Chapter Two
A/N; sorry for the late update oops
I've been to the doctor's to talk about my stomach pains and my throwing up at the launch party.
On my way home that day, I stopped by the drugstore and bought two pregnancy tests.
I got home and took the test. I turned out positive.
Today, I'm planning on telling Ollie. I already called him and he's coming over soon.
I'm sitting on the couch when a hard knock on the door disrupts my thoughts.
I open the door to reveal my tall brunette boyfriend.
Ollie is about 6'2" with brown curly hair and green eyes. He is sort of muscly, but the way his arms wrap around me is comforting and makes me feel safe.
"Hey baby." Ollie says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Hi Ollie. Come in." I pull him inside and onto the couch.
"What do we need to talk about, baby?"
"Speaking of babies... I- uh- um... I-I'm pregnant."
"You're what what now?" Ollie's voice rises in loudness.
He stands up and in front of me. His height making me cower away. His green eyes aren't soft and full of love anymore, they've grown dark and angry. Honestly, he's scaring me right now.
"You're aborting it." He yells.
"It's your fucking fault for getting me pregnant in the first place."
"Don't talk to me like that." His hand connects with me cheek.
I feel pain and tingling spread across my cheek and I raise my hand to touch it.
"You're aborting the piece of shit. You fucking slut." Ollie shoves at my shoulders making me back into the wall.
He stands over me so I can't get away, his eyes are angry and his fist makes contact with my stomach.
I yelp in pain as I slide down the painted wall.
"Go away, you monster." I cry.
"I never loved you, you're a fucking slut and sex is all you're good for. You're worthless, it's a shame you didn't kill yourself in high school. I should have never saved you. We're done." Ollie's angry voice fills the room.
He storms out and the front door just slams after him.
My whines and cries echo through the empty living room. I'm a crying mess, curled up in a ball on the floor, my hands wrapped protectively over my tummy.
After a while, I manage to calm down and stand up on my feel. Aphrodite scurries past my legs and into my room. I follow after her and throw myself onto my bed, reaching for my phone under the pillow.
I dial Kirstie's number, it rings and rings until it eventually goes to voicemail.
I give up and just cry. Flashbacks of my abusive father crawl into mind, making me cry harder.
I don't know how long I've lay in my bed, crying, but when I get up it's dark and the rain drops clatter against the windows.
I change into an oversized shirt and skinny black sweatpants. The kitchen is dark and the only light there is, is coming for the street lamp and the bright lightning.
I make myself raspberry tea in my green mad hatter mug and sit by the balcony, with a gray knit blanket wrapped around me.
Tomorrow is tour and I'm heartbroken.
My insomnia is a bitch. I barely sleep at night, hell sometimes I only sleep after taking a sleeping pill.
I run my hand through my yet again dyed hair, yet this time it's like a whitey/Grey with pale blue tips. Sipping my tea, I look at the lightning lightening up the dark Sky and listen to the thunder grumble in anger.
I've always been fascinated by the thunder. It's so calming. Just sitting by the window and watching the dark Sky light up and the grumbles of the thunder fill my ears.
I'm one hundred percent sure that I will get hardly any sleep today. I could take a pill, but that could harm the child that's growing inside me, right?
I'll just deal somehow. With tour starting tomorrow, I don't know how I'm gonna deal.
Four months with a band, four months with my crush on one bus, four months of having to deal with my insomnia and other disorders. I already feel bad for the people that will be on that tour bus with me.
It's gonna be a hell of four months.
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