God I’d be great on an debate team. After arguing with myself for an hour I decided to keep the baby, but not for him, but because 2 things. 1). I’ve always wanted to be a mom. And 2). Because I don’t think anybody disserves to die. And because this isn’t the baby’s fault. God does everything for reason…Then why am I here?