Our Life *A Lesy Story*

Chapter sixteen-All Alone

I walk upstairs going straight to my bathroom and turning my shower on. I had just found out that I was pregnant a few months ago. It's so weird because last night it felt like I was being proposed to by the "love of my life" but really, last night I was packing my clothes for me to take a trip to America.  I was leaving for America because I needed a break. A break not only from London, but from everything I have been through.

My nana, my father, and let's not get started on my bloody mother..

My body relaxes as the heated water splashes against my skin. It was like a medicine that soothed my body when it was tired or sore.

I wish I could at least see her...I don't know how, but I know I'm going to have to open up and tell her about me being pregnant. I'm scared of her reaction, oh yes I am. But really, I just want to go to America and take a break from all of this...drama?

-flashback to when Jesy went back to her house to get her things and talk to Leigh-Anne-

After I pulled in the driveway, I saw that Leigh wasn't back from work yet. It was only 2:30 and she wouldn't be back for another half an hour.

It was so weird. Walking into my- our house after a few days. It kind of gave me the chills. Like when you see something scary. I want to go straight upstairs and take a nice, long nap before Leigh comes home. That's what I always came home and did. But I can't. It would make things awkward and I wouldn't be sticking to the "plan". Which was hurry up and get your belongings and get the fuck out of there.

I didn't want her to come home and see my car in her driveway. Because I know things will be different after today.

As I'm packing my shoes, I hear the door open. "Jesy?" I hear that familiar voice that bounces around in my head, through my ears. She is home ten minuets earlier. I'm not sure how to react. So I throw all of my luggage in my suitcase in the back of the closet as fast as I can.

I run to the bed and sit on it. I hear footsteps approaching the door that I closed for no reason, and I pretend to go to sleep which was the worst thing I could have ever done in my life.

"Oh my god your here!" She screams and jumped on me with hugs and kisses. I groan and act like I was sleeping.

"What are you doing here?" She asked me like nothing happened. Like she didn't just break my heart three days ago. I shudder and a chill runs down my arms. Her touch makes me go weak like every time she touched me, like before.

"I-I em..." I can't find the right words. I want to say what I'm really here for, but I don't. "I'm hurt." I say. She gives me a shocked look. Almost like she was hurt. "Look please Jes. It wasn't my intention to have sex-"

"Just let me talk okay? I just want to say what I need to say that's been built up in my head for the past three days." I cut her off. I tear up and I don't want want to cry. Not right here. Not right now. "You said those word to me. It was like....a bullet hit my in every place of my body. It hurt me. You hurt me. I can't even find myself to think that my fiancé cheated on me with her ex. And that's not the best part love. The best part is you made me do things I regret in some way." I explain. She has a plain and simple look on her face.

And then she breaks down.

She breaks down so hard, that I can tell she is hurt and I cry just as much. "P-please Jes." She begged me as she sobbed. "I can't d-do this without you." She took my hands and looked into me eyes.