Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

Karleigh's POV

Harry's been the only thought consuming my mind for the past three weeks, but I've been desperately trying to distract myself.

I've been spending my time aimlessly job hunting and working on my shitty communication skills. Aunt Jocelyn and I are seeming to fall into good habits and a steady relationship, stronger than the one between my Mother and I.

Mom's been agitating me with every chance and phone call she receives. She's continuously talking some rubbish about Michael and how he misses me and I should allow him to come visit. But repeatedly I tell her, I'm no longer involved with Michael, nor do I want to be.

With every mention of Michael's name from my mothers mouth, I'm only reminded of the daze she went through after my Father's passing and how she never noticed the bruises and beatings on my body until it was far too late. The fact that she's even trying to persuade me into a associating with him, proves how completely oblivious she was to the reality of mine and Michael's past relationship. More like relation-shit.

Aunt Jocelyn and I have spoken a few times on the subject of me possibly getting my own place, or maybe even moving back to Atlanta. The thought of leaving here kind of makes me blue, although I don't remember much from the nine months that I've lived here, I've grown comfortable here.

But being so close to Harry yet so far, is like ripping out my insides and stuffing them back in, and frankly, I can only take so much.

It's been almost a month since I've seen Harry last, when I told him I was pregnant. He tries calling from time to time but I always ignore them. Granted, I can't seem to ignore his consistent voicemails, and those are what pain me the most; more than any pregnancy pain I've come to endure.

Today, I have a job interview at a bar and grill that's a few blocks down the road. This will be my first official job that doesn't include my boyfriend obtaining drugs. That's what Michael used to do, he'd drag me around to places with him while he traded and supplied people with drugs.

Harry would never do that, sell drugs and shit.

That thought alone, makes me thoughtful. I'm not sure why I suddenly compared Harry to Michael, or why I classified Harry under the subjects of boyfriends. He's not my boyfriend anyways.

I look on the mirror at the outfit I've selected. Although I'm a fairly slender girl, my stomach is now the only feature you can see about me. Being five months pregnant will do that to you.

I'm wearing a teal blouse that is loose around my stomach and white maternity jeans with some sandals. My layered hair is falling down my shoulders in loose waves. The longer I stare in the mirror, the shittier I start to look. Deep purple bags pull unwanted attention to my dull blue eyes. My cheekbones look hollow and even though my stomach is enormous, I look as if I've lost weight.

Tearing my eyes away from my reflection, I exit my bathroom.

Aunt Jocelyn is already waiting for me when I step into the living room. She jingled the car keys and opens the front door for me to waddle through. She does this all the time now, hold doors open for me and help me get into cars. I act as of its annoying, but I'd never admit how helpful it really is.

"You excited?" She asks when she gets into the car. The air conditioning is blasting out of the vents and I don't answer until I've had some time to cool off.

"I guess, I don't know." I murmur lazily.

"Your mom called asking about you." Aunt Jocelyn tells me. Part of me wants to be glad she called, but something deep within is agitated and pissed off. I give Aunt Jocelyn a weak shrug. "She was thinking about flying down for a visit, to check up on you." She continues.