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

Chapter 50

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When I got home, the sun was setting down, leaving trades of pink and red in the sky, if I wasn't feeling like someone was stabbing me, then I would've stop to appreciate the beauty above me. But, with these recent events, all I wanted to do, is go to lock myself in my room, not needing to see the outside world any longer.

I finally got inside, just to see my parents and Alec sitting in the couch, in complete silence. My mom came rushing towards me, hugging me tightly. Alec was next, and he placed a kiss on top of my head. "We were so worried for you, sweetie. Alec told us you were crying and–and—"

"It's okay, mom, I'm fine. . ." was I? Of course I had to lie in order for her to be calm. I don't want to worry them anymore. It always seems like they have to constantly be asking me if I was okay, or that they were worried for me, and what not. They always need to take care of me, and I hate that. . .I hate that I've become someone that needs to be protected, I don't need that, I truly don't.

But ever since I found out about this baby, everyone had stared at me with pity, sympathy, even disappointment. That's the thing about having sex and ending like this, you have the proof that you made your own mistake, you're paying the cruel consequence by showing your disgrace and stupidity to the world. I hugged my dad quickly, and peck Alec's cheek before rushing to my room. I closed the door, letting a heavy sigh.

I walked towards my long-length mirror, staring at my reflection. The thing is, I couldn't almost recognize the figure staring back at me. That was not the image I wanted to reflect. I didn't wanted to cry, specially not because of Nash. What he did was terrible, awful, horrible, everything you could possibly imagine, but I should've been strong. I should've looked him in those dazzling eyes and tell him to get the fuck out of my face. To get lost. To leave me the fuck alone. To never speak to me again. But the tears kept rolling down, my voice cracked, and the sobbing was uncontrollable. He played me bad, and while he was out there, probably happy that he got rid of me, I'm here bawling my eyes out.

He doesn't care about me, those tweets prove it.

He never saw a future with me. Though I went straight to the bait. I bet the only reason why he was sticking around, was because he felt somewhat sorry for me, for being also responsible for the fact that I'm pregnant. I can't believe he was crying too. If he did cared about me, he would've been honest towards his fans, towards me.

Having these thoughts, made me want to punch the wall hard enough to break my knuckles. With the pain I'm feeling right now, I feel completely numb towards any type of thing.

My heart is already broken.

My relationship with him is already done.

The perfect life I've always planned since I was a little girl, is already shattered.

I walked towards my bed and lied there, staring at the ceiling, I kept thinking of those moments I shared with Nash—the father of this baby, the boy that made me fall for him in a matter of months, even though I claimed multiple times that I hated him to the core. He had a way of crawling into my heart, making me feel special. He made me smile every occasion, making my problems go away.

Was he lying when he was kissing me? Or when he was hugging me tightly? Was he lying those times we were together, my head on his shoulder, and he would whisper how much I mean to him? Thinking how he lied made my chest sting with pain all over again. Though, I tried my best to push those thoughts to the back of my head. I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself that I won't open them, and tried to fall asleep. I needed to rest after these past events. I needed the sufficient amount of energy that I lost arguing with the only boy that was capable of ripping my heart out, and tore it in like a billion pieces, all in one single day.