Happily Ever After

Chapter 11

There’s no way. No. Just no. My mind was racing as I tried to think of another reason on why my period was this late. Stress! I thought. Definitely stress! This whole Nathan situation has made me very stressed and heart broken. This had to be it. I smiled to myself as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. As soon as I’m no longer stressed everything will get right back on track, I was sure of it. I turned and rested my forehead against the cool floor. 

Chelsea and Peggy walked into the bathroom and looked down at my fetal position. 

“Anna, honey, are you alright? Chelsea said you were throwing up?” Peggy asked in a nurturing tone.

“Yeah, I’m okay, I think it was the eggs I made this morning. I must not have fully cooked them and come down with food poisoning or something. I’m starting to feel a little better now.” I said, and it was true. My color was returning and the sickness seemed to pass as fast as it came. I slowly sat up right, and weakly flushed the toilet. 

“Okay honey, but let me and Chelsea help you upstairs to your bed, just lay down for the day and take it easy.” I nodded and let Chelsea and Peggy basically carry me up the stairs and place me into my bed. Peggy tucked the blankets around me and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Feel better, Anna.” 

Once Peggy left the room, Chelsea came over and sat on the bed. 

“Anna, are you okay?” Her facial features were turned up into a look of concern. 

“I’ll be fine Chels, it was just a little bit of raw eggs.” 

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, when you got here, you were sad, and with obvious reason, but over the last two months you’ve become worse… so much worse. Like borderline depressed. You don’t speak unless spoken too, you hardly ever leave this room unless it’s to go to school or the bathroom. You’re just not you anymore…” Oh crap. 

“I’m fine, I promise. It’s just my mothers death has recently been weighing on me more. It’s like it’s finally sunk in that she’s not coming back. That’s all.” I lied. That may have been part of it, but not the main reason. But I couldn’t tell her that. I fixed my gaze on a nonexistent fuzz and pretended to pick it off of my blanket. Anything to avoid looking into her scrutinizing gaze. 

“It’s seems like there’s more to it Anna, what aren’t you telling me? You can tell me.. I’m your best friend.” My eyes darted to her face and I watched her lower lip tremble. She’d kill me if I told her. 

“I promise there isn’t Chelsea. I’d tell you. Why don’t you get under the covers with me, and we can watch a lifetime movie together? I know how you love those cheesy movies.” She giggled, and I knew that I had distracted her. 

         An hour and a half into our movie and Chelsea was out cold. I smiled at her sleeping figure and vowed to make a greater effort to not let my numbness affect her. But now that my sickness was gone and I didn't have Chelsea to distract me, my thoughts drifted to Nathan and to what he was doing. I missed him. I missed him so much. A loud slam of the front door shook me out of my thoughts. 

       "Fuck off, Natalie!" I heard Nathan shout from downstairs. "I don't want anything to do with you! You're a lying, cheating, whore!" 

       "Nathan please! I'm so sorry! I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing!" I head Natalie's whining voice plead. "Nathan please, I love you!" I snorted. 

       "Fuck you Natalie. Get off of my property and don't ever try to contact me again. I'm so done." And with that, I heard the front door shut loudly. 

       Nathan was home. And he didn't have a girlfriend anymore.