Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 45

My hands shook as I struggled with the lock.

Nana wasn't home yet so I had to let myself in with my key.

Tears brimmed in my eyes, blurring my vision.

Trying to wipe them away only made me cry even harder.

Honestly speaking, I felt stupid for crying,

How could I be so dumb? Why did for one second believe that today was going so well. That nothing would wreck the tiny confidence and happiness I had felt after talking with Ben. Jason was right. There really was something wrong with me.

Finally managing to get the door open, I fled up the stairs and into my room.

As I plopped down, the small, rickety bed groaned in disapproval. I gave a bitter laugh, "Of course, everything in my life is against me." I said aloud, covering my head with a pillow. Realizing now that I was completely exhausted, I felt my eyes begin to droop.

Just a few minutes of rest, I decided.

A few minutes, I reminded myself, already feeling my eyes droop a second time as I drifted off to sleep.

A few hours later, I was awakened my the sound of Nana working in the kitchen.

I got up and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to put on a smile as best as I could. The last thing I wanted now was to get Nana worried over nothing.

But as much as I tried, my lips refused to cooperate. Refused to curl into a smile. Giving up, I trudged slowly down the stairs, stopping as I got to the kitchen.

I watched Nana for some time before I walked in-the beautiful smile on her face as she worked, checking on the pie in the oven, her shoulder length white hair wrapped in a low bun-trying to mentally prepare myself before seeing her. Just o few minutes of rest, I decided.

As if she could sense my presence, she turned, her face breaking into a smile as she saw me.

Smiling back as best as I could, I signed, When did you get back?

She paused to throw a cup of diced carrots into the simmering pot. Looking back up, she communicated, Maybe an hour ago. I was going to wake you but you looked really tired.

I tried to keep a straight face while signing a reply. Yeah just school, I shrugged.

Okay then, you can go shower then come down for dinner, she signed, offering me another smile.

As I walked up the stairs back to my room, I couldn't help but wonder if she really did like having me around, or if she just felt obligated to do so.