INSTA-Daddy

18

"Oh boohoo. I'm scared. Go ahead moss-head," Jennifer grimaced back to me after seeing Wesley winced.

As if on cue, Principal Wilmer's office door opened and he peeked out from the doorway to our direction. He was checking us, making sure everything was fine. Meanwhile, Jennifer, upon catching sight of Mr. Wilmer, rushly let go of my arm and flashed her fake-sweet-innocent smile, exposing her well-formed white teeth.

Mr. Wilmer nodded, turning around one more time just to make sure, and went back inside his office. The sound of the slamming door echoed along the lobby.

"Next time I see or hear you talking to my guy again--" she glared while drawing her finger vertically against her throat in a 'slitting' gesture. I heard Liz sniggered with disbelief.

Jennifer slightly pushed my friend upon hearing the latter sniggered before Paula and her sashayed away until both of them were no longer visible to our sight.

Liz clenched her fist while her teeth gritted in a furious manner. "Uuuuugh. Someday, she's gonna regret she even became Jennifer Morrison!" my friend growled.

I rested my palm on her shoulder to calm her down. I told her to 'let it go'. She rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip. Wes told her some inspiring quotations too. Quotations about 'cursing somebody and building up hatred to others'. I wasn't really paying attention to what it was but those were the gists.

The last school bell rang-- music to everyone's ears.

***
I arrived home an hour after class dismissal. I had to drop by the SC office since it was my schedule to be there. Margie, the President, was occupied with paperworks on her laptop. Us, Board of Trustees, had a mini meeting regarding Brentwood's upcoming Charter Day -slash- founding anniversary which is still two months away from now.

I happened to come across Jennifer and Paula on the way, too. Her head followed as I walked before them. Their gazes were sticky. And, as my imagination gets me, throwing spears at me. Luckily, they didn't do anything.

I jumped down on the bed the moment I got home, my arms stretched wide-open against the bed, my head pressed against the pillow. I exhaled comforting air that had been stuck up inside my lungs during the day, not noticing my eyelids slowly dropping.

I had taken a power nap but was cut short by the sudden trigger in my belly again. The pain I get during monthly cramps is back again.

I sat up and curled my knees in front of my chest with my arms circled around my stomach. I bit my tongue then chewed on the insides of my cheeks.

Moaning, growling, moaning, growling.

Tom was not home. Again. I urged myself to stand up and get some pain relievers from the kitchen cupboards but I had no strength.

Everytime I try to motion my feet out of bed, I find myself drooping back down-- hands still clutched on my clothed stomach.

Growls. Grunts. Howls. All types of wailing, hoping the pain would get out through the form of air.

In my mind, I was praying for the pain to vanish. I was also hoping Tom would barge in to the door and see me in pain like last time.

With dedication, and fear of dying, I pushed myself to stand up and paced to the kitchen, crouching in pain along the way. I checked every cupboards there was only find no pain relievers present.

Great. Just great.

I don't want to die yet. Baby, why are you making me suffer this way. I walked back to the bedroom, my feet lazily brushing against the floor's surface.