It's been 168 hours since I last saw Brad. One full week. Enough time for me to fly all the way home, move all of my things back into my moms house and not even attempt to leave my room.
I haven't gotten a phone call or even a text from Brad. I've had many from his mom, checking on me and the baby. A few from Con, doing the same. And I've gotten a couple texts from Kirstie asking why o left all of the sudden but I haven't had the heart to even type out the words 'brad and I broke up.'
Im not even sure if Brad has come home or if he's still in England. Everyone has made sure to not say his name when talking to me. I'm kind of glad but at the same time, I'm so eager to know if he's safe or if he's with someone else. My mind is definitely getting the best of me.
It doesn't feel real. I don't think I've ever felt a pain like this in my life. And to add to it, I go back to school tomorrow. Bri still doesn't know about everything that's happened, so I'm going to have to play it cool in front of her.
It's times like these where I wish I was still close with my mom. I always tell her everything, and to not have that anymore just adds to the loneliness.
I've stayed strong, except for one time. I called brad two nights after I got home. I didn't say anything. I just listened to him say my name over and over again. I just needed to hear his voice, even though it was shaky and broken, I needed it. I listened for about thirty seconds and then hung up. I haven't called or texted since and neither has he. Though I have typed the number countless times over this past week, I never pushed send except that one time.
Since being home, I've not left my bed except to eat, go to the restroom, and shower. I just don't have the strength. I know I should, but I can't.
I need to now, though. I swear I'm peeing every five seconds. I didn't realize how much work pregnancy actually was.
I'm on my way to the bathroom when I hear a knock on my front door. I have little to no hope that it's Brad, but I can't stop myself from checking in hopes that it will be him.
I pad across the cold floor over to the front door and pull it open. I'm shocked to meet eyes with the last person I expected to have.
"Can I come in?" He says.
"I'm really not in the mood, Jessie." I say and he instantly looks down at my stomach.
"I thought you were pregnant?" He asks.
"I'm only 6 weeks, jess. I'm not going to show until later." I respond, crossing my legs because I'm about to pee myself. "Okay, come on in. Hurry." I say backing away from the door towards the bathroom. "Please shut the door behind you." I say and he does.
I quickly go to the bathroom and return back out to the living room where I find Jessie sprawled across my couch.
"So what did you come here for exactly?" I ask him. Curiosity truly did kill that cat.
"I stop by every Sunday, just to see if you're home yet." He says, sitting up on the couch and rubbing his face.
"What made you think I'd come home?" I ask.
"We all knew you'd come home." He said, looking up at me, propping his head up with his hands.
"Well, that's nice." I roll my eyes and take a seat next to him.
"Why are you home, Lee?" He asks. I know that I shouldn't open up to Jessie. He shouldn't even be in my house right now, but having a friend doesn't sound so bad.
"Brad and I broke up." I tell him.
"Shocker." He says and I roll my eyes.
"This is why I don't tell you stuff." I lean back and rub my belly.
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Why'd you guys break up?" He asks.
"He wasn't over his ex. He thought he was, but he wasn't." I tell him, making tears appear in my eyes.
"What a douche. Is he at his house?" He says. I'm starting to regret talking about it. It feels like my world is unraveling. Talking about it is making it feel all too real.
"Yeah. His house in England." I tell him, wiping the stream of tears off my face.
"Oh shit. He didn't even come back?" Jessie turns towards me.
"Not that I know of. I'd be shocked if he left his family and Anna again." I tell him.
"Wow. I'm sorry, Lee. So he just gave up on you and the baby?" He asks and I shut down. I can't handle all of this.
"I need you to go. I need to get some sleep for tomorrow. I go back to school and I'm going to need all the rest I can get." I tell him, standing up off the couch.
"It's only 5 pm Kylie?" He says while I'm pulling him up off the couch.
"Yeah. That gives me enough time to eat, shower then go to bed." I'm pushing him out the door and as I close the door I hear him babbling on about how I need someone to be here for me but I'm having no part of it. I push the door shut and lock it behind me.
As I'm walking back to my room, I hear my phone ring.
"Who could that be?" I ask myself.
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