If We're A Fairytale (Completed)

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

I didn't contact Nate for the rest of the week that I was absent. I made up my mind; I was determined to break it off with him though it was seriously hard. I couldn’t even start thinking a life without him in it.

My days were spent in my room and with my cream painted walls, my sheets drenched with tears but somehow at the end of it all, it could still absorb more of my tears the next day. Mom pursued me, telling me I should start going out of my room and indulge myself in activities that I would normally do. But normal was so out of vogue for me, I didn’t even know what normal meant now.

I was stuck with the thought of losing Nate.

My Nate.

He kept on coming to our house begging to talk to me but my mom told him to leave me alone for a while. Mom didn’t like it. Firstly because she sincerely liked Nate, I guess she pictured my future with him in it too, that was how serious we were to each other; secondly because she was still egging me to tell Nate about my pregnancy. I didn’t like that.

After three days, he stopped coming completely. I never showed it but it was breaking me, it was killing me that he gave up that easily. How could he give up that easily? Then a realization dawned on me, maybe it wasn’t like how I thought it to be, and maybe Nate didn’t see his future with me in it. God, that hurts. Maybe because deep inside me, there was this tiny flicker of hope that maybe if he insistently pushed through my walls, then I would learn to forget every single thing that  had happened to me and maybe we can pretend that all is well in our own little world.

But he gave up rather so easily and I couldn’t blame him. I pushed Nate away.

Amy told me that there were some rumors saying that Nate and I broke up and he was already seeing Jessica, the bitchy cheerleader, stereotypical whore. I knew she was crazy about Nate, it was pretty obvious, but I never knew Nate was interested to her. Maybe she was the girl that answered his phone for him that Saturday night. Up until now, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the absurd idea of Nate cheating on me. He wasn’t the type to do it, but that was what I also thought about Anthon – that he wasn’t capable of molesting me.

My heart felt so heavy inside my chest cavity that it was so uncomfortable, I felt my eyes burn; making me shut them just to ease the urge to bawl.

It hurts like crazy, scarring me further to the point of no recovery. Though I was dying inside, Amy and Mom were always beside me...supporting me.

I pretended that was all that I needed.

Pretended.

I fixed my hair up in a tight bun, applied light mascara and colorless lip-gloss. I put on my black tank top and stretchable jeans so not to suffocate my growing belly. It was not yet obvious but I was getting more and more self conscious. I was paranoid, actually humiliated and scared about what people would say about me so I settled on hiding it beneath loose cloths.

Amy was waiting for me at the living room – that part of the house always made me cringe and most of the time, made me relive all the horrifying events that had happened there. Mom told me that after our graduation, she’d out the house up for sale and we would go out of state. Settle down somewhere else, far from the painful memories.

Amy was going to stay by my side all day at school, a direct order from my mom. Everyone was looking at me funnily but I ignored them all. I was just paranoid that they could see the bulge of my belly or maybe it was about the breakup of the perfect couple.

 “Don't worry, Nate is not here. He's not around for almost two days." Amy whispered in my ears. I was shocked to say the least was an understatement.