The Addiction

The Addiction - Chapter 6 Prt 2

I forcefully smile at her but she doesn't do the same. Her face stays in a unwavering glower as she crosses her arms over her stomach. 

"How long were you going to keep me waiting? Half of the day maybe?" My artificial smile crumbles into a glare as my clenched hands start to shake. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, my cheeks heating up. 

"Well maybe if you didn't stupidly get yourself pregnant with Elize and actually hire your own maid, you wouldn't be waiting right now, but oh no it's always my fault isn't it? Go take a hike!" I blurt with venom, all of my rage coming out like lava. Her eyes bulge as much as her stomach as she clenches her teeth. 

"You're going to regret that." Before I know what's happening, she's on top of me, bombarding my face with her fists as I scream. I close my eyes not knowing what to do. My heart continues hammering in my chest, her enraged yells fading... I open them.

Chloe's still stagnant in front of me with her arms crossed over her stomach, her expression becoming less and less patient. Maybe the scenario my mind made up was a little dramatic. I can't be too careful though. I decide that even though hot anger is boiling up inside of me, I can't risk ever talking back to her like that. I probably would get beat up by her... by a pregnant lady. 

I continue my routinual forced smile and nod, uttering a small 'I'm sorry' before leaving my room, her tailing me. Now that I've lied to Elize and put words in Chloe's mouth, I really want to get back on her good side... if there is any good side. 

I walk towards the end of the hall facing the kitchen, but I slow after seeing something in the living room from the corner of my eye. Dang it. Why does this always have to happen to me? 

The Television's on, and the person reclining on Elize's expensive white couch is-

"Oh Amanda! Well you're a sight for sore eyes. Sorry for giving you a scare there, Chloe said it'll be okay to take one of the guest rooms." I gape at Nick who's wearing black shorts with a cotton grey shirt and socks.

"And it most certainly is. Right Amanda?" Chloe coaxes as I dart my eyes between them. Okay Amanda, don't get stressed. This is just going to cause a whole lot more worrying for me so maybe I'll just roll with it. 

"Uh- Yes, of course. Would you like to have breakfast as well?" 

"Oh, that's really nice of you but a friend of mine promised we'd go out today for breakfast... actually right about now. I'll probably be here by lunch?" 

"I swear," Chloe sneers, going over to sit on one of the ivory decorate chairs. 

"When are you going to realize there's not 3 of you Nick?" 

Nick winks jestingly as he pulls on the wood-colored shoes he had on yesterday. I still can't help but admire his goldish brown hair and those deep sea eyes, to a point were I don't look away when we make eye contact. I try to snap out of my impoise trance, but I can't. He keeps his sapphires on me as he walks to the door, grabbing hold of the knob. 

"See you beautiful ladies later." With that he closes the door, leaving me with Chloe. 

"Maybe take a picture, it'll last longer." She sneers.

"What? Uh no... no I wasn't trying to-"

"Sure you weren't. It doesn't even matter, get your behind into that kitchen and cook me some food. Do you know what happens when you don't feed your baby?!" 

I shake my head gradually, afraid that my answer might upset her further. 

"Of course you don't because I'M the one that's pregnant! What are you standing there for? Get into that kitchen." 

My eyes widen as I streak to the pantry, taking out all the necessary ingredients to make a omelet. Maybe two. It's only been 3 days and Chloe's acting like i'm a deadbeat servant. I don't have time to be disturbed though; instead I position the pan on the stove and place a block of butter on the skillet. 

After some time, the  plate of food is ready and I give it to a very irritated Chloe, who immediately starts dining before I can even leave the room. 

I close the door to my bedroom with a heavy sigh, laying my back against the meticulous pattern front. I hope things aren't always like this. So high energy all the time. I hobble exhaustingly towards my bed and plop down into the thin simple sheets, admiring the snugness of it. I contemplate whether to call Elize back in the slow minutes that went by, but I throw away the idea on the likeness of Chloe overhearing. He might be busy anyway. 

I prop myself on my elbows and scroll through my limited contacts. I think of my parents as their numbers pop up. A small feeling of grief and regret starts to grow, but I smother it before it can overtake me. It's been so long since I've contacted them, but there is a reason why I hesitate each time. I can't be sucked back into that life, not again. I instead distract myself by thinking about everyone else I have in my life... well had. 

My aunt Carla, my uncle Stan, two of my favorite cousins Tyfin and Jessica, my other aunt Breya... and my brother. My brother. His face washes over my mind with ease, even though it's tainted by years of not seeing him. 

Dark brown eyes and honey hair. It's been a while since we've spoken to each other. My train of thought is pulled off its tracks as I hear Chloe's high strenuous voice come from the living room.

"Amanda, come here!"

"What could she want now? Why can't I be just left alone for an hour? Just an hour." I mutter to my ceiling as I slide off my bed with my phone in hand, descending out my entrance and into the living room. She's still sitting at the same place I've left her, but this time, the corners of her mouth are decorated with grease from the omelet. 

"Take this to the kitchen for me... please." She holds out her more than clean plate. 

"Oh, okay," I say uncertainly, taking it and putting it into the sink. I set my phone next to the counter not wanting to soil it with water. After rinsing it off fully I walk back into the living room and is just about to return back to my room when Chloe stops me in my tracks. 

"Wait. Wait, can you sit here for a moment?" I feel nausea hit my stomach as I gradually come and sit down on the sumptuous twin chair, my mind racing with accusations that she might present to me. She must of heard me talking to Elize. I'm screwed. I set my phone on the table between us, knowing It'll just give me more anxiety if it was in my hand. I brace for impact.

"So um... this is weird but I just wanted to... apologize for my behavior earlier. I swear, I'm not always this dramatic. " She sighs, resting her head on her hand. Oh, wait. What? Chloe's... apologizing? 

"I don't know what it is. I was really hungry and I snapped, probably the baby, you know? The mix of hormones in my body or what not. Also, you know, the stress and everything." I can't tell if she's trying to trick me or if she really doesn't know how to properly apologize. I clasp my hands in front of me, not knowing what to say. 

"I didn't know it'll be this stressful... having another man's baby. I'm just stressed all the time... I really don't know why I'm telling you all this, but I feel so alone. I try to make due with talking to Nick but he doesn't understand. " She mumbles, rubbing her hand over her stomach gently. 

"So... that's what I wanted to say. So, you know, if I'm being a little too much at the time just tell me, okay?" I sit stagnant for a moment before I nod, giving a soft smile. 

"Of course. Thanks for telling me." I respond. Things might actually change. I gradually push myself out of my chair, Chloe's green eyes trailing my actions a lot softer now. But as I'm reaching for my phone, it starts to ring, and with each tone my heart accelerates faster and faster. 

Chloe looks down to the caller I.D with a skeptical expression. It's Elize. 

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