Cali's POV
When I heard that Esme was having twins, I was probably the most excited I've been in years. I'm gonna be an "aunt" to two babies!!! I mean, I'm not actually related to Esme, but if I'm gonna be there when she gives birth, I'm gonna call myself their aunt. So there.
On our way back to the asylum, Esme was shaking a lot, but I was jumping with joy. "Aren't you excited??" I asked.
She glared at me, "Nope."
Ugh. Party pooper. "And why not? You're breaking my heart, hun. I know you don't want these kids, but you don't exactly have a choice anymore."
"I'm aware of that. But how could I be excited?? I'm bringing two innocent children into this world to live a mediocre life with an awful mother and a nonexistent father. What's the point? And it's going to hurt so much... God. Its not even my fault, why the fuck did I have to get pregnant??" She groaned. The driver glanced at her then turned around slowly. Me too Mr. Driver man. Me too.
"Girl you need to calm down with all the negativity. And when I say you need to stop being negative, you know I'm right. And they'll have a fine life, I mean, you're leaving the asylum a few weeks after they're born. It'll be fine." I answered patting her on the shoulder.
She shoved my hand away, "I don't even want these demons." She mumbled.
K, now she's starting to sound like my mom, and that's a no no. "Esme stop. I know you don't want these kids,but they're still yours, and I will not let you call them demons. The douche that raped you is a demon, they're not---" she interrupted me.
"Cali. Stop talking about Mason like that. He made a mistake. We all make mistakes." She answered defensively.
Oh my fucking God. She's defending the dick that raped her. "Esme I can't believe you. You're defending the douchebag that raped you on the side of the road, then left you to rot. He didn't care what happened to you. He got you pregnant, and I bet he doesn't even care." I argued. I hate fighting with her, but I also hate when people are idiots.
"CALI I LOVE HIM. I ALWAYS HAVE. I WON'T STOP BECAUSE HE MADE A SINGLE MISTAKE. HE SAVED ME." She yelled at me. I felt so bad for the driver.
God she can be so stupid. How could you love someone after they raped you? Then again, I don't know anything about love. But still, it makes no sense to me. "Fine Esme. You love him. But everyone has motives. You ever thought about his motives for saving you? Because I think he got what he wanted, and now he's gone."
"Don't talk about him like that. He loves me. He told me so." She grumbled.
Shush Cali. Don't say it... Oops...Can't stop myself. "While he was fucking you?"
She gasped at me, but she didn't say anything. After a while, she nodded. My point has been proven. "Sorry. That was a little harsh." I apologized.
She nodded, "It's alright. You're still a virgin, you wouldn't understand. "
Ooh yikes. Okay, I might've deserved that one. I could be mean and answer 'At least I'm not 17 and pregnant' but I have manners. "Alright, I definitely deserved that one." I answered.
She nodded, "Uh huh. Now fuck off before you upset the pregnant girl."
I saluted to her, "Yes ma'am." And she smacked me on the head.
When we told Joey and Layla the results of the test, they were eccentric. Everyone was happy, and everything was good for the moment.
And lord knows, we all need some good in our lives. Even if it's only for a moment.
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I'm on a road trip, so I decided that while I'm in the car for 8 and a half hours I should write an update. I considered writing a huge dramatic update, but I thought you guys should get a break from all the drama. However, what would this chapter be without a little drama :) Well thanks for reading, voting, and possibly commenting. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and if any of you have anything to suggest for my story, please go ahead, I would love to hear your suggestions :) Thanks for reading!
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