Chapter 40

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Chapter 40

The due date was drawing closer and closer and I was becoming more and more nervous. Craig wasn't helping matters either, he had been drinking every night for the past God knows how many weeks and he'd come home pissed out of his face and pass out until the late hours of the day. I was pissed off and stressed out and I didn't really have anyone to talk to about it all as Georgette and TJ were visiting TJ's parents, Ronnie and the guys were on a short tour and Gabby was away with her parents and Leila.

I was sat curled up in the couch one afternoon, a box of strawberries rested on my bump and re runs of The Walking Dead playing on the TV because that show is fucking epic. I started to feel thirsty so I slowly managed to push myself off the couch and I practically waddled to the kitchen.

From the other room I heard Craig stumbling about meaning that he'd finally decided to get up. I rolled my eyes and reached up for a glass from the cupboard when I felt Craig wrap his arms around my stomach and kiss the crook of my neck.

"Hey baby." He breathed; when I didn't answer he pulled away slightly and looked at me confused. "What's up?"

"What's up? You're really asking me that?'" I seethed trying to be as calm as I could but it was hard with the anger that was now bubbling inside of me. I slammed the glass down on the counter top and turned to look at Craig whose expression was clouded with confusion.

"Well yeah, what have I done?" He asked stepping away from me; this caused something in me to snap completely and I lost it.

"What have you done!?" I asked in disbelief. "Hm let me think about that for a second. All you've done every night for god knows how long is leave me on my own to go out and get pissed every night with the guys. You come home and crash on the couch or on the bed until late afternoon! I'm sick of it Craig!" I exclaimed causing his brow to furrow even more.

"Well I'm sorry Amber but you know that I like to go out with the guys every now and then-"

"But that's the thing Craig! It's not 'every now and then' its every freaking night! I could deal with it if it was just once a week, but it's not!"

"I'm stressed okay!? I'm sorry I'm not your golden boyfriend but it's how it is Amber. You've never had a fucking problem with it before so why the fuck does it mean so much to you now?!" He yelled.

I took a few deep breaths before I responded. "I'm carrying your fucking child Craig, what sort of example do you think you're going to set him you go out every night and get pissed out of your face?!"

"So what your saying is I'm not going to be a good farther because I like to drink every now and then?" He questioned, I could see the rage inside him beginning to surface as his eyes clouded with anger.

"I'm not saying that at all!" I snapped stepping away from him. "You don't fucking get it! I don't know why I brought this up in the first place!" I threw my hands in the air in frustration; I knew this was going to end badly.

"Yeah neither do I. Just go waddle your fat ass back to the sofa and sit and sulk and watch your TV shows, I can't deal with this crap now." He spat, I stared at him in disbelief; no matter how stressed Craig had ever got, he'd never taken it out on me or insulted me like that. I felt tears spring in the corner of my eyes and trickle down my cheeks but Craig made no move to console me, which hurt me even more.

"Excuse you?! I've dealt with this until now; I can't keep living like this! I feel like I don't really matter to you anymore and that all you care about is drink!" I yelled, the tears continued to run down my face but I made no move to wipe them away.

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