Chapter Two
Amy was going to stay overnight in my house this weekend to have a girl's night out since Nate cancelled on me, again. My mom was out on a business trip; she was a commissioning editor of some major publishing company so she was out most of the time and I didn’t mind that, it didn’t change the fact the she was still the best mom a girl could have. She has a boyfriend though, and they have been getting it on for four months now. It was okay to me since she was happy and the guy seemed to love her equally.
Anthon was a salesman or something along that line. I didn’t know that much about him except for some things my mom would tell me because I didn’t like the guy personally. He always sent me creeps and every time he was visiting her here at home, I would catch him looking at me differently, as if I was a prey waiting to be devoured. Maybe I was just weird or paranoid, or maybe a tad bit overprotective of my mom, thus the weird feelings.
I avoided him as much as possible and I always made sure I was never left alone with him, maybe it was my instincts or maybe I just didn’t like him at all. The fact that I would always only like my dad for my mom would never change and maybe that was another factor why I didn’t like Anthon.
Amy ordered pizza, and I felt nauseous just by the mere thought of it so I ordered Chinese instead. She looked at me weirdly during the entire dinner and I tried my best to ignore her. After we ate, we settled in the living room and I chose the first movie we were going to watch.
"Put it in, wait for me..." I said and ran to the bathroom upstairs. Ugh... I vomited everything again. I wondered how I was gaining weight when I vomit every time I put something on my mouth. I went back to the living room and noticed that Amy was just sitting there; she did not set up the movie.
"What's wrong?" I asked, shooting her a weary glance, and sat on the couch beside her. I took the DVD case from the coffee table.
"When was your last period?" She asked seriously. What's wrong with her?
"I don't know. Let's see..." I pondered about it and mentally calculated the days "... January 18th?" I said. I skipped a month and a half already. Okay, that's weird.
I shrugged it off, mainly because I refused to even think about it.
"And you feel nauseous?" she fired another question. I noticed that she was sweating and I looked at her weirdly, scrunching my nose up. She was getting weirder by the second and I hate to admit it but she was getting into my barrier.
"Yeah, that's normal, I think. Maybe I ate something wrong." I said a little bit defensive, and inserted the DVD on the player as I crouched in front of the cabinet it was placed on.
"You vomit... All the time?" she continued as though mainly talking to herself now. I ignored her. I didn’t know where she was going with this. Though, at the back of my mind, an unimaginable idea kept on popping out. I refused to even think about it.
Moreover, my mind kept on going to Nate. He has not called yet; he said he was going to call!
"You put on weight,” she breathed. I still ignored her. And now she was saying I'm fat.
"Jane." she whispered, her eyes wide and her face pale.
"Okay, stop that, we're not in some kind of a suspense movie so stop acting like there's a serial killer in the house." I scolded her while trying to sound funny. She stood abruptly, took her jacket hanging on the rack and grabbed me by the hand.
"What?" I asked feeling irritated as she insistently tugged at me. "Why are you so weird?" I scowled, but she continued dragging me towards the door.
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