Forced to marry him! Completely re-edited

chapter 27

By the time we reached our lane the neighbourhood was starting to wake up. One of our neighbours that lived two blocks down recognised our car and waved over at us. I was afraid she'd see our state and obviously expect and explanation which I was not ready to give. But I managed to force out a smile and wave back.

The ride from the hospital to home seemed to take forever, all i wanted to do was go for a shower and eventually fall into deep sleep forgetting that anything happened. I was so happy when we finally pulled up to our driveway.

I squinted noticing a figure standing at our front porch. They were short and had a female figure, only when Zayn stuck his head out and called to the person did I realise it was tricia.

"shit." I thought. Zayn glanced at me and I realised that I had accidentally said it out loud.

He didn't say anything just cut the engine and gathered his keys. He opened his door and was about to step out when he paused glancing back at me "should we tell her?" he asked.

"I don't think we have any choice." I mumbled pulling my hair up into a sloppy ponytail. I didn't want to tell her anything, I wanted to just lie my way though and pretend like nothing dramatic or life changing ever happened to us. But I couldn't do that.

My train of thought was interrupted when Zayn opened my car door and helped me out. It was still too hard to hold his gaze for too long and it was hard for him to hold me for more than a minute. We kept our distance and kept our emotions to ourselves.

while his mother approached us. Her eyes were wide open as she looked at the two of us in shock. Her gaze drifted to the blood patch on zany's shirt when he had carried me to the car.

"What happened?!" tricia cried her hands instantly cradling Zayns cheek. Her eyes flickered from Zayn to me to the red bloody patch on Zayns shirt.

Zayn moved away from his mother like he was almost frustrated. And when our fingers brushed together he kept a greater distance from us. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and wrapped my cardigan tighter around me.

Shoving his hands into his pockets Zayn finally spoke up "We went to the hospital." while his mother raised an eyebrow. "Lexi had a miscarriage."

I don't know if I had imagined her eyes widening or her mouth dropping opened as she looked at me or even the fact that she had approached and folded me into her warm embrace.

At first I was confused -just like Zayn- that she was holding me. I don't think that she had ever held me like this for a long time- I guess since the wedding. I didn't really know what to do, but when I caught Zayn smiling to himself I guess the feeling was natural and I soon melted into her embrace.

She pulled back a few minutes letting her hands cradle my own. "You never told me?"

"we didn't want to form a distraction from grandpa's funeral." Zayn shrugged "we were planning on telling you soon."

I could tell Tricia wanted to speak to Zayn alone, she had come to our house for a specific reason, but given our present situation she had to be "sympathetic" to me. Even though she shot me a sad smile and even held me in her arms I couldn't help but feel like it was all fake. Her attitude towards me was fake.

As soon as she had pulled away I excused myself for a long hot shower. I was hoping that the steam of the shower would block out all the thoughts that clouded in my mind, but this alone time only seemed to cloud me with even more thoughts.

I felt fat, ugly, useless, failure, the worst wife/soon-to-be mother and the numbing pain in my lower half just seemed to emphasise that. I scrubbed at my body till it was red, I let the water run down my body till my feet burned.