Bullied, Scarred, and Hated (A TeamCrafted and JeromeASF fanfiction)

Chapter 20

I opened my eyes at the bright sun seeping through the window. I stared at the ceiling while my eyes adjusted. I sat up in my bed and suddenly a wave of nausea came over me followed by the pounding of a headache.

I rested my head on my hand begging for the pain to go away. Standing up to get some Advil, my legs go weak and I tumble to the floor. I can't find the strength to get back up so I sit there and lean back onto the side of the bed.

Jerome storms into the room and kneels down next to me.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing. I just don't feel well. I'll be fine," I say attempting to stand up but fail and fall back to the ground.

"You're not fine. We need to go to the hospital."

"No!" I yell. "I'm fine. I'm not going there. It's probably just the flu or something."

"Babe, it's the middle of May."

"It's okay. I'm fine I promise. I'm just going to sleep and stay in bed okay?" I tell him, getting up again.

He looks at me with sympathy and helped me back into bed.

"Stay here. I'm going to get you some tea."

I don't say anything and close my eyes, already starting to drift off into sleep.

My eyes shoot open as another wave of nausea passes through me. I stand quickly and run to the bathroom, barely making it, before I spill the contents on my stomach into the toilet.

I sit back and wipe my mouth off with a piece of toilet paper and flush the toilet. I hear Jerome walk into my room and set a cup down on my nightstand before walking into bathroom and sitting next to me. He rubs my back and holds my hand while I lean into him.

I don't know what's wrong. I feel like I died. I close my eyes again and breathe in Jerome's cologne.

He moves his hand from my back and wraps it around my waist before planting soft kisses on the top of my head.

"Do you want to get back in bed?" He asks me.

I nod my head and he helps me stand up. I make my way to the bed and curl up in the fetal position under the blankets.

"If you need me just yell or something," he says walking out the door.

"Wait," I whisper yell, my voice hoarse from vomiting. "Stay until I fall asleep."

He nods and crawls into bed with me. he wraps his arms around me so my face is in his chest. His warmth surrounds me and I fall asleep.

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When I wake up I feel like I died and went to hell. My head is pounding and my hair is stuck to my face with sweat. My stomach hurts and I feel like I might vomit again. I'm alone in my bed and with the loud yells coming from downstairs, I'm guessing Jerome's recording.

Deciding some Advil is the best thing for me right now I head downstairs to search for some.

On the couch is Mitch's girlfriend, Amelia. They had been going out secretly since he moved here but never told us. When he did her and I got along really well.

I liked living with Jerome, but it was lonely with no other girls.

"Hey," I whispered walking past her to the closet with medicine.

"Hey-oh wow you look horrible," she states.

I give her a look and she just shrugs.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Just not feeling well. I vomited earlier and I feel like I might again. I also have a massive headache," I tell her grabbing the Advil and a bottle of water. I gulp down the medicine and plop onto the couch next to her.

"Hmm. When is your period supposed to start?"

I shoot her a confused look. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer it."

I think about it and come to the realization I never would of thought I would come too.

"Oh my god," I whisper. "Oh my god."

I'm on the verge of tears now. My heart is pounding in my chest and I think I might pass out.

It all makes sense now. The nausea, vomiting, headache.

I'm pregnant.

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It's not until thirty minutes later that Amelia calms me down. I collapsed on the floor and broke down into tears.

I can't believe I was so stupid! I can't believe I let this happen! I was clinging to the thought maybe I was just really sick and my period was late.

Amelia went out and was getting pregnancy tests for me to take.

I can't do this. I'm seventeen! I'm not even out of high school yet. My life was over! What would this do for mine and Jerome's education, careers? I can't take care of a child; I'm too young.

There is a faint knock on the bathroom door and Amelia steps in with a plastic bag.

"I got two different kinds just to be sure," she tells me, a grim look on her face.

I nod and grab the bag before ushering her out.

Thirty minutes later the tests are ready and I'm not sure I can handle it.

"You look at them. I can't do it," I tell her.

Amelia nods and gets up before heading into the bathroom. I follow swiftly behind, waiting for her reaction to the test.

Deciding I can't wait any longer, I make my way into the bathroom and look at the test.

Positive.

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Ahh! She's pregnant! What did you all think? I like the beginning of the chapter. the end could be better but I don't want to edit right now. I'm sick and I feel like I'm dying. Help me!