Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 28: All Mine

I step outside and go to my crying girlfriend without hesitation, wrapping my arms around her. She's freezing, and I shiver as her cold skin seeps away some of my warmth, though this doesn't deter me in the least.

"Shhh..." I soothe her, much like mom did for me earlier, and lead her into the house. "It's okay, El. Come on in."

She drips all over the expensive carpet, but neither I, nor my parents cared. I'm not so sure if El does, though she does break into a full-blown sob.

"Is she alright?" My mom fusses over her, like I expect. "She's freezing. Grinone, run a bath for her."

Grinone hands a towel to me, which he had fetched in the seconds it took me to guide El in.

"Use my bathroom," I tell Grinone. He nods and rushes up the stairs to run the hot water. I towel El's head and press my body to hers so she can steal my heat. As I do so, she clings to me, sobbing the whole time. "Baby, it's okay. It's fine. Cry it all out..." The words fall from my lips and I'm not too sure what I'm saying. All I know is that I need to comfort her as much as I can.

"Come on. The bath should be ready soon. Let's get her upstairs," Mom says. She turns to my dad momentarily. "You can eat if you want, dear. We'll just see what we can do for this little one."

I don't hear my dad's reply, though part of me realises that if the situation wasn't so bizarre and my girlfriend wasn't so distraught, I would have smiled at how aptly my mother referred to El and her littleness. I start manoeuvring her up the stairs, and I catch some of her partly-lucid sobs.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she mumbles over and over.

"What do you have to be sorry about?" I ask. She shakes her head, unable to elaborate. It can wait. I get her to my room with mom holding her elbow on her right, and me on her left.

"The bath is ready, miss," Grinone tells us. My mom waves him away as I get El into the bathroom. I strip her down without hesitation.

"Need any help?" My mother asks from behind the half-open bathroom door.

"No. I'm fine. Go eat with dad, mom. We might join you later."

"Okay then. Holler if you need anything."

"Right," I say, as I concentrate on ridding El of her wet clothing. It sticks to her body, making it more difficult for me. She shivers, and in the end, I rip off half the buttons on her shirt and pull it off. Then I practically shove her into the hot water. She submerges her whole body in it, but her sobs don't pause. I strip off as well, my clothing drenched from being in contact with hers, and sit myself right behind her. I pull her into my lap – glad that I didn't have a cock that might have behaved inappropriately in a time like this – and put my arms around her. Then I wait for her to stop crying.

"I'm so sorry," she keeps saying. I kiss her temple, her face, the side of her nose – anywhere I can reach. Her face is vaguely salty, from her tears, but diluted down from the deluge that had come down on her while she walked to my house.

"Shh, shh, shh.... It's fine. You have nothing to be sorry about," I say, rocking her back and forth in an effort to calm her down. She shakes her head vehemently.

"You don't u-understand," she says, her hiccup ruining her speech halfway. "You don't understand," she repeats in a small whisper.

"What don't I understand?" I ask her gently.

There a few moments of silence, with a few quiet hiccups. Then two words that chill me to the bone.

"I'm pregnant."