This is life.

38 ➤ To be used *mature*

A/N- pic on the side of her lingerie, its kind of over the top i know but i'm in love with it, too bad playboy is too expensive T.T 

At Bras N' Things ONE playboy bra is over $70!

please dont forget to comment, vote and follow, it would mean alot! enjoy the chapter, the next one might not be up for a while seeing as school starts tmrw for me, fuck my life! wish me luck lambs, i think i'll need it xx

It's been days since Channing decided to try and make me take a pregnancy test. I've been silent ever since, still too angry to even bring it up. How dare he put that stress on me? I know for a fact that I am not pregnant. He doesn't know a single thing about me or my body, there's no way he could be sure.

Dick.

I'm lying on the bed in the playroom; half of my body is on Amy's lap, her legs crossed neatly as she tells me more problems about her 'job' as she gently massages my shoulders. She's still oblivious by the way; I'd like it to stay like this.

"I mean I know I can be a bitch sometimes but I didn't know that Bobby hated me so much to do that!"

"He literally punches you?" I asked again in disbelief.

"Uh-huh!"

"No way."

"Yes way!"

"Is that why you have that massive bruise on your face?"

"Yes, god don't remind me, I feel hideous enough knowing it's there."

"How long again did you say you knew him?"

"2 freaking years."

"And he snapped," I paused to moan in delight at her touch. "Just like that?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?"

"Well I cried because it hurt! But then I lost my temper and I shot him."

"Really?"

"Well he pissed me off! You don't just go hitting a girl like that, it bloody hurts."

Yeah I know the feeling.

"Is he alright?"

"I dunno. I left him bleeding; I shot him in the leg by the way. I told him to explain himself when he can....and also told him he was lucky I only shot him once considering I came for some shit I never got."

I wanted to say something else in return but my mouth is busy moaning some more at her touch. She chuckles.

"Enjoying yourself there, babe?"

"Mmhm..."

For a few minutes everything is peacefully silent, nothing heard except for our quiet breaths every other second. It's moments like this where I'm not sad to admit I'd rather this situation then being back with Jason.

Suddenly I feel a familiar sharp pain in the pit of my stomach, my chest restricts and becomes tighter then a snake's grip. I place my hand on my chest; my heart is beating at a rapid pace. Not another second goes by and I realise, I can't seem to breathe. I try, and I try again. But my airway is tied in a knot. My head is suddenly 100 pounds and I don't think. I can't. Its a few minutes later where it becomes unbearable, it feels as if my whole body is as dense as a sink hole. I haven't yet let out a sound but Amy somehow realises that I'm not okay. "Why are you looking at me like I'm on fire?" She questions. Her eyes widen and she panics, almost immediately.

"Why aren't you breathing?" Amy cries. It's when I try to speak where my chest hurts even more. "Fuck, fuck," She curses. She gently shifts from beneath me and places a pillow underneath my aching head. Every slight movement feels like thick broken glass moving underneath my skin roughly. "I need you to listen carefully and tell me," Amy speaks slowly. "Are you on anything? Have you taken anything at all today?" She tries. Her eyes are glassy now; her voice is strained and laced with stress. Very tiredly I shake my head. It's true. I haven't taken anything since yesterday, that's a good 30 hours.