Arsen (Editing)

Satan Is Probably In Hell Right Now, Laughing At My Misery

Authors Note: I am so sorry it took me so long to upload and that this chapter is short and not my best work. I SWEAR the next one will be better, life just got out of hand recently and I wasn't able to keep up with everything. Arsen is my main focus right now though so please don't lose hope in me or this book, it'll soon take us all on one hell of a ride. (: Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, and votes every single time I upload.

You guys are the best.

XX- Mel.

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Right now, Chase is considering selling me on The Black Market. I know this, mostly because he told me, and partially because the little vein in his forehead was about to pop out of his head.

I got up at the crack of dawn this morning and couldn't go back to bed. That was when I overheard Chase on the phone. I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation, I really wasn't trying to pry, but he was yelling so I couldn't help but hear something.

When he got off the phone I went into his room to talk to him about it, it seemed like he could use a friend after all that yelling, and he told me he was on the phone with the girl he got pregnant. Chase shouldn't have told me who he was on the phone with, that's where he went wrong, because now I wanted to meet the mother of his child.

"You're not going to meet her!" Chase groaned, aggressively yanking the top of the milk jug off and pouring some over his cereal.

"I'll make you a better breakfast than Lucky Charms if you let me." I persuaded.

He shook his head. "There isn't a better breakfast; I will eat Lucky Charms everyday, for the rest of my life, if that's what it takes to end this conversation."

I shrugged. "I just want to meet her. We can grab coffee together and discuss the final plans for the baby."

"She's pregnant, she's not supposed to have coffee!" He yelled.

I sighed. "Fine, we will get her decaf."

"Amelia, everything is sorted between her and I. When the baby is born, it's coming to live with me, and the baby's mother will be going to an Ivy-League college. It was the only way she could convince her parents to let her keep her baby."

"You sound bitter." I commented.

"I am!" He exclaimed, throwing his uneaten cereal in the sink and sinking down onto the floor. "At first I thought she didn't want to get rid of the baby because she loves it and wants to be apart of the babies life, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. She wants to go to an Ivy League college. She wants to do whatever her parents want her to do. The only reason she's not getting an abortion is because she doesn't want to feel guilty."

"That's why you were yelling." I nodded, going to sit on the floor across from him. "I'm sorry I kept pushing to meet her. I just thought if she knew she had people who supported her, maybe she would decide to help you raise the baby."

"It was a nice thought, but she won't. After she gives birth, the baby is coming home with me, and she is headed off to Yale." Chase quoted, sarcastically. "I'm pretty sure the only reason she talks to me is because she needs me."

I felt bad for my brother. At first this girl seemed decent, but now her favorite past time seemed to be making Chase's life hell and that was supposed to be my job not hers. I hoped this pregnancy would go quickly, I was ready to bring my niece or nephew home, and move on with our lives.

"She's not important Chase, with or without her, your baby is going to be loved."

Chase nodded in agreement and stood up. "I have to go, I'm supposed to meet her for the ultrasound."

"Are you going to get baby pictures?" I asked him, accepting his hand up from the floor.

My brother grinned. "I hope so, although it's so early I probably won't be able to point it out for you."

I shrugged. "Just point around the general area where the baby should be and I'll tell you it's the cutest thing I've ever seen."

Chase laughed and grabbed his keys off the counter. "See ya!" He called over his shoulder.

Chase walked out the door and my phone buzzed, letting me know a text came through. Ashton had been texting me all morning, updating me on the grumpiness of his brother, and encouraging me to try and talk to him.

I did miss Arsen. I couldn't deny that, but his refusal to talk to me over something that happened while I was drunk, is ridiculous.

I stared at Arsen's number in my phone, debating whether or not to call him. I took a deep breath, pressed call, and prayed that it went straight to voicemail.

When the ringing stopped, leading me to believe he answered, I nearly lost my nerve and hung up.

"Arsen?" I asked when he didn't say anything.

"What do you want?" He lazily muttered.

"Can we talk, please?" I asked.

Before he could refuse my offer I spoke again. "Tonight on the balcony? I promise not to kiss you against your will again."

There was silence on the end of the line before I heard him sigh. "I'll see you tonight."

He hung up and I instantly felt jittery. I am so nervous to see him outside of school. I hated the fact that we were in this fight and I wanted to get through it, but something tells me it wasn't going to be as easy as I had hoped.

Rebecca has been fun to talk to in class, but Arsen truly feels like my only friend here, I'd like to get back to that.

The day passed slowly, I did every measly task that was needed to be done at home, hoping the time would pass quicker.

It didn't.

Satan was probably sitting in hell right now, laughing at my misery.

Mom walked into the kitchen when I was in the middle of scrubbing Dad's 'mystery dinner' off of one of our pans. Mom was still going through a hard time since she lost her baby so we have all had to pull a little extra weight around the house. Unfortunately that meant that Dad had to start cooking at meal times. I offered to cook at breakfast but usually around dinner I was studying so Dad volunteered to cook dinner.

This wouldn't be so bad, if his food was actually edible. He really tries his hardest, but Gordon Ramsey would cringe at the things my dad produced in this kitchen.

"Hey mom," I said, scrubbing harder at the pan and sighing when whatever my dad burnt in this pan, still refused to come off. "I don't think we can save this one." I told her, opening the trash can and throwing it in.

"I think I want to cook tonight." My mom commented, opening the fridge and peering inside. "We have nothing to eat though, I'm going to have to go to the store."

I threw my arms around my mother. "Oh Thank God!" I cried, as dramatically as I could. "This family might actually survive the winter now!"

My mom poked at my stomach. "Your dad's cooking isn't that bad." She tried to defend.

"You say that because you've never actually eaten something he's cooked before. I'm on to you woman, I found your hidden stash in the bottom drawer of your nightstand. I know you've been surviving off of chips and snickers bars, don't lie!"

She grinned and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. "How are you?" I mumbled into her shoulder.

She pulled away and fixed my hair with her fingers. "I'm doing better today, I feel happier."

I nodded. "That's good!"

My mom nodded. "It's great, it feels good."

"Do you want me to go to the store with you?" I asked her.

She shook her head. "No, I'll be fine, just make a list of things you need and I'll go in a bit."

"Okay." I agreed. "I'm glad you're doing better."

"Me too."

My mom walked out of the kitchen and back into her bedroom. I heard the shower start up minutes later and smiled. Things were starting to look up around here, maybe this was a sign that everything would go well with Arsen tonight.