What's Done is Done

Chapter 13

Two weeks has passed by. Welcome to week twenty one of my pregnancy. I think to myself, smiling, as I wake up on Thursday, January 20. 

Just twenty one weeks - roughly four and a half months - to go!

I change into a gray hoodie, black yoga pants, and brown Ugg boots. I had switched to maternity clothes about a month ago. I swear, maternity clothes are so frigging ugly! There are a few cute ones, though, of which I buy, of course. 

The hoodie, unfortunately, so doesn't hide my huge, expansive belly. Since I'm carrying twins, I'm bigger than most pregnant women who are at this stage of pregnancy. I try not to care, but I am a teenage girl so I'm naturally insecure about my looks.

The insults shot at me from kids at school still hadn't come to an end. As I walk slowly down the hallway, I hear them saying things like: "Fatty" and "Slut" and "Whore" and "Skank" and countless other comments. 

I see Brandon standing by my locker and I run over to him with a big grin spread across my face. Whenever I'm with Brandon, I'm in a happy place, and I forget all those bullies surrounding me. Brandon absolutely brightens up my world, and I'm so lucky to have him.

"Good morning, Allie Bear," Brandon greets, smiling, and clasps his arms around my waist and gives me a bear hug.

I snuggle up underneath his arms. Mmm. Whenever we hug, I get a warm and fuzzy feeling. It's as if Brandon is protecting me, keeping me warm, and making sure that I'm loved. 

Brandon is truly the kindest, sweetest, most caring guy ever. At least, one who's in high school.

I mean, come on, let's face it. Most high school boys are jerks. Assholes. Dickheads. Most of them  want one and only thing: getting in girls' panties. And if the girl gets pregnant, they run away. 

I should've known that Daniel was one of those boys. He was exactly like every other high school boy. He didn't love me. He only wanted me to get in my panties. I remembered him constantly asking me to have sex with him ever since we started dating, and I kept saying no. I remembered that when I finally said yes, I didn't really and truly want to do it with him. Not at first. After doing it with him, I liked it a lot, it pleasured me, and it felt like we were in love, which was why I decided to be in a sexual relationship with him. And, man, did I ever regret it! I should've known that he didn't love me...

For several weeks after we had broken up, I cried every single night. I missed him terribly. I wanted us to be together forever. I especially wanted him so he could be the father of my twins, a man he would help me raise them, take care of them, and shower them with lots and lots of love. He didn't fulfill my wishes; instead he tore up my heart into millions of pieces. 

Daniel Walker was a typical high school boy; a jerk, an asshole, and a dickhead.

"Good morning to you too, Brandy Bear," I reply, giggling.

I pull away from him, lean against my locker, and pat my belly, letting out an "ugh".

"Are you okay, Allison?" He asks, looking at me with concern glazing in his eyes.

I nod my head and smile wearily. "Yeah, I'm fine. The babies just kicked me really, really hard. They're feisty ones." I chuckle, patting my belly.

Brandon chuckles. "Um, may I feel the kicks?"

I grin, so happy he has asked me that. "Sure!"

I grab Brandon's hand and place it on my stomach just above my belly button. There are two kicks, then two more kicks followed by two kicks. It feels like stabs to me, it kinda hurts because they're so rough, but it also makes me smile like a goony.

"That's just...awesome," Brandon tells me in awe, grinning.

He pulls away from my stomach. Then he makes a surprising confession, "I wish that I was the father, not that Daniel guy."

I smile and sigh. "Me too. You're super nice."

He chuckles. "The twins deserve a daddy. At least they have a terrific mommy."

"Thanks," I say with a smile.

I swear, my smile never fades whenever I'm with Brandon! I wasn't always smiling when I was with Daniel...

I open my locker, grab my things I need for the first two classes, and shut the locker.

I turn around and I notice that Brandon's face has turned extremely pale like an Albino.

"What's wrong, Brand?" I ask worriedly.

"Well, well, well," I hear a deep, menacing voice that sounds very familiar.

Predicting that I know who it is, I turn around and I'm face-to-face with Daniel Walker.