Chapter 64

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The smell of cherries fills my nose causing me to smile thinking of the summer in San Diego when my mother made a cherry pie. That was when I was nine. That was the best year of my life. My eyes slide open to reveal a new room, well this is odd. I am laying on my left side and my body feels so healthy, the most in my entire life. I slowly stretch feeling so great and slowly trying to get out of bed but my legs feel a bit weak but enough to get me walking. I stare down at the cold floor but I cant see my toes, because a giant bolder is blocking the way. I don’t remember this being here yesterday? How can I be fat if im twelve?

I shake the feeling and continue walking until I find a mirror to see how I look. I am going to be late to school! I stare in the mirror and to my horror I am so much more older. My face looks mature and my boobs are massive. My stomach is perfectly round and bulging out of my tanktop to where you can see a small slit of my belly. I wear a robe and under where over this. My hands trace my face to see this new discovery investigating myself and I don’t like it. My boobs hurt very badly and my stomach keeps moving. Wait what? Am I pregnant! A scream forces out of me as I run out of my room down a hall finding stares and running up them. I shove open a door at the top to show a brilliant looking room. This looks like a castle in here. No one is in here. My eyes spot another door on the other side and I quickly hurry to that opening the door to reveal like seven people sleeping all around. But this isn’t a time to be sleeping, I am having a crisis.

“Mom! What happened to me?” I bark and she immediately jumps to her feet along with everyone else. Everyone looks so old, especially my mom. Her hair has started to grey. She quickly comes over to me to hug me along with everyone else. Their body heat is making me uncomfortable. “No! Get off me! Don’t touch me!” The intensity of my voice even scares me. “Mom, I am sorry, but what happened to me? Why are we not at home? Why do I look like this? Why are all these people here?” I blubber out freaking out myself. She looks to me horrified because she realized what is wrong with me.

“Do you not remember anything?”

“I remember yesterday I went to school and a guy called me a slut. I failed my algebra test and then I went to sleep with no food, now I wake up with boobs, and I’m pregnant and I look older than twelve!” I throw a fit in front of her and another girl comes near me far bigger than I am, she wobbles as she walks and stares at me confused.

“What happened to her?”

“Mom pleases help me I don’t know any of these people they are scaring me.” I slowly back away from the strange people until I see Tommy in the background peeking through staring at me. “Tommy? Why do you look so old?”

“Sweet heart you are seventeen.” An older man comes near me and he looks a bit familiar but he can’t be?

“Daddy? What are you doing here?” My hand brushes against the door knob and they all stand closer to me making me panic, my palms are sweaty and my heart is pounding in fear. My stomach becomes tight and uncomfortable. My hands dart to it feeling how uncomfortable it is and I begin to panic even more. I am twelve years old and I am about to have a baby and they think I am seventeen? I bolt out of the room trying to run but it’s kind of hard to, with my belly.

“Belle just calm down let’s talk about this.” A very attractive voice calls to me but I only want to explode. I race into another room slamming the giant doors behind me jumping into our leather chair cuddling up in a ball. My tears flow down my face in confusion, I hate being confused. The door opens to reveal the older man and I quickly scurry into a farther corner away from him. The man looks startled and confused himself. He puts his hands up and I notice he has a wedding ring on but why is he trying to come near me? I just want some time to myself. The baby kicks like crazy in my stomach like it knows him. The tears flow faster down my face begging.

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