The life of Sandy Rose

Chapter 24: March 1926

She refused to leave the room, isolating herself and rejecting food, staying in that corner, until Sarah came in, looking a tad apprehensive, as if Sandy would hit her, but she knelt in front of her, touching her arm.
Sandy flinched, but she looked up to see Sarah and she gave her a weak smile, though there were tears streaming down her face.
"Sandy-."
"Sarah, you don't have to, please."
"Mr Jenkins says I have to make sure you eat something. He told us you're pregnant, Sandy."
She sighed, "Is that so?"
"I think this is wonderful, Sandy. You must be so happy."
"Of course."
Sarah waited a while, sitting cross-legged in front of her, "Sandy, would you tell me what happened?"
"He slapped me," she muttered, but Sarah gasped, so she knew she heard.
"He didn't!"
"He did."
"Why? What happened?"
"It was me," Sandy sighed, "I was defiant."
Sarah frowned slightly, but she stroked Sandy's hand, "Are you Alright?"
"I'm fine," Sandy promised, "Sarah, how old are you?"
"Eighteen, Sandy."
"Then I shouldn't be bothering you with this. Be a dear and bring me the food, I'll eat it."
Sarah quickly went outside to grab the tray and hand it to Sandy, "Sit." She sat. Sandy gestured to the food, but Sarah shook her head.
"I couldn't."
"Yes you can. Sarah, this would make me feel better."
"Thank you," Sarah helped herself and Sandy smiled.
"Thank you," she uttered, "Sarah, do you want to be one of my bridesmaids?"
Sarah nearly choked, "Are you serious?"
"Of course."
Sarah sat back, smiling, "Ok then," she chuckled, "I'd love that, Sandy."
"Good." Sandy was wondering simultaneously if there was even still going to be a wedding.
"You don't think he'll do it again, do you?" Sarah suddenly asked, food in her cheeks like a squirrel.
Sandy shook her head, now convinced that she was to blame, "Of course not; he didn't mean it, I know he didn't."

She still avoided him however, only leaving the room to take a walk, taking to smoothing her dress over her stomach to try and spot a curve, but it wasn't happening for her. She threw up again last night and this morning, and she had no fever, so she knew what she was, however.
She stayed outside, reading and finishing the book, sighing about the girl having a happy ending inside it.

Of course.
Why wouldn't she?

She went to sit down for dinner, expecting Ronnie to be there too, but he seemed to be otherwise occupied, so she ate by herself, trying to think of what she would do when she did see him.

She went upstairs, opening the door to see him standing there, as if he were waiting just for her. He dangled a price of jewellery in front of him, opting her to come forward.
She closed the door, peering at what she now knew was a bracelet in his hands. She raised her brows. It was rather pretty. Shiny and silver, with little diamonds every so often along it. Very simple, but flashy simultaneously, and she felt a smile creep on to her face. He gently took her hand and tied it around her wrist.
It fit perfectly, and she looked up at him, "Is this your way of saying sorry?" she chuckled.
"Yes?" He smiled weakly at her, hands on her arms, "Sandy, I've been thinking about what I've done all day and I cannot begin to express how disappointed I am with myself. I don't know why I did it, but i know no excuse can be made for me. I know that. And I'm so sorry."
She cupped his face, "It was my fault, Ron."
"No," he said firmly, "Don't you dare say that. I should have never slapped you like that. Only a coward would hit a woman."
"Don't," she said to him, arms around his neck, "I forgive you."
He smoothed her cheeks, "You are cold."
"I was outside."
"Well, seeing as I am on your good side again, how about I warm you in my own special way?" He asked of her, mouth to her ear.
She gently pulled away, "I'm tired."
She looked at him, unsure if he'd get mad again, but he just smiled, nodding, though his fist clenched and unclenched.
"Alright, lets get to bed then."