The Best Thing For Me

Chapter Forty Six

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Mel's P.O.V:

Even though my head was jammed between my knees, my palms slapped to my ears and my eyes squeezed shut tightly, I could still hear his angry shouts and the furniture being smashed. I cringed as I heard something drop and the ground shudder slightly. I was paralyzed to the spot. I was afraid. Not of him hurting me, no. More of the destruction he was capable of.

After a couple of minutes of this, it came to an abrupt silence. Slowly, I removed my hands and sat up, peering around. Luke stood there, chest rising and fall rapidly. Sweat beading down his forehead and dripped down onto his chin. I swallowed a dry lump that had seemed to lodge itself in my throat. With slightly shaky legs, I rose to my full height, trying to act calm and collected, but I must admit, it was challenging.

"I'm glad you're taking this so well." I stated flatly, tilting my chin so that I seemed more defensive. I narrowed my eyes at him, daring him to start freaking out again. Did he not realise it was a big deal for me as well?

I couldn't help think he was being a little selfish. Yeah, his life would change a lot, but it wasn't like the thing was growing inside him! My anger was slowly beginning to boil to the surface and my hands balled into fists.

"Well, this is a lot to take in," he snapped back at me, kicking the ground as emphasis. He swore loudly, spinning on his heel and throwing his fist into his wall, shouting in outrage. I let out a groan of frustration, wanting to cry in anger. I was also tempted to stamp my foot, but my guess would be that it would just make me look childish.

"Is it?" I replied coldly, laughing without any humour, trying to act better then I felt. "Sorry, I didn't realise that me being pregnant would be a lot to take in."

He ran a hand over his face and groaned. "Sorry."

I didn't reply. I turned to the wall and death stared it, with my arms folded across my chest. My mind was in a scattered mess right now. I was absolutely freaking out. I wish Luke took this as maturely as Emma had. 

Once again, I felt a pang of envy towards my best friend. She had a loving family and the most beautiful and understanding boyfriend anybody could ask for. If Emma hadn't had him first, I would have had Jason locked down under my littler finger in a matter of seconds. 

Luke and I... well, we weren't labelled. We weren't going out. We hung out a lot, yes, and mucked around frequently, but it wasn't serious. We'd never been on a proper date or said 'I love you' to each other. It just wasn't like that. It was light and carefree.

Obviously a little too carefree.

"Come here." he uttered quietly.

I didn't move. I kept my face stony as I glared at the wall. He took two strides and wrapped his strong arms around me. I felt myself sag into him. More tears began running down my cheeks and buried my face into his chest. I just needed him to hold me. He rubbed his hand over my back for quite a while and I just cried. He pulled back and gently pressed his lips to mine. I felt the familiar, little flutter in the bottom of my stomach. No boy had made me feel like this, which was why I was so attracted to him. It wasn't like he even tried, if you know what I mean?