Red Lips; Paulo Dybala

Sick

Sweat stuck on her forehead, clinging on to her body. Her bones were frail and their was a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt as if a train had ran her over.  Sighing, she sat up feeling the unwelcoming feeling of the acid coming up her throat. Tears brimmed her eyes as she ran off to the bathroom. Were it seemed the all her sorrows were coming out of her.

Celine was sick. It wasn't the 'I got the flu' type of sick. It was the type that was making her question, if her life was ever going to be okay after this. Paulo stood in the middle of the doorway looking at Celine who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. Her usually caramel skin was pale and she seemed so lifeless. It was a clench in his heart watching how life was winning the battle over her.

"Celine." His voice came out timid and unsure if it was best to be here. Yet he wanted to go and hold her in his arms. Celine opened her eyes, starring at him, her brown eyes lifeless and dull. She let out a groan feeling the same feeling in her stomach, "Are you okay?"

Celine closed her eyes letting a deep breath, "Peachy." She muttered, using her strength to get herself up from the cool tiles. Paulo sighed. He had been doing lot of lately.  He slowly approached Celine who brushed her teeth. Celine looked at him through the glass. They looked at each other, gazing at each other. Who knew it would be the last time Celine would step foot into the house. Who knew it was the last time they would look at each other, with intensity as if they were talking to each other with their eyes.

"I'm going to be late." Celine mumbled, looking down at her bare feet. Her mind was racing, refusing the thought that was in bold and wide letters. Pregnant. She was trying to deny all hopes of her being pregnant. She wasn't going to be the one to bring a child into a world, when she was still a child herself. When she didn't know if Paulo was still the man she would spend the rest of her life.

Pulling her hair into a ponytail. Celine grabbed the coat from the closet. Knowing very well she wasn't to attend school that day. She would go to the nearest pharmacy and her fears would come to life. She knew, something told her that indeed she was pregnant. She knew that she was carrying a fetus that was half of her and him. A baby that was made with love that they once shared between them.

She stared at the test, she needed the certainty that told her that she was pregnant. How was she going to tell Paulo when they could barely see eyebto eye. Tears brimmed her eyes, when it showed to be positive. A weight rested on her shoulders, making her break down.

Stuffing the test in her coat pocket, she walked out the bathroom and towards the parking lot. Where the sun was peaking through the clouds, melting the snow. Celine would look back to that day just a few months from now when she had her baby wrapped in swaddling clothing.

Where would she go now? How would she raise a child? Celine hailed a taxi, knowing well where her destination was taking her. It was taking back to Paulo's arms. Where they would try to work their relationship. For the sake of the unborn child in theirs.

Oh was it silly of her to think of that. They would never work it out. She would leave that house broken and confused. Wishing she had never gotten pregnant. Wishing she had had ever met him in that supermarket. She would never see him again, but her heart would always ache for him. It would always belong to him, because he would be the only man she truly ever loved.

And at that moment, when Celine walked through the door. There was nothing that could have helped her prepare for that moment, where she felt her heart get stomped on. It wasn't like a test where she could study it, and pass. This was were she felt like a failure, because she lost him.

His lips were locked on Antonella's. Her hands were reaching desperately for the ends of his shirt. Trying to have him as closer to her as possible. Paulo let her out of an instinct. His heart wasn't there. His mind was wishing it was Celine's hand, instead of hers. He was vulnerable, he was desperate. He hadn't even seen Celine's eyes properly on weeks, yet alone had any sort of intimacy in weeks.

He would look back at this day, wishing thunder or lighting had just struck him. He could never forgive himself for letting her go. For putting her in spot. The way her eyes looked at him, yelling at him. Wishing they were more for him. She was. She was all Paulo wanted, all he craved for.

It was Celine's whimper that made him push Antonella off him. Their eyes met, yet he wished he didn't see her there looking so broken. Celine clutched the test in her hand, tightly. Wishing it to be gone, just like that baby she was carrying. She wanted nothing of him, yet she wanted everything of him.

There was un ache, it was unexplainable. She had never felt something like that before. Emptiness. Paulo's face read sorry, trying to reach for her. Trying to explain to her that it meant nothing, but Celine's was out the door.

Her tears coming harder and questioning herself where she was cut off short in expectations for him. She knew that answer. Everyone knew the answer. She was kid! She was nothing compared to the super models he could have. She knew it was only a matter of time before he were to depose of her like trash. But she would never, because she was carrying someone that would remind her so much of him.

"Celine." He cried out. His eyes begging her to stay.

Celine turned, wiping her tears away, "You know," She started, venom was to drip, "You always proved me wrong. Always said one thing, but meant another. Age was always an issue for us, though you tried to deny it. Paulo I'm not even mad at you, I'm mad at myself." She trailed off looking at him for the last time.

"I hope you're happy in hell." Paulo was left there standing in the middle of the street watching her leave him. He would come to regret the day he didn't stop her, where he didn't beg her to come back. At that point he would leave football for her. But he didn't he stood their watching her like an idiot as she left him.

Celine wished things had never gone so far. What had seemed to be a one time thing turned into months. She wished she didn't have to go back home, but that was all she had left. Her family. But there she was standing in the middle of the living room, all eyes on her as she broke down. Her body falling down with her. Sofia raced to hold her daughter, Celine letting her. Wanting to have her mother tell her everything was going to be alright.

Teary eyed Celine looked at her mothers eyes, a sense of reassurance knowing that her mother wasn't going anywhere, "I'm so sorry, mama." She whispered, clinging onto her mother, "So, sorry." Sofia didn't question it. She didn't even ask herself why her daughter wasn't at school. She just knew how good her heart felt knowing that she had her baby girl in her arms.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, princess." Sofia looked at Celine, whose tears continued to stream down, "I'm the one that's sorry." By now her sisters were on the ground with them, looking at their rebellious little sister, who finally was broken.

Celine shook her head, swallowing hard, "I'm pregnant." She cried. Her mother felt her heart sink, as she grabbed Celine closer to her. Her first reaction was to hold her, hold her close to her, "I'm so sorry I'm not the daughter you want me to be. To disappoint you."

Sofia shook her head, her own eyes filled with tears. She smiled softly looking at her daughter, "We are gonna get through this." She nodded. That's all Celine wanted to hear, that she wasn't alone, "As a family."

My heart was in pain as I wrote this! Will Celine keep the baby?
I can't wait to get into part 2 of this story!

Blessings,
Lexi