My brother My Everything. "till Death Do Us Apart"

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.

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John couldn't reschedule our flight so we had decided to have another night at his parent's house. His dad and mom had a talk about the divorce and Jennifer stood her ground, as for John and I, we decided not to bring our 'situation' up again until, well I don't know.

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I had gone back to my apartment right after a day after we had returned from cape town, my wedding preparations had already been cancelled during the funeral and of course, we had to think it through.

The sun was barely out this morning, already it was autumn and Johannesburg was one part of South Africa that had cold even in summertime, but also when it gets hot it overdoes. When I realised that I had been awake for like an hour ago without getting out of bed I shook my head and started to climb down.

My head was spinning, and I felt dizziness instantly when I stepped my foot on my carpet aside my bed, but it didn't last for long. I thought that maybe it was because of lack of sleep, for two days now since I left john's house I was experiencing the same feeling every morning.

Morning sickness was not my thing, luckily. (Note the sarcasm) I strolled to my ensuite bathroom to take a piss, I was pressed. I sat on the toilet seat and rested my hands on my face, I wanted to scream out all my dilemmas, I wished it was all a dream and I still had to wake up.

Once I was done with my business, I stood and washed my hands but as I stood in front of the bathroom cabinets my head span again, dizziness attacked me. So I thought for a while, whilst my one hand was on my forehead I pulled out a drawer which I had placed my pills that I was given by my doctor.

I threw one in my mouth and drank from the tap as I swallowed, my face frowned. I hated tablets but right now I had no choice, who am I fooling here, I had to get used to them because, after these, I had more waiting for me after my breakfast and again on lunch and dinner.

Doctor's pregnancy prescription.

I pushed my jumble self back to bed, I just didn't see any reason to be off the bed. I was tired anyway and had nothing to do except for my brain going on and on about John and I being brother and sister. I just couldn't accept it, it couldn't be.

As I said I wished it was nothing but a very bad dream. John was my one and only, I loved him to death and I couldn't deal with being separated from him, I just couldn't imagine him marrying someone else but me, there was no way in my imagination that someone was going to lay next to him every night but me.

With all that roaming around my head, I was finally, slowly dragged to sleep. The medication I took was playing it part too because I just couldn't control my eyelids from shutting off.

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At around 2 pm my doorbell rang and instantly woke me up, I checked the time on my phone and that's how I founded out on what time it was when someone decided to be the reason why I pushed my weak Body downstairs while whining.