Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 65.

Donald

Boredom has been my friend for two months now leading my brain into insanity because it has no new information to pry on or a particular notion to stimulate it. It's sad to say I found myself being consumed in someone else when the only person I should be consuming myself with is Donald. The idea of someone not caring about me leaves my heart having a blockage of flow in the dark where no one can see or witness it, it's happening. It's well known most people I've had encounters with don't even share a small percentage of the adoration I have for them despite me not saying a word for the most part. My eyes never lie, only having the occupation of glistening the truth. That's all anyone needs. Maybe they're too absorbed in the next person that doesn't care about them, blinded by the goodwill I could do for them. All my brain has now is melodies. Melodies continuously flowing into my brain, never ending poignant scenarios that I'd like to happen but they're not going to. Melodies along with chaos. Ha, I could call that melodies and chaosity.

I took what she said in consideration because it's a great theory that should be debated upon. I came to my senses hours later, deciding to question Jade.

"Oh my fucking goodness, are you pregnant or not?" Exhaling a sharp sigh, I lay my head against the headboard of my bed patiently waiting for my head to explode from the racetracks she's taking me around. She won't exactly give me a direct answer and it's upsetting me.

"I—"

"Can you stop fucking playing and just answer? You keep trying to play these mind games with me. Just answer directly so I can get off the phone with you. I'm tired of you already and you barely said anything." Rambling off, I curse a couple of times annoyed at her. I'm finally able to decipher the tricks and riddles she tried to make difficult for me to see, but now they're easy to solve. "I know you didn't use a condom so I'm asking if you remember if I came in you or not."

"And how'd you come up with that idea? Because I know you wouldn't have thought about this with your own brain." She retaliates smoothly. Her smart mouth kills me and not in a good way. She's conniving. "Has someone been whispering into your ear, Donny?"

"Chill with that name, I'm Donald to—actually don't call me anything. I'm nothing to you. Just call me Unknown. I don't fuck with you." I bluntly admit with venom spewing across my voice. It's very true I developed a great disliking towards her over the months since everything happened. I'm finally standing up to her.

"Wow, you've been so bold lately." She whispers.

"Because I'm tired of you.. what the fuck you thought? Do you not remember anything? Yo old ass developing Alzheimer's already?" I question backing away from the phone. The stupidity she's presenting is cringeworthy now that I've become a bit conscious lately. "Stop going off topic and answer the question, please."

"You did cum in me.." She trails off. Closing my eyes, I curse beneath my breath. My skin covering the Skelton of my bony fingers shake at a tremendous pace nonstop. I gently wipe the sweat across my forehead that was forming away. Clenching my jaw twice, I'm not sure if I should be angry or not. I wouldn't want to be angry at the baby because it's not its fault for randomly appearing. It's our fault, mostly being hers and I don't want it to feel like a burden. I just don't want a baby with a chicken head like her. No child deserves a chicken head as a mother.

"D-Did I really?" I pant.

"Yes, you did. Quite fast this time." She chuckles mischievously to herself sending shivers down my spine. "But I'm not pregnant."

"Wait what?" I shake my head with my eyes closed. I leap up from my bed, leaning onto one of my shelves as I glance up at myself in the mirror. "How are you not pregnant if I—"