Handprints on the heart

Chapter 2

I spent the whole day yesterday sleeping. Cameron occasionally came in and stared at me, though I have no idea why. I don't think I've ever been so tired in my life, or terrified but Cameron and Sammy took it pretty well but my parents on the other hand...my body started trembling just thinking about it
After imagining the worst possible instances in my head, I pulled myself out of the bed and went to get my sister.
The first thing I noticed when I stood was how swollen and sore my feet were. They have been recently, but I kept putting it off as too many
morning runs. I could almost laugh at how stupid I was now.
After praticaly limping the whole way across the hall I arrived at Sammy's room. She looked at me like I was some foreign creature. My stomach jerked.
"Can you come downstairs with me" I asks fiddling with my fingers.
"No" she replied and pushed her headphones back on. I rolled my eyes but despite her being a brat, I wanted we there when I told Mom and Dad.
"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad when I go downstairs" I say, my green eyes pleading.
She smiles mischievously, "Drama, ohh I likey!" She exclaims and jumps off the bed before practically running to the door. I roll my eyes and sulk my way to Cam's room.
His door swings open just as my hand touched the brass knob, causing me to jump.
"You're gonna tell them?" He asks looking at me sympathetically. I nod.
Without a word the three of us start to walk downstairs. My stomach is wild and I'm finding it hard to get breathes of air as the staircase gets closer and closer and tears come faster and faster. Cameron reaches out and grabs my hand silently. I thank him quietly before-to my surprise- Sammy reached out and gently squeezes my hand. I look up at her in shock but she just looks ahead. Sammy is never touch-y or lovey-doovey. She has an extremely hard walls that she's puts up and rarely ever knocks down. Now was one of those times.
"You're still a bitch, though" she said softly. Okay, maybe not one of those times, but close enough.
"You're our bitch, though" Cam said as he squeezed my shoulder lighter and poked Sam in the side. She jumped up into the air and came down hard on her petite toes. Cam and I laughed, enjoying the peace before all hell broke lose.
When we arrived at the kitchen our mom was dressed up in a fancy messy bun and rob. Our dad wasn't much different (without the bun of course) though he was reading the newspaper instead of cooking scrambled eggs by the stove. Our mom turned around to say good morning to us but stopped when she saw us hand in hand. Her face broke out into a dazzling smile and she came up from behind my dad and hugged him, "look at our little babies!" She squealed. "There all grown up and getting along!" she exclaimed twirling around the kitchen. Sammy smirked. I just stood, my mouth slightly parted.
"We must have done something right" my dad said without glancing up from his orange juice and paper. Sammy bursts out laughing at that, "I wouldn't be so sure ," she said twirling her hair innocently-okay not innocently , more like evilly- as my mom shots her a slight glare. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Cam fighting back laughter, but when I looked him, his face immediately went dead serious. I couldn't help it- suddenly it felt everything in my stomach was coming up (from fear and nervousness this time, not morning sickness) and I ran to the bathroom leaving a laughing Sam, concerned Mom and Dad, and a blank faced Cam.
After throwing up my intestines I brushed my teeth and walked back out into the kitchen.
"You alright" my mom asked reaching out a hand to feel my forehead. I flinched away leaving a hurt and concerned look on her face. I didn't want any affection before I told her what was going to make her hate me. It would just make it much more complicated.
"I'm pregnant" I muttered before bursting into tears. My mom stood at me shocked. I guess it was a surprise that her A+ student was knocked up, it was a surprise to me too. I glanced over my dads face before flinching away. Pulsing veins stood out against the red of his skin and his eyes were full of anger. He stood up, pushing the chair onto the flor before slowly coming over to me.
"You're pregnant?" He asked calm, despite his face. I nodded, miserably.
At that, he started quickening his pace between us, I started to back up in terror. Being so trapped in the corner made it feel like I was drowning and I found it harder to breathe.
As he picked up his hand to slap me, Cameron jumped inbetween us and a crackle could be heard as my father's hand hit his face. My father had hit as before, to discipline us though. It was a calm hit that was meant to teach us a lesson-it overall made us great kids-but this was pure anger and we couldn't fight back.
He was our father after all...
Cam fell, his hand to his jaw, just as my mom screamed. For a moment it stopped and my dad looked over at his beautiful wife and one-not a hoe girl. I did too. My mothers face was filled with absolute sadness. Sam was crying on the floor and before I could run over to them, a hand feel onto my cheek bone with a crack! My father stood over me, "worthless..." He said his face scrunched up.
"LEAVE! And I swear to God, you effing whore don't come back!" He yelled.
"DAXON!" My mother called, her voice strong despite tears from across the room, "You don't mean it..." She said her voice starting to crack. As she looked over to me, her eyes said she wanted to help but her actions spoke louder. I was on my own. I picked myself up, and glanced at Cam. It was a bad decision. My heart wrenched, I didn't want to see him or Sammy but before I could stay any longer, he mouthed run! And I ran.
Next stop...Nash's house.

Sorry for the awful chapter but thnxs soooo much for 31 reads and 3 votes on my first chapter!! Holy moly ily u all😘 new chapter soon but hers a q&a you should answer⬇️
Q: favorite book
A: has to be all of Cassandra Claire's books!! She's an amazing author and super nice. I sent her an email last year and she actually replied *fangirls even tho it was a year ago*😎