Save Me from Myself

Chapter 47

Esme's POV

Well, I hate to be that person, but holy shit. Pregancy sucks. I've been beginning to get EXTREMELY emotional and my skin looks absolutely awful. Its only been 4 months!! I didn't think that it would happen that quickly.

Good news is: I've decided on my top 4 names!! Bad news is: I've yet to talk to Layla...

I decided that I should probably tell her, but I wanted to know what happened between her and Cali first. The curiousity was killing me.

When i asked Cali, she groaned. "You really want me to tell you?"

"Well yeah, that's why i asked. " I answered, sitting on the floor.

She sighed and sat down on the bed, "So it was the day after I got to see my sister and my mom and i got into a fight---"

"Wait WHAT?? You saw your sister??" I exclaimed. I missed so much while i was gone...

"Yes. Now shush." She ordered. I nodded and she continued. "I was super depressed because she was sent to fostercare. Don't comment on that. But anyways, she came into my room and somehow we got into the bulimia talk, and she got pissed and said that she understood why you stopped talking to me and after a while she told me to kill myself."

"WHAT??? LAYLA DID THAT??" I yelled angrily.

Cali rolled her eyes at me, "Calm your overly hormonal tits. That was a while ago. However, she still hasn't apologized to me."

...Overly hormonal tits?? Really? A pregancy home right now? God Cali.

"Well lets go talk to her! You can get her to apologize, then i can tell her the news."

She snorted, "Who said I wanted her apology? I don't want a friend that treats me like my mom used to. No thank you."

I frowned a little at her, "Just like you used to tell me, its her illness, not her."

She looked down sadly, "We can't keep using that as an excuse. We all do. Maybe she's just genuinely unkind. "

"Dude. Stop lying to yourself, get your ass up, and go talk to her. Or else in a few months you'll find her pregnant and crying in a bathroom floor and you're gonna have to make up on a gross floor."

She smirked, "Maybe later. You go talk to her first, slut."

"Fine, whore. Love ya." I answered, walking out the door, waving at her. Stubborn shit.

I approached Layla's room with caution. I really wanted to be friends with her again, and I had no clue if she had a lamp within reach.

I knocked on the door, and I heard her quietly answer, "come in."

"Hey Layla... " I said as I opened the door.

I heard her groan, and I saw her huddled in her bed. She was practically buried with blankets. She groaned again and said, "Fuck off."

"I actually came here to have a polite conversation with you, but if you can't handle that, then I'll be on my way."

She sighed and sat up, "Now what do you want?"

Ooh, a sentence without a curse word in it! Now we're getting somewhere. "I wanted to just tell you something and I was hoping that maybe we could be friends again."

"Well spit it out." She said, obviously uninterested.

Whatever. I'll tell her anyway. If she doesn't care, then she doesn't care. "I'm pregnant."

The reaction I got from her was worse than expected. She laughed so hard that she started to cry.

"Why are you laughing?? I'm serious." I said defensively.

She tried to calm down, and then she answered, "Oh I believe you. I just think that it's hilarious. Everyone calls me the slut, but here you are, pregnant at 17 years old. Fucking whore."

Ouch...

"Wow, Layla. At least I don't fuck every guy I see, like yourself. I'm pregnant because I was raped, what's your excuse for being a slut?" I growled, glaring at her. She didn't look surprised at all when I said that I was raped.

"Aww poor spoiled baby girl got raped. Boo fucking who. Shut the fuck up, Esme." She answered, just as aggressively as me.

I looked at her questioningly, and she sighed. "You really don't get it. Back in my house, I was the lying freak. My mom worked overtime almost every night, seeing as she was a teacher. My dad would rape me EVERY SINGLE FUCKING NIGHT OF MY CHILDHOOD. NO ONE BELIEVED ME. I WAS CRAZY. WHO WOULD BELIEVE THE CRAZY GIRL?? MY OWN FATHER TOOK MY VIRGINITY WHEN I WAS 7. HE CAUSED ME SO MUCH EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL PAIN, AND I HAD NO ONE TO CONFIDE IN. Except the voices, of course. They understood me. They... comforted me. So, yeah. I'm sorry you got pregnant, but don't expect me to be sympathetic."

My jaw dropped when she said all that, ""Oh my God Layla. Why didn't you tell us?"

She rubbed her eyes, "Because I hate it when people look at me the way you're looking at me right now. With pity. I don't want it, I don't need it. Go find someone that needs it. "

"Layla stop. I want to be your friend again, and I know that's what you want to. If me and Cali can make up, we all can. "

"...You and Cali made up?" She asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. And I miss you. So does Joey. So does Cali, even if she doesn't want to admit it. We miss you, and we're tired of this bitchy attitude. That's not you, and you know it."

She nodded, and everything was quiet for a minute. Then she asked, "Who raped you?"

"...Mason."

She nodded, "Some people are just too good to be true. I guess he was one of them."

I shrugged and enjoyed the silence. Then,she asked another question, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I'm not sure. I'll find out in a week or two " I answered. She nodded, and i smiled to myself.

Everything was perfect for the moment. Now all i had to do was get Layla and Cali to be friends again. Then, my life would be back to normal.

Well... almost.

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Happy update! Well... almost :-) Why, you ask? Well, I'm in a wonderful mood! Its almost summer and I'm happy! So therefore, enjoy the happy update! Thanks for reading!! I'm so glad that I have all of you guys supporting me and being the best people EVER. You guys keep me motivated and I can't thank you all enough. You guys are amazing :-)
♡♡Christal