Chase and I did this routine for about a month. I would sleep at my house and in the morning Chase would pick me up for school. Our relationship, while being very slow went smoothly. We hadn't fought even once because he knew how I felt about fights. He's been helping bring my grades up and helping with the self harm problem. He is one of the sweetest guys I know, I cannot believe I ever thought of him poorly. He is so kind and patient with me. He seems to be excited and happy about the baby. Also concerned about everything I do.
One day as we're walking through the school hand in hand, he randomly says, "Babe...you haven't put on much weight." I look at him kind of in shock.
"Yeah...And?" I ask a little bit pissed off.
"Well, I read that you should be eating for the baby and should start putting on weight about now" he shrugs. I scrunch up my face.
"Okay. Fine. I'll do that" I state and let go of his hand.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks. I look back at him.
"I don't know..." I whisper and run outside.
"Kennedy. Babe" Chase yells and runs after me. I finally make it outside and in Chase's car. I climb in the passenger seat and cry. When Chase finally gets in panting I look up. "Baby...shhh" he says quickly and wraps his strong arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" he apologizes over and over. I look up with tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Its okay. I'm just-"
"Its hormones. Its okay" he cuts me off.
"I'll try to eat for the baby. I guess, I've never ate enough and its hard for me to understand. Plus I already feel fat anyway" I explain.
"I'll help you. And you're not fat, you're beautiful" I look at him thoughtfully.
"Thank you.."
We get to Chases house, luckily its finally a Friday. "Finals are next week" Chase randomly says as he looks through the cupboards.
"I'm aware of that" I say and sit down at the dining table. "When am I meeting your dad?" I randomly ask.
"When he comes back from business" he mutters.
"Will he be okay with the situation?" I ask again, suddenly very curious.
"I don't know. He probably won't even listen about it and just say, 'That's nice Chase'" he answers clearly pissed. He rummages the cupboards before slamming them shut again, this time with a loud bang. I jump and look at him in shock.
"What the bloody hell is wrong?" I ask.
"Can you make me food?" he asks. I look up at him with an 'are you serious' look. He gulps and looks down shyly. "Please?"
"Fine. Only because I like you....and you do it for me" I answer. I stand up and get the 'ingredients' to make a sandwich. The entire time I struggle Chase sits back and watches. Smiling the whole time.
"What?" I finally ask with a huff.
"I'm sorry I slammed the door earlier..." he says. "I was a douche to you today."
"Yeah you were" I say and pick up the sandwich. I walk over to him and give it to him. I sit down on the chair next to him. He wraps his arms around me.
"Want to eat this sandwich with me?" he asks. I look at him and immediately laugh. I really love this kid. Why do I love him? We eat the sandwich together quickly. He lets me have most of it for the sake of the baby.
As I keep eating more and more day by day, I start to notice how hungry I've actually been. I eat a lot. Almost all the time. Mostly because whenever I felt hungry before I would ignore it. But now I know exactly what it feels like to be hungry and can actually eat. After about two weeks I finally step on a scale again. My stomach has grown a little bit, but other than that I put on almost 15 pounds. Which I guess can be considered healthy since before I weighed a little over 100. I quickly call Chase into the room while my knees tremble. I keep running my hand over the smooth, tight bump over my stomach. Its small but I can feel it and see it a little bit without my shirt. Chased quickly runs into the room.
"What's wrong?" he asks immediately. I tremble a little bit and pull my shirt off (I left my bra on, yes). He immediately gasps. "Oh my.." he whispers. He starts to shake and walks over to me. "Can I feel?" he asks. I smile and grab his hand. Setting it on the small bump. His gentle fingers run over my stomach softly. "Oh my.." he starts and keeps moving them. He suddenly looks away. His eyes squeezed shut.
"Chase..." I ask. "What's wrong?" "Look. Just look what I did to you. I should've just told you I love you. Not done..that" he murmurs. I look at him thoughtfully. "Chase its oka-" I try to start. "No. Its okay. I can't pretend it's okay anymore. You shouldn't have to either" I look at him with tears running down his face. "Every morning I watch you get out of bed in pain. All the time you're in pain. And I can't help but think its my fault" he says. "I hurt you...badly. I never will forgive myself..." "Chase. Don't do thi-" I try to say until he cuts me off again. This time screaming. "NO. KENNEDY!" he yells and runs off. He's terrifying when he's mad. I quickly put on my shirt and grab my backpack. I start to sob as I quickly leave the house and run down the street. I can hardly see through my tears but I continue to run home. I slow down to a walk, because my back and head are starting to hurt like hell. I finally make it to a bus stop and sit down at the bench. I cry for a couple minutes and curl up in a ball. I lean to my side so I'm laying down as it starts to rain. There's a small roof over the bench so I decide it'll be fine to stay here. I don't want to go home alone. I don't like being alone. "Daddy...." I mumble. "I wish you were here..." I shake and hug myself tighter. I wish this was over...
"Please, come home..."
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RomansaKennedy Mae Jackson is a not so normal high school student. Yeah, she hates school and yeah, she has a few friends but her inside life is different. Both her parents are gone and she's just a sad little depressed girl. Until she goes to a party..and...
